Marisol DeJesus: The Bruja (Book 2)

Guilt

Marisol couldn’t pry herself from Aurora the next day. She woke up early, made them a mama/daughter breakfast down by the water. Aurora enjoyed herself eating fruit and drinking milk. After taking a nap, Marisol and Aurora went into the living room.  

The beautiful glass-stained window shined down on them, the blue jewel lighting up the room as Aurora gabbed nonsense to Marisol. But she still pretended to understand and communicate back with her.  

But it felt wrong like she was trying to force her daughter to understand that even though she left her last night, she loved her.  

But it wasn’t working. Marisol felt the guilt gnawing at her gut like a hunger pain and she was miserable. She had been in a club doing something she shouldn’t have been doing with a guy she shouldn’t be doing it with, instead of at home. With her daughter.  

Where she was supposed to be.  

It felt entirely too selfish, and Marisol knew she should have known better and told Brianna no. But the offer had been so tempting, the night of freedom and the rush had been amazing. And for a while, she could pretend she wasn’t a sixteen-year-old mom with a five-month-year-old baby.  

That she wasn’t a witch waiting for the other shoe to drop from an evil demon who killed her parents.  

She shouldn’t be going out and being irresponsible with the number of serious pork chops on her plate right now. But she did, and while it’d felt so good at the time, now all she could feel was this mega-ton weight of guilt on her chest.  

And it wasn’t letting up.  

Marisol hadn’t realized she was crying until Brianna came and sat beside her. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Brianna softly whispered, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong Marisol?” Crying, Marisol whispered, “*Soy una mala madre. (*I’m a bad mother).” Brianna had never spoken Spanish before. But she still could understand Marisol and whisper softly, “Why do you think that sweetie?”  

Letting in a sharp breath as her chest heaved, Marisol’s brain felt everywhere as her leg bounced, “I left her alone, I left her alone, and I did something so stupid, and I can’t do that anymore! I made the decision to have her, to raise her, so if something happens while I'm off being stupid-.” Brianna placed a hand on Marisol’s back and ordered, “Marisol. Breathe!” And Marisol felt the balloon sitting on her chest pop making her able to breathe again.  

Breathing in and out deeply, Marisol trembled as she let Aurora down from her lap. Watching Aurora crawl around curiously, Marisol sadly admitted, “I saw Javier the other night.” Brianna looked over at Marisol surprised, “You did? What happened?”  

Marisol rolled her eyes at her cowardly she would sound, “Nothing. I didn’t speak to him, I mean he was with this girl. Some white girl, who looked all fancy and rich.” Wiping her eye, Marisol admitted, “I chose to keep Aurora and he wants nothing to do with her. I keep swallowing that pill, but then I realize he gets to keep living his life like he has no responsibility. And I don’t, and that’s my choice. So why did I leave her alone with a stranger? Why would I do something so stupid when I should have been home with her!?”  

Pulling Marisol into a hug, Brianna let her cry it all out and then stroked her head, “I can’t tell you, you were right or wrong for going out.  I think that’s something you haven’t decided for yourself.” Breathing out, Brianna admitted, “But I can admit what I think about it.”  

Nodding, listening, and hoping for wisdom, Marisol smiled as Brianna honestly said, “I think you love your daughter with your whole heart. And even if you did decide to let your hair down for the night, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. You’re progressing really fast, and you are very priorities first driven. I think you’re crushing this s**t and no matter what that douche sickle is doing over yonder, know you and Aurora are doing ten times better.”  

Marisol snorted laughter and Brianna stroked her head gently, “Stop crying babes, you’re not a bad mother.” Smirking, Marisol taunted, “How do you know?” Brianna grinned stroking her sister’s hair, “Because a bad mother wouldn’t care if she was a bad mother, she'd convince herself she was a good one. She wouldn’t stress herself out over every little decision. A real mom puts their child before anything and everyone. You do that before you even brush your teeth in the morning.”   

Nodding slowly feeling calmed down now, Marisol sat back and watched Aurora sit on the floor playing with her toys. Brianna glanced over at Marisol curiously as she asked teasingly, “And what was this mistake you supposedly made last night young missy?”  

