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Participants: Godric and Adelita

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Godric>

Godric’s hand lay around the woman’s form. What had just happened had been magical. To her at least, for Godric - this was what he did. ******* women was his thing. He turned to the woman kissing the top of her temple. His shaggy black hair was askew on the pillow. His skin was glistening from beads of sweat. Pleasuring a woman was no easy feat. No, they wanted this that and the other, all done in a specific way too. It was always what they wanted - HOW they liked it. Godric didn’t mind though, he liked to give the ladies what they wanted, and how they wanted it, and they would consider him a god. It was a win win after a! ll.

It was odd, being back in Mexico. It seemed like it had been ages since here was, and considering he couldn’t go out in the daylight - because of the sun and all, he was confined to the indoor lifestyle of a cat, until the moon rose high in the sky. It was how he had met Adelita. Well, when he says met - what he really means is that he knew exactly who she was, and what she was to the leader of the Cartel. His daughter. Really, she was a pawn in his plan to bring down the Cartel.

Remington was here too, somewhere. Doing what he did, sticking to the shadows - probably killing some people too, because that was what he did. He liked to kill and ****, where as Godric - was ******* this beautiful woman beside him, or had been. His moss orbs dragged over to the clock on top of the fireplace - because yeah, she had a fireplace in her own bedroom, like who doesn’t?

“Do you have anywhere to be right now?” He casually asked the brunette.

<Adelita>

Long brunette tresses fell on her shoulders when Adelita rolled over to face the male when he spoke to her. She took in his features from head to toe with hunger and adoration in her eyes. His name suited him because he fucked like a god and it was a pity when it ended. Her tongue danced over her lips before she sat up, the red satin sheet that half covered her now falling down to barely cover her.

Adelita supposed she did adore Godric. In terms of his usefulness. She knew who he was and what he was capable of, but to him? She probably looked like some lovesick teenager with a high school crush. Which is exactly what Adelita wanted him to believe.

Her chocolate orbs flicked away from Godric, to the fireplace mantle where the clock was at. Her eyes widened as she saw the time, but a laugh trickled out from her throat. Passing the time, or throwing it away was easy to do with Godric. Especially when she was in his arms. “Oi, vey!” Lita jumped up from the bed and scrambled to collect her black sequined number that she was wearing prior to her ‘run-in’ with Godric.

Arms push their way through the sleeveless dress after a head pops through and Adelita is scrambling to collect the rest of her things. “I had a meeting with mi padre.” She stops to pick up the lacy garment that left hardly anything to the imagination and slipped it up both her legs after she sat on her bed. “An hour ago.” Her left hand runs through her hair, trying to straightened the tangled mess that they had both caused. “Vamonos.” Adelita slaps her hands together as she goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth because this mouth shouldn’t be kissing the cheek of her father after the things she did with Godric. Not without a good cleaning.

This gives Godric time to change, because she couldn’t go anywhere without him. Her father would kill him and wouldn’t that be counter-productive? When she returns to the bedroom, her lips press to his before she collects her clutch, opens it and applies a fire engine-red lipstick to them. Her index finger dabs at her lips, patting them to make sure she hadn’t missed a spot after Lita pulls out her compact. “I’ll see you downstairs, lover.” Adelita blew Godric a kiss before she slipped out of her bedroom, headed down the hallway, down a flight of marble stairs and waited for him at the bottom of them where the courtyard kissed the staircase.

<Godric>

Godric laughed, his bare torso rumbled. He nodded his head, a sad look about his features, but his eyes never left her bare physique even as the red sheet fell loosely around her waist, revealing her bared chest. He smiled, a rather smug look about his face. Who knew trying to take down the cartel would actually end up being like this, free sex - all in the name killing. An assassination of epic proportions. He watched her get out bed then, collect her things and head into the bathroom. Giving him the time to get out of bed himself.

Heading to the window. He made sure the blinds were fully closed. As he pottered around the room grabbing his dark green boxers, covering up his tattoo’s that ran along one side of his chest and along his right arm with his white shirt, he began to button it up before getting into black trousers which were tight fitting before finally putting his black shoes on. He hated looking so formal. How much longer did he have to play the role of being a lackey.

By the time Adelita was out of the bathroom looking rather, sexy Godric was already fully dressed and was pulling his black hair into a small ponytail to give the facade of being a professional bodyguard to the Cartel’s daughter. She kissed and he let her. The smell of mint was heavy and he liked that smell.

“I’ll be a moment.” He said to her, as she left and was already making her way downstairs. He pulled out his phone and began to tap a text to Remi. ’She’s good in bed. xox’ He clicked send re pocketed the device and followed her down the marble staircase with a rather smug look on his lips.

