#decarlos

Most days, Alonzo would be almost eager to be at the station, at work, especially after missing nearly three months. Today, however, was not one those days.

He’d done everything to avoid any prolonged contact with Brooklyn after he’d slipped up and slipped his dick in her. That task was difficult with them living together. On top of the awkwardness between the two, he’d heard from some reliable sources that Decarlos Perez had landed in the city the day before and he knew he was searching high and low for Brooklyn.

If he were to be a little honest with himself, the situation was a lot more stressful than he thought it would be, especially with Brooklyn’s difficult attitude.

So deep in his thoughts, he barely heard his coworker call his name.

“DeCosta!”

Alonzo looked to see his partner Morgan Hawthorne standing in the doorway of his office. “You ok?”

He nodded his head and stared at his paperwork that accumulated during his time off. Closing the door, Morgan took a seat by his desk.

“So how are things? You were gone for a while and didn’t let anyone know why.”

Alonzo eyed her but said nothing. Although he’d known Morgan since college, and they were pretty good friends, there were certain details he’d rather not share with her.

“Everything is fine, Morgan.”

“Jeez, it’s your first day back and you’ve said next to nothing. You sure everything is ok?”

Alonzo nodded his head. In his mind, he was just hoping Brooklyn wasn’t doing anything stupid.

Meanwhile….

Brooklyn hopped out of the taxi with a huge smile on her face. Staring up at the shopping mall, she felt relief and calm rush through her.

She hadn’t been out since Alonzo brought her back and she waited until he left the house to sneak out and come to the mall.

She felt like a kid in a candy store.

Stopping herself from skipping, she rushed into the mall to get a little retail therapy. She visited all her favorite stores, buying her a few outfits, then finally stopping at Starbucks for her favorite coffee.

A couple hours passed before she knew it and she looked down at her phone to see that it was almost time for Alonzo to be home.

‘Fuck….I need to get back’ She headed out of the entrance about to call a taxi when out of her peripheral she saw someone unmistakable.

It was one of Decarlos’ bodyguards.

‘What the fuck are they doing here?!’ She felt a wave of panic wash over her, as she tried to blend in with the crowd and remain unseen.

This resulted in her almost bumping into someone. Turning to apologize, she was stunned into silence when she stared into the face of the person.

Noire.

Promptly at 11, Decarlos arrived and was immediately driven to Mirage. Grant was there to greet him, then give him a quick tour of the club. They reached Grant’s office and Decarlos immediately took a seat in one of the chairs provided in front of the desk.

“Spectacular, my friend. Congratulations are in order.” He motioned for one of his men to step to them, opening a box of Cuban cigars.

Grant graciously took one, then sat on the edge of his desk. “Alright. Lets get down to business.”

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Noire entered Mirage quietly. She’d just spent the day with Aubrey and wanted to check on Grant before going home. She walked through, noting the impeccable job the cleaning crew did. Not a spot out of place; then again, Grant only hired the best.

Making her way upstairs, she thought about what she wanted to cook for dinner that night.

‘Steak sounds good…let me check with Grant to see what he wants’

She approached his office to find the door slightly ajar. Before she could walk in, she heard voices, one being her fiancé, and the other she could not recognize.

“I have my men sweeping the city as we speak. As soon as I find her, we will be on the first flight back home.”

She heard Grant let out a very audible sigh, making her stand against the wall, hiding to listen in some more.

‘Look man, she could be anywhere. I’m sure there is a nice Cuban baddie you could marry back home. Why Brooklyn?”

At that, Noire struggled to hold in a gasp. ‘Did he just say Brooklyn?’

‘Nonsense. Would you easily give up your fiancé if she disappeared?”

“I didn’t kidnap Noire, Decarlos. You snatched B-“

Noire couldn’t hide anymore, she burst into the room, pinning both Grant and Decarlos with a look that could kill.

“She’s alive?!”

Grant looked at her shocked that she was even in the room. “Noire-“

Noire ignored him, turning her attention to Decarlos. “I spent the last year, stressed and crying because I thought my best friend was dead and all along she was with your crazy ass?! You kidnap my friend and now she’s your fiancé? What kind of sicko are you?!”

Decarlos never lost the cool expression on his face. Turning to Grant, who’d gotten up and was walking to Noire, he said,

“You would do well to teach your fiancé when to hold her tongue, before she no longer has one,”

Both Grant and Noire looked at him crazy. Grant stood in front of her, he spoke in a clear tone, but Noire could tell Grant was pissed off.