Marisol turned hot red in the face, “Well…”  

Stephano had pulled her from the dance floor with a growled, “I need to be alone with you.” And then they were upstairs into an office. She’d looked around unsure as he locked the door, “We shouldn’t be in here-.” Stephano kissed her deeply, his fingers plunging in her hair as he calmed her down, “I know the owner. Get on the desk.” Marisol hesitated and Stephano stopped pulling his shirt out of his pants.  

The tattoo on his stomach and a peek of his abs driving her crazy as he cradled her face concerned, “Quieres esto? (*Do you want me)?” Marisol did, but wanting him was scary. It was like wanting TNT and she couldn’t be sure if she was being smart right now.  

Her body was thumping with liquor and reckless energy. And she tried to deny it, mostly out of fear of it being a bad move for her and her daughter. But when she met the whiskey-colored eyes peering down into hers, Marisol whispered timidly, “Si… (*Yes).” Stephano’s thumb gently stroked her cheek, down her chin, and over her plump lips. He was so enticed by her, and with those big brown eyes, she made him want to take care of her.  

“Entonces porque te resistes? *(Then why do you resist)?” Marisol’s lips parted. Trembling as she admitted tiredly, “Porque eres un buen hombre. Pero haces cosas malas. (*Because you’re a good man. But you do bad things.)” Marisol shook her head gently, “I can’t lose her Stephano.”  

She started to turn and leave, but Stephano grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back against him. “I know. But you’re jumping the gun, mami. You don’t even know if you’d like it yet. At least sample before you turn it down.” Marisol started to protest, but it died on her lips when he kissed her again.  

He picked her up and put her on the desk himself. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he began undoing his shirt. Seeing a few new scars and stitched-up wounds having just finished healing, Marisol traced one, “What happened to you?” She breathed out as she looked up at him.  

Stephano shook his head kissing her, “Don’t worry about it, just kiss me.” And Marisol did, her getting lost in his masculine scent and warm hands. As he sunk into the very essence that was she.  

Nipping down her neck, Stephano’s shirt hit the floor as he reached under her dress. She jumped a little unsure, but then he was stroking her. Not thrusting his fingers in, but playing with her clit. Her wet patch in her panties getting wetter as he stroked her in hard, slow circles.  

Stephano groaned as her delicious scent filled the office, he could smell how excited she was. Withering against him begging for more. She was perfect, in the years he’d been with girls and women, he’d never had someone like Marisol.  

Pushing her back on the desk, Stephano kissed her thighs, his head disappearing in between her thighs as she arched her back. Holding her thighs down, Stephano kissed her clit, his tongue diving in as she moaned and purred for him.  

Marisol knew this was wrong, bad, her aunt would say sinful. Liable to get her a first-class ticket to hell.  

But at that moment, with Stephano Dante making her c*m around his tongue almost effortlessly, Marisol couldn’t lie and say she didn’t enjoy it. It was even more heart-stopping when he looked at her with a wet mouth. His eyes now like butterscotch as he grunted, “Hold up, I’m not finished yet.”  

Brianna fanned her face, “Well then.” Marisol shook her head, “It’s dumb. I can’t get wrapped up in another guy who means me no good. I have to think of Aurora and her future, and that means a 110% concentration on making sure Gabriel Ramírez can never harm her or me again. I have too many balls in the air and a big enough shoe already about to drop." 

And her leader agreed, Brianna knew the dangers if Marisol slacked off. But she also knew what she’d seen last night, and Marisol’s magical power had boosted since her time with Stephano.  

She didn’t understand it yet since he appeared to be a normal human. But Brianna knew that kind of energy can’t be matched and might push Marisol farther, quicker. And maybe take some of the stress off her heart. 

That way she could breathe, and finally, take in the special life she was being inducted into.  

“It’ll all be okay Marisol.” Brianna whispered to her, and Marisol faced her, “How do you know?” Brianna grinned at her brightly, “Because you are so smart, and strong. And you’re very levelheaded, you’ve grown up so fast. It worries me you don’t even know how to be a sixteen-year-old girl, and now you’re a young mother. I don’t want you to miss out on your youth chasing for adulthood. You deserve to be happy and have fun too, as long as your daughter is safe and you’re not doing ANYTHING you don’t want to do. No one can judge you.”  