<Adelita>

When he came down the stairs, she started to move to where her father would be-his office. Adelita took her time, because she was already late, enjoying the scenery of the courtyard. To have a courtyard in the middle of your home was a unique experience and only allowable in places such as Mexico. Lita paused to take in the scent of an orchid that was on the way to her father’s office. While she did this, her eyes locked on to Godric’s, where she practically undressed the male with her eyes before she veered away with a small smirk on her lips. He had no idea the part he was going to play in the instrument of her father’s downfall.

She moved through another set of corridors and up the stairs to her father’s office. The two men at the door barely acknowledged her with more than a look as they protected the door and what was behind it with a single semi-automatic on display in their hands. Lita opened the door with a wide smile and a ‘Daddy!’ as she came around his desk with wide open arms to give him a hug and kiss to his right cheek..

This would be the last Godric would see of Adelita until she reemerged from the office. While he was privy to her bedroom and other things, family matters were just that. When Lita reappears, the smile she had on her face is gone and she’s muttering in her native tongue a dozen profanities. Until she sees Godric, and all Lita can do is stop and smile at him. The brunette shakes her head, walks away from the door and past him. On her way past him, she throws a question at him-one that he’s all too familiar with after one of these meetings with daddy dearest. “Give me ten minutes?” She doesn’t stop, she keeps going through the garden, up the stairs and to her suite, where her dress is tossed to the floor, not far from her heels and undergarments she got rid of when the dark haired woman entered the room. Once she’s stripped down, Lita moves to the bathroom, turns on the water, followed by the nozzle for the shower and steps behind the large glass shower door as she waits for Godric to join her.

<Godric>

He was her assigned bodyguard, he had to make sure she was safe at all times and that meant even in bed. None of the other guards suspected them, who would? He had to be with her at all times of the day, if he wasn’t and failed in his duty he’d be put to death, and that would not be good, for all parties involved. He would wait for her to emerge from the office, from the meeting with her father. The leader of the cartel. He leaned against the wall, the silver revolving within his grasp - the gun that used to belong to his brother. He inspected the silver, his fingers tracing the family crest.

Twenty minutes later Adelita was coming out of her father's office, the look on her face told a different story than it was before she went into the room. She was smiling, the way she smiled thought it told him that she wanted him again. Twice in a day? The woman wanted him. He nodded his head giving her 10 minutes to do what she normally did, take a shower. He would give her the time needed before he slowly began to make his way up the stairs to her suite. The look on his lips was that of an eager beaver. He wanted to see her naked again.

His hand outstretched to the door as he opened it, closed it behind it - flicking the lock on, incase they got any unwanted company before setting himself down on the bed as he slipped off his shoes, and undressed himself soon after that until he was fully naked - the toned abs on show, and all his other physical features, and attributes. He slipped into the bathroom after her. The scent of lavender scent filled his nostrils as he slid the glass doors aside so he could get in. His hands slipped around her waist as his body leaned against hers. The warm water was welcomed against his skin.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Adelita>

She laid on her stomach in her bed, the television on the wall serving no purpose other than some light background music as Adelita stared at it, her knees bent and her ankles wrapped together before the dark haired woman sighed lightly and shook her head. Meetings with daddy dearest usually ended up like this and Adelita would always shed some insight on what was going on in that mind of hers when Godric was still in her presence. As intended.

“Mi padre es ser estúpido.” She said as the woman picked up the remote, turned off the television and slowly rolled on her back to look at Godric who joined her on the bed not long after their rendezvous in the shower. Her naked, right leg stretched out so that her toes grazed against his naked thigh, hopefully, drawing in Godric’s attention. That simple movement said she had more to say. That the comment spoken wasn’t just a passing thought. “You know the Guerrero familia?” Lita shook her head, her disgust apparent. “He is thinking of extending an olive branch to those pendejos.” Lita purred out the spanish profanity with a lady-like charm to it still, even if the word was far from lady like. “They are nothing but gang-banger wanna-be’s. Still, their rise to the top on the streets is notable.” Lita sat up, and inched her way over to Godric, curling into his frame as she kept talking.