“This is my wife to be. Don’t think that because we’re business partners I wouldn’t think twice about murking you for disrespecting her.”

Decarlos smirked, “I mean no disrespect my friend.”

Grant ignored him as he pulled Noire out of the office and across the hall to the VIP section. Once they were there, she slapped him.

“You knew this entire time?!” she demanded.

“Noire what the fuck were you thinking?” Grant looked completely unaffected by the slap. “That man is dangerous, you can’t just be talking to him reckless like that,” he snapped.

“I could give two fucks about that psycho! You know how B’s disappearance affected me! You know more than anyone what losing her did to me! And you knew where she was?! How could you keep something like this from me? Were you in on it?”

“It isn’t like that, ma. I’ll explain everything when I get home.” He sighed.

That next morning, Brooklyn woke up to another bouquet of flowers, a gift, and a note.

Mi querida,

Tengo un importante banquete al que debo asistir. Como mi future esposa, tambien debes estar presente. He adjuntado mi tarjeta, salgo y saco un bonito vestido para llevar. Espero verte esta noche.

Sinceramente,

Tu Marido.

Brooklyn crumbled the letter in her hand, disgust evident on her face. ‘Fucking psycho…’ She rose from the bed and went to brush her teeth, shower, then dress for a day of shopping.

She picked out a simple, conservative cut peplum top and jeans with a sigh. Decarlos forbade her to wear anything revealing, one of his many rules. She rolled her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she wore a crop top, or some short shorts.

Two hours later she was exiting a local boutique, happy with the dress she picked out for the night’s events. While she detested being forced to live in Cuba, she could not deny the beauty the streets held. Even with her chaperones nearby, she found herself wandering around like a tourist.

She let her mind wander, wondering what it would be like to be there on vacation and not as a prisoner.

‘Why does it feel like I’m being watched?’ she thought to herself. The all too familiar feeling made her snap out of her thoughts and had her looking around to see if someone was staring.

Now she was nervous. Last time she got that feeling, she was carted off to a foreign country with a deranged lunatic. This time around, she might find herself in China somewhere with no way and no hope.

Hell nah. “Quiero irme,” she informed her bodyguards who nodded and escorted her to Decarlos’s car.

Sighing, she stared out the window. She didn’t even get to stop by her favorite spot….

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“Esta es mi futura esposa, Brooklyn,”

Decarlos had been introducing her to all his associates and partners as his future wife, and honestly…truly….it made Brooklyn want to puke. She guessed there were a lot of big names and important people, and she could tell her captor was in his element.

He smiled and laughed at jokes and engaged everyone in conversation. She received numerous compliments and had nearly every eye on her.

Initially, he had been unpleased with her choice in a dress. While conservatively cut in the front, the back exposed most of her back. He’d glared at her when she met him at the door with it on, but could also see the hunger in his eyes as he let them roam over her body.

But now, he kept his hand possessively on the small of her back as he guided her through the banquet.

She was starting to get bored though, and was past ready to leave and spend the remainder of the night wallowing in her woes.

“Ya vuelvo,” he leaned down and said in her ear, before leaving her side for the first time. Not that she gave a fuck. He could choke and die for all she cared.

Until she saw him head to the front of the room, and motioned for everyone to give him their attention.

“Como todos ustedes saben, he sido soltero por bastante tiempo, pero este ano pasado no solo conoci a mi future esposa. Sabia que una vez que te puse los ojos en que usted era el uno. Y que haria todo y todo para hacer realidad ese sueno. Asi que ahora solo hay una cosa que preguntar. Brooklyn, mi Corazon, mi alma, mi todo, quieres casarte conigo? (As you all know, I have been a bachelor for quite some time, but this past year I have not only met my best friend, but my future wife. I knew once I laid eyes on you that you were the one. And that I would do any and everything to make that dream a reality. So now there is but one thing to ask. Brooklyn, my heart, my soul, my everything, will you marry me?)”

As he said these words, he’d came back to her, and looked her deep in her eyes. After dropping to his knee, he pulled out the biggest diamond ring Brooklyn had ever laid eyes on. Onlookers cheered and gasped in awe.

No sat on the edge of Brooklyn’s tongue. Nothing would satisfy her more than crushing him in front of all his partners and associates. But then she remembered what he told her the other night. Her family was being watched, and if she defied him now, she wouldn’t have a family to go back to if she could.

Tears snaked their way down her cheeks unchecked, which people mistook for happiness. Grinning, Decarlos rose and pulled Brooklyn into a kiss.