Kissing her head, Brianna started out as she threw out playfully, “And if they do, well you are a witch.” Holding up a little doll that looked like Javier, Brianna teased, “And I make a mean voodoo doll. We can always have a little wicked fun with them.”  

Grinning ear to ear, Marisol beamed at Brianna happily, “You’re the best Brianna.” Brianna flipped her hair dramatically as she quoted a legend, “I know darling. I know.”  

And as she walked out, Tamia came  in suddenly and slapped her ass as she walked by, “Bad b***h right here!” Brianna hooted happily, “And you know!” Marisol burst out laughing as Aurora cheered. For a moment, Marisol didn’t blink. She wanted to remember this moment of sisterhood for a moment.  

She relished in the feel of the simplicity of the tender, genuine moments with her daughter. And as she seemed to still vibrate with this charge to her power she couldn’t explain, Marisol laid her daughter down in bed.  

Her mind slowly going back to last night again, and what happened next.  

Pulling on her panties, she couldn’t look at Stephano as he wiped his mouth. He’d made her c*m three times with his tongue. And he hadn’t let her do anything for him. And now she felt hella awkward because that was the first time she’d done anything like that. Yeah, she’d had s*x before, but it’d been once with Javier and it hadn’t been about her.  

Her first time getting oral was five minutes ago and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet.  

Mostly because it was in a club, with a drug dealer. Who, had literally just got out of jail.  

Fucking pheromones and physical attraction combined with his alpha presence and the chemistry that naturally sparked through them. It all blended together and with her inebriated mind purring yes along with her v****a, she couldn’t help herself.  

And she hadn’t wanted to.  

And that was bad.  

“Novia (*Sweetheart.)” Marisol pulled from Stephano shaking her head fighting tears, “No, Nosotras no deberíamos haber hecho esto. (*No we shouldn’t have done this.)” She tried to leave, but Stephano pushed her back against the door gently and whispered seriously, “You know I wanna be there for you and Aurora, you know I’d never do anything to hurt either of you..”  

Marisol nodded quickly knowing he meant it, “Intencionalmente o no, lo harías, y no puedo inscribirla para otra angustia. (*Intentional or not, you would and I can’t sign her up for another heartbreak.)” Stephano couldn’t deny this and Marisol looked at him for another minute before turning and walking out of the office. 

She stopped when she saw Chantel looking furious as she sat red in the face with her nose scrunched up.  

“Skanky whore.”  

Marisol flipped her off, “Celosa puta.(*Jealous bitch.)” And strutted off quickly as she chanted, “ 

Mata el zumbido, enfoca mis pensamientos. (*Kill the buzz, focus my thoughts.)” But it wasn’t working, and Marisol figured out why as a wave of fatigue hit her.  

She was dehydrated, Marisol soon realized and it wasn’t helping her concentrate. Going to a bar, she asked for water, paid, and drank some quickly. As the cold water seemed to speed through her, Marisol found her strength returning. 

And then she found her crew who all breathed out, “Thank god, we were just going to start looking for you.” Brianna chirped totally not worried as Kase held her around the waist.  Feeling eyes on the back of her head, Marisol ignored the hot gaze Stephano Dante had on her. 

But Tamia even liberated seemed to see better than most. 

Coming to pull her to the door she asked Marisol, “You okay” Marisol nodded feeling like she’d just done something really naughty and everyone knew.  

And those thoughts weren’t helped when Tamia found the gaze of the hot older guy on her friend. Smirking, she cheekily asked as they walked out, “Did you have fun?”  Marisol fought blushing as she nodded quickly, “Yeah. Did you birthday girl?” Tamia, a little gun shy now tittered, “Oh hells yeah. And we deserved it!”  

Cheering Brianna’s name in thanks for making them do this, Brianna took the thanks and love. All while one of her witches seemed to stew in post-o****m confusion.