“Don’t call the cops, Dad. I will call you in an hour.” Quill hung up. What was she supposed to say? She was hurting her family… again.
“You call them mom and dad, Quill?”
“I didn’t until recently.”
“Do you want to stay, Quill?” Julius asked with a hurt tone. He never thought about her being okay and happy. She haunted him. He tried. He really did. He had a nice house in Spain, all the money he would ever need, and even women that he turned away. He couldn’t get her out of his head. He thought for sure she was miserable and missing him. Did she miss him? Maybe this was a mistake.
“No, Julius. I want to be with you. You left me. You told me to let you go,” she reminded him of the fact.
He grinned at her. “You got my computer first, didn’t you?” he hadn’t realized she got to it before that fucking bitch, Seri.
“Of course I did. I’m a Chavez,” she bragged.
Julius drove them to an isolated cabin deep in the woods. She had no idea where they were. She wasn’t even sure if they were in the same county.
“How did you find me, Julius?” she asked once they were inside the tiny little cabin.
“I’m a Chavez,” he smiled, taking her in his arms. She was so confused. He felt so right. She felt like she belonged right there with him, forever. Why did she feel like she belonged with her family too? She wanted them both. That would never be possible. Could her life take on anymore turns? This was fucking ridiculous.
Aquilla spent two hours explaining how Seri went from a chattel to an FBI agent to the man she loved. Julius held her in his arms, kissing her head as she explained how Seri had become her best friend. Julius tried to understand. He just couldn’t. He knew she was the one that pulled the trigger. How could Quill befriend her after all that she had done to destroy his family? He wasn’t as forgiving. Had she walked to her car alone, she would be dead right now. There was no doubt about that. He was sure of it.
Quill texted Seri several times, trying to get her to understand. They hadn’t called the cops yet, only because Seri talked them out of it. She knew they would run if they had to. She didn’t want that. Monica tried to call, but she didn’t answer. Quill knew Monica too well. She would negotiate her right out of her location. Quill wasn’t taking that chance. She texted her and told her that she was fine.
Julius explained where he had been for the past few months. He was laying low, going by the name of Mason Strong, the name that his father had left for him to claim money that he would need. Quill asked about Valdez. Julius hadn’t heard a word from him since he left Quill alone with her friends and their ice cream cones.
Quill texted Seri and her mother around eleven, begging once again for them to please not call the cops and promised that she just needed a couple of days to figure things out. Liz thought it absurd, but backed down at Seri’s request. Liz was also afraid that she would run. She wasn’t sure she could handle that again.
Seri could have had her phone tracked had she wanted to. It would have taken all of five minutes for her friend Tina to locate her whereabouts. She didn’t disclose that information. She knew Quill. Quill wouldn’t just walk out of their lives. Would she?
For whatever reason, Quill was nervous after they both had showered. She thought about this night for months. She had touched Julius many times. Why did she feel so anxious about going to bed with him?
“You okay?” Julius asked, taking her in his arms.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine. I’m worried that I made a mistake. Should I have left you alone, Quill?” he asked, moving her blonde hair behind her back and lightly kissing her neck.
“No,” she panted, closing her eyes as her emotions took over from the feel of his lips.
Julius moved down her chest with soft kisses. She moaned as she felt the snap of her jeans being pulled apart. Her breathing picked up right along with her heart. She moaned again as she felt his fingers slide through the elastic of her panties, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“Are you okay with this, Quill?” he asked, walking her backwards toward the only bed, hoping like hell she was. He needed her. He needed her so much. He had to be close to her, feel her and show her how much he loved her.
“Yes,” she whimpered, pulling herself back on her elbows. She didn’t know if she was okay with it or not. She did know the familiar feeling between her legs whenever he was around was present. She knew she was wet. She could feel it. She could feel the pulsating throb, yearning to be touched.
“Take your shirt off, baby,” he whispered, staring at her with eyes of pure lust.
She removed her shirt. He took it upon himself to remove her jeans and panties together. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Quill,” he said, gazing at her naked body.
Quill didn’t respond with words. She couldn’t. She just needed to be touched. She needed him to touch her right that second.
“What are you fighting with, Quill?” he asked, still towering above her.
“You, Julius, I need you.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need you to come to me, Julius,” Quill requested, closing her eyes, trying to hold back the tears.
“Open your eyes, Quill,” he demanded. He could see the pain. He hated it.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he slid two fingers as deep as he could go inside of her.
“You knew, Julius,” she blurted out as his finger dipped inside of her again. The constant flow of thoughts wouldn’t stop.
“Knew what?”
“You knew I was taken from my family,” she whimpered again as he thrust into her, letting his fingers drag over her wet throbbing nub.
“I did, Quill.”
“Why didn’t you help me?” she panted.
“I helped the only way I knew how, Quill.”
“Fuck, Julius,” she said with tears flowing down the sides of her eyes.
He thrust his fingers frantically in and out of her while his thumb satisfied her clitoris. She dropped from her elbows and let go. Julius was moving inside of her before she had a chance to come down.
“I’m sorry, Quill.”
“I don’t understand all of this. Why is this happening?” she asked as Julius made love to her.
“Shhh, I’m here, baby. I’m always going to be here, and I promise I am never going anywhere again.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked as she cried a river of tears.
“I didn’t know how, Quill. I wanted to. I wanted to so many times. I was selfish. I didn’t want to lose you.”
Aquilla cried as the two of them became one, making love with more sensations than her emotions could handle. She loved him so much. She was sure of that. She would never love another man the way she loved him, but did that make it right? She hurt. Her heart bled in pain as her mind reeled and she let Julius take her, claiming her as his.
“Julius,” Quill cried beneath him.
“Hmm?” he mumbled, thrusting in and out of her.
“I love you.”
Julius kissed her lips and then the tears streaming down her face. “I love you too, Quill. It’s okay. I’m not going to be mad at you.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“I can’t be with you here, baby.”
“What will happen to you? Where will you go?”
Julius kissed the tears again, tasting the salty drops on his tongue. “Don’t worry about me. I will be fine.”
Aquilla cried, not understanding her body. How could she be ready to climax when her heart was so heavy? She found satisfying relief while she cried in paralyzed, powerless pain. The anguish that she felt was nothing she had ever felt in her life, not when she lost her father, and not when she thought she lost Seri. Nothing compared to this. She was going to lose Julius.