 Day 398. It had been a year and one month since she’d been taken against her will, and forced to become Decarlos’ trophy. She refused to refer to herself as his woman, even if he did so himself. She hated him. With every fiber of her being, she despised Decarlos Perez.

He treated her like a queen, despite his spouts of anger. She tried to avoid angering him most times, because he could get violent when provoked. He never laid a hand on her, but came close on many occasions, and the last thing Brooklyn wanted was to add physical abuse to her long shit list.

Whenever he did let his anger get the best of him, Brooklyn would wake up to a random bouquet of flowers and an expensive gift, his apology for acting out. She could care less. She hadn’t had any contact with her family or friends in over a year, so there were many nights she would cry herself to sleep.

On the other nights, which were most nights, he wanted to be intimate. The first few nights she was in Cuba she flat out refused to let him touch her. But after a while he became fed up and reminded her that her family’s survival depended on her. And just to prove that he was deathly serious, he had her father’s older brother killed. Horrified, she cried the entire time he was inside of her. Afterwards, she knew she’d never be the same.

Some days she’d even contemplated suicide. Maybe ending her life would keep her family out of harm’s way and free her from being a prisoner in Decarlos’ enormous mansion. But anytime she got even close to doing it, she’d chicken out.

The only thing she could do now was to pray………

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Like every evening, Brooklyn sat at Decarlos’ enormous dining table, enjoying a well cooked dinner prepared by his live-in chef. It was something that Decarlos was very adamant about; they ate together every evening, no ifs ands or buts. Brooklyn guessed it made him feel like they were a real couple, but it honestly made her sick to her stomach, as did anything pertaining to the man.

“How was your day?” he inquired.

Mentally, she rolled her eyes. She was not allowed to leave his house without his personal body guards flanking her, and acting as her chauffeurs everywhere she went. Everything was reported to him hourly, so he knew exactly how her day went.

“Fine,” her answer was short and dry.

“Did you enjoy the farmer’s market?” he cut into his steak, then made eye contact with her as he waited on her answer.

She shuddered at the intense look in his eyes. “I did,”

He chewed before giving her a soft smile. “I think it is quite admirable that you eat so healthy. It will be beneficial to our child.”

Brooklyn paused, looking at her abductor weirdly. “What?”

He never broke eye contact with her. “After we wed, you will bare me an heir.” The seriousness in his tone made Brooklyn’s stomach drop.

“Absolutely not,” she stated firmly. “You got what you wanted, I’m here.”

He studied her and at that moment she knew he was displeased with her. But she could care less! He abducted her, forced her into another country and kept the threat of killing her family off to keep her compliant. She’d be damned if he forced her into a marriage too.

“Hablas como si tuvieras un opcion,” (You speak as if you have a choice in the matter)

She glared at him. “no me voy a casar contigo. y nunca voy a teine su hijos (I am not marrying you. And I refuse to carry your spawn).

Decarlos calmly rose from his chair and walked towards the foyer leading to the west wing of the mansion. She held her breath; maybe she would get through the night without a fight.

She felt him snatch her up, making her chair topple over and slam her against the wall. He was seething.

“Perra….debes seguir probando mi paciencia, (Bitch…..must you continue to test my patience) ” he hissed in her face. This was the first time he’d ever called her out of her name, so she guessed she hit a nerve.

“Por que deve probar la mia? (Why must you test mine?)” she retorted defiantly.

Decarlos laughed suddenly, his grip on her chin tightening. He let out a sigh, but smirked.

“Tu abuela esta muy encantada esta noche,(Your grandmother is looking quite lovely this evening).” he finally said. Brooklyn felt her entire soul run cold.

Tears welled up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She would never let him see her cry again.

“ahora dime mi amor, cuantos meimbros de el cuerpo necesitar para que hagas lo que digo? (now tell me my love, how many limbs will it take for you to do as I say?) Que cortaremos primero? Una pierna? Un brazo? Quiza podamos cortarla y cosechar un organo? (what shall we cut first? A leg? An arm? Perhaps we can cut her open and harvest an organ?”

His grip loosened. “Te odio. Rezo por el dia que quemas en el abismo mas profundo del infierno, (I hate you. I pray for the day you burn in the deepest pit of hell.)” She spat, breaking out of his hold.

Turning on her heel, she bolted from him and the room, keeping her tears at bay. But once she reached the small study in the west wing, the tears flowed freely and she found herself sobbing.

He was not accustomed to being denied. The feeling was so foreign, and yet this woman had the audacity to refuse him not once but twice.