“Their tactics are like the guerilla war-fare. I think it could be trouble. For all of us.” Her lips pressed against his muscular shoulder before sighing against it. “It will only be a matter of time before la policía take them down.” Lita moved away from Godric to rest against the bedframe of her bed. She never cuddled with him too long. Just enough to keep him interested in the conversation. Besides, he was always cold to her. She only noticed when they weren’t in some form of motion together. She never said anything about it; careful not to insult the male as he was part of a bigger picture than just someone she was enjoying for the time being. And this was how some of their evenings were spent. Lita would spill just enough information to keep Godric in the loop and to plant tiny seeds of distrust in her father’s decisions. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to slip up from time to time and tell the men they had formed an intimate relationship with some aspects of their life that were disagreeable. Lita knew this and wasn’t afraid to use this common knowledge to keep Godric not only in her bed, but on her side if and when she would turn the tables on her father.

<Godric>

“Why do you listen to this annoying music?” His moss orbs flickered over to the television that was resting against the wall. There was a brunette singing about how her life was so horrid, and complicated and how she wished for her soulmates embrace to make it feel all better. “Do you actually enjoy this?” His arm lifted to point at the screen with a shake of his head, the first thing that he wanted to say was that all women were the same no matter their nationality. They all immersed themselves into the world of music, and pretended that they were the person the artist male or female were singing about. He gave off a disgruntled grumble and turned his eyes to the door, before bringing them back to Adelita, before he looked at his own self. Droplets of water still caressed his bare chest from where he had showered.

She turned off the television then and lifted her foot to caress against his thigh, he gave a raised eyebrow and caught her foot with the palms of his hand, and brought it up to his lips and grazed them against the flesh of her foot. “I do know of the family, yes.” He said, as he allowed the woman to believe he was listening as he feverishly kissed the woman’s feet like she was some kind of goddess, in the face of christianity. He should be smited, for many reasons. No longer having a soul was one of them. She crawled towards him then, curling into his cold skin.

Godric didn’t like her cuddling him for too long, not because he wasn’t a cuddler. He could be, but he was cold - dead, whilst she was like a furnace to him - he must’ve been like the polar ice caps to her. He laughed a little and shook his head though, as she spoke of her father’s motives. She spilled whatever her father was saying into his ear, the trust of father and daughter. He nodded. “What are you going to do with this information?” He asked casually. He knew what he was going to do with it, pass it onto Remington. Godric was but a mole, a mole with perks.

“Worst comes to worst, let la policia take them down.” He said as he rested against the headboard. There was a gap between the duo, but it was enough to still feel the heat coming off her skin. He was close enough to lay a hand against her hip to caress the skin there. “One less problem, for your father.”

<Adelita>

The suggestion was heard, and thought about. If only it were that simple. La policia were corrupt and while that worked in the favor of people like her father, it didn’t help him either. Not in this scenario. They were easily purchasable, and those that weren’t? It would take months or even years to get enough resources and manpower to arrest people like the Guerrero’s. Her brown eyes just stayed focused on him, drinking in his body. More specifically the tattoos on his body.

Lita pulled her foot away from him and rested it against Godric’s chest for a second. “Maybe.” A tooth rested on her lower lip as she bit down on it in thought. Taking the boys out would take as many months to plan and carry out. That was off the table. For now, the best she could do was express her strong dislike of the venture to her padre and hope that he saw it as she did.

• Overview +

Weeks would go by like this. Godric using Lita for intel, and Lita using Godric to try and turn him against her father. Only, she didn’t realize that he was already against her father and everything the man stood for. In the course of a few weeks, Godric would discover that a deal with the Guerrero family was coming to an end. That no matter what Lita said or did, her father saw things the same. This life wasn’t suitable for a woman to lead and so a merger had to be made. From the streets of Mexico, to the United States and Caribbean, the two families would be one of the biggest drug suppliers in the world. But Lita’s family’s reputation wouldn’t be the same. Outside of the Guererro’s extremist tactics, rumors were flying around that the **** they sold on the street wasn’t worth a peso. They were burning bridges with clients with the cheap **** they were using. Which was why they wanted the merger so badly and would give her father anything he wanted. Lita had grown frustrated and restless. Did she want to lead the cartel? Not specifically, but she didn’t want to see her cushy lifestyle vanish either. Or for her familia’s name to be drug down as low as the Guerrero’s were.

• 6 weeks later +

“Can you teach me how to shoot a pistola?” Lita asked the male as she looked at him. Her head rested in her hands, elbows pushing against the mattress they both were on. “Para la protección. If you were not around. If something happened.” Lita rolled to her side as she grabbed the dark plum colored top sheet of the bed and wrapped it around herself. “You have killed a man before? Many men?” She knew he had, but had never asked before. Adelita didn’t want the specifics, just that the man that was in her bed and hopefully at her side by now had killed many men. That he would teach her how to kill someone. To kill her father. His paranoia of those close to him since her mother’s arrest about a decade ago, caused him trouble sometimes. He didn’t know who to trust and not to. Not since the ‘rat’ was found to be her uncle. Her father believed that he could run an enterprise like this by himself. That if your familia could turn on you, so could a complete stranger that held no true loyalty to you.