She obviously didn’t know who he was. Her feistiness was a turn on for him, but he was going to especially enjoy breaking her.

Decarlos sat in his car with his chauffeur, watching Brooklyn explore the local mall. Her jeans fit her like a second skin, and her crop top showcased her taunt and toned stomach.

Once they were married, he’d have to put a stop to that. Her body was for his eyes only.

He’d tried approaching her again today, having ‘conveniently’ bumped into her several times that day, until she finally cursed him out in Spanish and threaten to call the cops on him.

Yes, he’d enjoy breaking her and taming her fiery personality.

“Salir,” he commanded, and his chauffer pulled off.

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Brooklyn had the strange and eerie feeling she was being watched. It was bad enough she had to threaten the man from Ray’s funeral with the police.

She shivered. Something about him scared her, and she did not scare easily.

Deciding she was going to get a bite to eat, she walked into the small café they had set up there and ordered her a burger and an iced tea.

She sat outside wanting to enjoy the breeze and the scenery.

“Fancy running into you here. I guess we had the same idea on how to spend the day,”

Brooklyn looked up and smiled instantly at seeing the officer from the funeral. He was so much finer than she remembered.

“Well a girl must have her retail therapy,” she stated with a shrug. He chuckled.

“This seat taken?” he motioned to the seat in front of her. She shook her head and watched as he sat down.

“Alonzo, right?” she asked. He nodded. “I don’t think I had the pleasure of knowing your name,”

“Brooklyn Oliveira, but you can call me ma’am,” she answered, taking a sip of her drink.

She watched him laugh, loving how white and straight his teeth were. ‘Yup, definitely fuckable’ she thought to herself.

Before she knew it, two and a half hours had passed her by while she sat there conversing with the handsome officer. He was charming, intelligent and surprisingly funny. He kept her laughing with his quick wit.

She learned he was driven and loved his job. While it was kind of cliché that he got into it not for the money but to make a difference in people’s lives, she found it endearing. She knew he’d been the driving force in Rodriq’s turn around, and had it not been for him, ‘Driq would have been so deep into the drugs and the street life that no one would have been able to pull him out.

They ended up exchanging numbers, with the promise of linking up in the near future.

She left towards her car, finding herself wanting to see the handsome officer again. Throwing her bags into her front seat, that eerie feeling washed over her once again.

Grant and Dabu hopped off the private jet feeling good. He walked to the waiting limo, followed by his new supplier, Decarlos Perez. He’d been in Cuba finalizing their partnership for the last few days, while also enjoying the sun and festivities. Dabu enjoyed the numerous Cuban women throwing pussy his way, while Grant preferred the one who was waiting on him at home.

Home…they definitely were going to go looking for their home. Being that they were very lowkey, it probably going to be some quaint two or three bedroom and he’d have it no other way. Picking up his cell phone, he decided to give Noire a call. He hadn’t heard from her in the last few days and missed her voice.

“Hello?”

She picked up on the third ring, and her voice sounded very congested and hoarse, as if she’d been crying.

“Hey ma….what’s wrong? Are you ok?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. At that, he heard her start to cry. Her sobs were gut wrenching and nearly broke his heart.

“He-he’s dead Grant!!! And it’s my fault!!!”

“Wait….who’s dead, Noire? Look…I’m on my way ok? Sit tight.” He hung up his phone and turned to Decarlos who was enjoying some scotch.

“I apologize, but I have to get to my fiancé. It’s an emergency. We’ll link up later.” He shot a quick text to Sergio to meet him with his car. “You can let me out here,”

Ten minutes later, he was on the way to Noire’s apartment. When he got there, he let himself into her place and caught her on her couch, curled up and crying. She didn’t even acknowledge his presence. He locked the door after him and walked up to her.

“Ma…I’m here.” He spoke softly. She looked up at him, watching as he sat to her. Her tears intensified and she hugged herself tighter.

“T-they found Ray….dead in his apartment Grant. He’d b-been missing for three d-days and nobody had heard from him. They’re saying he….he committed suicide. W-with painkillers. It’s my fault!!!” he rubbed her back as she became hysterical, trying to calm her down.

“We fought that night! And I told him to get out of my life! Grant….I made him do it! I killed Ray….!”

Grant stood them both up, making her look him in the eyes. “Listen to me. You did not kill Ray, baby. It was not your fault.”

Noire cried harder, starting to hiccup. Grant hugged her tight, letting a few tears slip out of his eyes. He hated to see Noire like this. No words were spoken as he simply rocked her back and forth and rubbed her back until her sobs became quieter and quieter.

We had dinner every Monday night for years. She liked to have two drinks before dinner. So that meant there was a lot of chatter and conversation between us as we sipped. As we got to know each other well. A mutual feeling of friendship grew between us. I LIKED her. It was fun to see each other every week. I looked forward to Mondays. I had come to Washington DC to live with my aging mother. I…

Well….this was a fan-fucking-tastic situation.

Brooklyn sat on the edge of Alonzo’s bed staring off into space, letting her thoughts run rapid in her mind.

 As if things weren’t complicated enough….

 And now…

 She was fucking pregnant!

 What in the fuck was she going to do, especially seeing that Alonzo had previously been going out of his way to avoid her after they had sex.  But ever since she snuck out, however,  he’d been stuck to her like glue.

 She didn’t know how she was going to break the news to him, or where they even stood.

 And what was worse was….

 She didn’t even know if the baby was his….

 “What’s the matter with you?” Alonzo entered his room, shirtless, showcasing his tall, lean form.

 Brooklyn studied him, admitting to herself that she was indeed catching feelings for the officer who rescued her. She wished their time together was under more normal circumstances.

 “I need to get out, Lonzo. I feel like I’m getting cabin fever,” she sighed.

 Rolling his eyes and pinning her with his glaze, he stated, “Oh, you didn’t get that out of your system the other day?”

 She rolled her eyes also. “Look. You get to go out to work and wherever else. I’ve been cooped up in this apartment for five weeks and I need to get out.”

 “If you think for a second I’m going to let you roam about after you admitted you almost ran into Perez’s men, then you’re a little slow,”

 “Well take me somewhere then, Alonzo! You can’t keep me trapped in here!” Brooklyn stood up, angry.

 “Absolutely not.” Alonzo spoke with finality, wanting to end the battle of wills once and for all. He needed to get from in her presence, especially with her looking as good as she was at the moment.

 “You have to leave for work sometime, Alonzo. I’ll leave again. So take your pick. Either take me somewhere or I’ll go on my own,”

 “Are you fucking serious right now Brooklyn?”

From the way she had her arms folded stubbornly, he could tell she was deadly serious.

 Two hours later, Alonzo walked behind Brooklyn sulking, wondering how he let her have her way….again.

He took her to a mall strip right outside the city, and her mood perked up immediately. She dragged him from store to store, mostly window shopping, but still buying a couple things here and there. If not for the situation at hand, Alonzo would have been having an ok time. When she wasn’t being a stubborn brat, Brooklyn was actually fun to be around. She was funny, energetic, and witty.

Her mouth was unfiltered, so he never knew what she was going to say.

A couple hours passed and the two sat outside enjoying sundaes. Brooklyn smiled brightly after their laughter died down from a joke he’d told. She’d have to be honest and say she was having the time of her life. And the ice cream was delicious and surprisingly gentle on her stomach. 

Her mood changed, however, when she spotted some people passed Alonzo.

Decarlos’s men…and behind them was Decarlos!

“Alonzo, I’m thirsty. Can you go inside and get me a drink? Please?”

Alonzo stared at her suspiciously. “How are you thirsty when we’re eating ice cream?”

“Please? I’ll stay right here, but I really need something to drink.”

Sighing, he stood. “Fine, but DON’T MOVE.” He gave her one last glance before heading inside the building, making Brooklyn sigh in relief. And she had good timing too, because Decarlos spotted her right after.

Knowing there was no way she could run, she did the first thing that came to her mind, she went to him, feigning a relieved look.

He stared at her angrily, his tone making her wince a bit. “You dare leave me?”

“N-no! Someone took me, DeCarlos! I’ve been trying to get back to you!”

He grabbed her wrist hard. “And who was that man with you? Was he the one who took you? él deberá sufrir. (he will suffer)”

Brooklyn shook her head, growing frantic. “No mi amor, él simplemente estaba ayudando (No my love, he was simply helping.)”

Sensing his suspicion, she knew she had to play into his love for her. “Estoy tan aliviado de que estés aquí. Te Hemos extrañado (I’m so relieved you’re here. We’ve missed you),” she placed his hand on her stomach for emphasis.

As she thought, it worked at deflecting his attention, and she tugged him towards his limo. “Vamos, por favor? Quiero ir a casa... (Let’s go please? I want to go home)”

Decarlos nodded and allowed her to take him to the limo. Once inside, she listened to him instructing his driver to take them to his hotel so they could prepare to return to Cuba.