“The Guerrero boys will be here at the end of the week. To close the deal. I don’t trust them.” Lita expressed some concern, but knew it wouldn’t really matter. By the end of the week, her padre would be dead and there would be no deal. “You shouldn’t either. It will change everything. You probably won’t even be assigned to me anymore.” Lita gave a small pout before inching her way over to Godric to give him a light kiss on his lips. “They’ll bring us all down.” Lita laid down next to him, an elbow on the bed and her head in a hand as she laid on her side to look at him. “I think it’s time we take things into our own manos.” Lita said after a couple minutes of silence between the two of them, her eyes locked on Godric’s own set.

<Godric>

The man grunted. The woman beside him stirred pulling a plum coloured sheet around her beautiful, slim physique. He grumbled his annoyance at the idea of her going away from him. Godric himself was naked, they had had one of their rendezvous. It had been going on for more than six weeks now. Godric was actually starting to fall for the woman, he had never stayed with someone for so long to even begin to develop those kind of feelings, at the start she was but a pawn in Remington’s scheme to bring down the Cartel. Now? Godric didn’t like to leave her side. He was sure she felt the same way - she always craved his attention, and affection.

“Yes, I will teach you use a gun. When would you like your lessons?” Her asked her. With a sheepish little grin. “Many.” He said. “Too many to count.” He turned his arm over to reveal tally chart, tattooed in ink. There were many lines, each counted for someone he had killed - for whatever reason. He shrugged his shoulders. Telling about the murders he had conducted was not something he was comfortable talking about. He didn’t want to scare the woman away, though. The woman was the Cartel’s daughter. She must’ve seen a dead body or two in her time.

He laughed then as Adelita expressed her concern for being split from him. It wouldn’t happen, because he would kill the man in due time, or Remington. Whoever pulled their trigger first out of the two as he watched the woman lay next to him staring at him. He outstretched his own hand to caress the side of her face, then to cup her chin with his rough fingertips.

“What is it you have in mind, Lita?” This was gonna’ be good.

<Adelita>

“Immediately,” Lita said almost too quickly before she laughed and shook her head. “Even now we are wasting time. As delightful as the time has been.” Her voice was low, and silken as she spoke her thoughts openly, fingers dancing quickly along his abdomen as she thought about what he asked her. Could she say it openly?

“Sometimes things don’t go as planned. Accidents happen. Unfortunate accidents. Especially during business dealings like these.” She rolled over so that Lita was now on her back and was looking up at the ceiling. One of her hands came to rest on her abdomen before tapping on the flesh of it as she kept thinking. “A double cross. Mi padre is old and his skeletons will catch up to him if this merger goes through. We attempt to make it look like one of the Guerrero brothers is trying to kill him and let mi padre and his men take care of the rest.”

So it wasn’t the whole truth. Her father would be dead, but that little detail didn’t need to be shared. What Godric didn’t know was probably for the best. For both their sakes. Hers especially just in case something went wrong. Very wrong.

“What do you think? It would, how do you say in America, ‘Kill two birds with one stone?’” She turned her to her side again and propped her head up to rest in one of her hands, elbow burying itself deep in the mattress as her dark hues locked on to Godric’s face, a look of deviousness and determination riding in her own set.

<Godric>

Godric watched the woman with a curious onyx stare. Mulling over the words she spoke her accent was thick, and sexy as she spoke. He nodded his head, watching her frame as she moved against the mattress her dark hair caressing her bare chest. He stared, allowing himself a savouring look. He wondered after tonight, when he would get to see her naked form again.

“I’m sure your padre is accident prone.” He said with a deep chuckle, as he got up from the mattress, and made his way over to a silky red dress where he threw the garment at the woman. “Put that on, we are going out. I have someone I want you to meet.” He slipped through the door and waited outside. His head resting against the wall as he waited for Adelita to get dressed.

A red dress was tossed her way, with a basic command. Lita looked at the dress, then lifted her shoulders in to a shrug before she made her way out of the bed, at a leisurely pace. While she was interested in who it was she just had to meet at this time of night, Lita was also reluctant to leave the bed, and for good reason too.

Tiny fingers grabbed the fabric from off the bed and she held it up for inspection. She would put it on, because nothing she owned wasn't something she hadn't picked out and because deep down, the idea of him dressing her secretly thrilled Lita. But, she still wanted to maintain some sort of power over the situation and so she 'hrm'd,' thoughtfully. "This is not my best, but-" Another lift of her shoulders as Lita slipped out of the room and took a quick shower before putting the dress on over her head. Just the dress. Godric never specified she had to wear something underneath the dress and Lita liked the idea of not wearing something underneath the dress. It was a bit naughty, wasn't it? Lita thought so.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Lita had put some very basic makeup on; some foundation and a splash of red lipstick to go with the dress Godric had picked out for her. After a quick kiss to his cheeks, Lita vanished to do as he asked of her; tell her father she was going to the market and wouldn't be long. After a few words and some expressed concern about her safety, Lita assured him that she would be fine with Godric. More than fine.

When they arrived at their location, Lita had to admit she was surprised. She wasn't positive what she had thought or expected, but this wasn't it. Still, she stayed linked to Godric as they made their way to a man he spoke briefly about. Don't look him in the eye and in her opinion, don't mention his strangeness. No one liked having their weaknesses exposed, even if you knew of them.

When the other male arrived, Lita's eyes went from his feet, to his neck, careful to mind the male's eyes. This wasn't something she hadn't encountered before. A lot of males who held a lot of power either dared you to look them in the eyes or wanted to ensure their power hold over you, by not wanting you to make eye contact with you. It was probably the same with most women in strong positions, but in this line of work, that was rare.

One word was spoken and to no one in-particular. Lita's eyes moved past the male's neck and to his chin, then his nose. As they progressed upwards, Lita started to feel uncomfortable. And flighty. Her weight shifted on her feet, before she took a small step away from Godric, but still remained at his side and attached. "Godric believes you can help me." Lita spoke first, her voice a little hesitant, but as she continued on, the hesitation vanished. "That you have the skills for a difficult task."

Before Godric even identified the male, Lita knew who the male was that was approaching them. Of course she did. She moved to the side, or tried to, but Godric had a good, strong hold on her waist. Not being able to move, Lita stopped attempting to do that and put a large, wary, plastic smile on her face as the male stopped in front of them and Remington and Godric started talking. She listened, and again, attempted to get out of his arms. Was that what she said? Did Lita want her father dead?

She should, shouldn't she? There were things Godric didn't know. Things Lita didn't talk about. To anyone. Even him. Things that went on behind closed doors. She was about to interject, explaining that she didn't want her father dead, or that hadn't been exactly what she meant, but a gun was brought to her face. While Lita had seen guns, she had never been threatened with one. Her mouth went dry as arms came up and crossed at her chest. Something inside of her snapped when she was met with what was a rare form of hostility passed her way.

"I didn't say that, exactly." Lita commented before going on with her thoughts. "But I should. If the merger goes on, then he will be dead. It will only be a matter of time." She knew that wouldn't satisfy the male in front of her-not with his history and precise detail to things. "I wanted it to look like the Guerrero family was trying to murder mi padre so the merger would not go through. Your help with that. So I thought." It probably still wasn't a good enough reason, so still the petite woman went on. "Godric is not aware of everything." The woman looked at the male to her side, her face expressionless as she stated that. "They say with power and influence comes difficult choices. We have to do things we do not like to do."

"About ten years ago, mi madre was arrested." This piece of information was nothing new to either of them. "She was so enamorado, in love with mi padre." There was a shake of her head as her expressionless face turned to bitterness. "She took the fall for him. I love her, that stupid woman." Lita hadn't seen her mother since she was twelve, but she remembered the person she was and the time spent with her. "The man, the 'rat'" She made gestures with her fingers quoting a term she had heard the men use in her household before, "Was as you know, her brother. Mi tío and mi padre's best friend." She looked back at the gun in her face. "The story goes, he disappeared. Dead. Killed by mi padre's men for selling mi madre out." She shook her head. "What if I told you, he is very much alive and living in California? On mi padre's behalf?" Her face turned sour. Had she ever met the man in California? No, but the only useful thing the younger Guerrero boy was good for was his ability to reach for things that most men couldn't get hold of. Information, mostly. Pictures of the male during business transactions, on beaches and in restaurants were passed to her and tucked away in the wall safe in her bedroom. Names of hotels he frequented kept in a little black book so that if she ever did make it to California, Lita would do something about it.

"He betrayed her. Leaves her sitting in jail, rotting like a common, every day criminal. Because he is selfish. Because of her, he has everything mi abuelo, her father built. The two of them. And I refuse to be her." There it was. The final piece of information. If either male was smart enough, they would realize the merger affected and included everyone-even Lita. "If you are not going to help, then shoot me. I would rather die here, right now, than end up like her."