Heartless Mercy (The Sinful Alliance #1)

In Flames by Digital Daggers

Catalina walks out the doors of the private room in Ale Fantasía and we are all speechless. Fuck. I should’ve spoken up, but I thought they were joking around. I think Niccolo telling her what to do when Catalina and Isabella wanted to play around was something he shouldn’t have done. We all have the right to do things in our own personal relationships with each other. If the group doesn’t like something to be out in public, then we should set that boundary before going out as a group. But we live, and we learn, and we owe Catalina big time for not talking about it as a whole group instead of just ordering her not to do it.

“It’s okay. She’ll get over it,” Dario says. I quickly turn around to face him as he approaches the table from where he’s standing by the door.

“She will absolutely not get over it, and she shouldn’t. She should be able to do whatever she wants with Isabella or any of us without input from us as a whole. What we need to do is set boundaries if we don’t like anything that’s happening before leaving our house as a group or we’ll have this happen again and again. We need to make it up to her as soon as we get home,” I voice, angry that Dario or anyone would think that was okay. I don’t blame Dario for thinking that way because I think he still sees Catalina as only his best friend and not as a partner or girlfriend. It’s something we need to get used to.

“You’re right, baby. I keep forgetting that she’s not only my best friend, but my girlfriend. I shouldn’t dictate what she can do with one of y’all unless I have serious reservations about it,” Dario responds.

“Yeah, I agree. I shouldn’t have done that. We’ll make it up to her for not speaking up about it and saying something in the moment,” Niccolo declares, wiping his hand down his face.

I hear someone crying beside me and I turn to see Isabella with her face in her hands, her body shaking every few seconds. “What’s the matter, corazón ?” I ask, getting up from my seat and sitting on Catalina’s empty seat. I bring her into my arms and sit her on my lap as I kiss her forehead.

“I-I-I just should’ve listened to her. She was my girlfriend f-first and I love her. Now, she h-hates me. She thinks I-I love everyone more than h-her,” Isabella mumbles in between sobs.

“No, baby. She doesn’t hate you. She knows you love her, but she just needs a little bit of time to cool off, then we can make it up to her, okay?” I add, rocking her back and forth in the chair.

“Willow’s right, sweets, she knows you love her so much. We’ll make it up to her, I promise,” Sonny remarks.

Dario, Niccolo, and Sonny rise from their seats and hug us from behind, each kissing Isabella and me atop our heads. “C’mon, let’s go home and find out how she’s doing. Maybe we can talk about everything with her and apologize,” Dario orders.

Isabella stops crying and I release her from my arms. She grabs my hand and I lift her from the seat as we exit from the private area. Dario stops by to talk to Alejandro and Celeste, and it looks like Dario is telling Alejandro he can stay with his wife. Alejandro nods, and we wave goodbye to Celeste and Alejandro. Chiara drives Niccolo and Sonny in the first SUV home, while Camila drives Dario, Isabella, and I.

After a long night, it’s 9:00 p.m. by the time we get home, but Catalina is nowhere in sight. We each grab our phones to see if there are any unread messages or missed calls. Dario tries to call her first, but to no avail; there’s no answer. Isabella tries next, but she’s sent straight to voicemail. She starts to tear up and I immediately take her in my arms to cuddle her on the couch.

“It’s okay, baby. She’ll come back to us. She just needed space,” I say, trying to comfort her. She immediately gets up and takes out her phone from her boobs again. Well, she had to put it somewhere since she didn’t take a purse, so I guess it was better protected snug in between her huge boobs.

“She said she had a ride, so maybe it was my brother who called her,” Isabella spits out while clicking her brother’s contact on her phone.

“Who is she calling?” Sonny asks.

“Her brother,” I mouth as Isabella puts it on speaker, the line ringing on the other side.

“ Pronto ?” Alessio answers, breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

“Why are you breathing heavily? Are you having sex right now?” Isabella states through her tears.

“No, I’m not fucking having sex. I wouldn’t answer the phone if I were having sex. I was sparring with Catalina and the other guards. What’s up?” Alessio adds. We immediately all perk up and gather around Isabella and her phone.

“Catalina is with you?” Isabella shouts.

“She was. She’s headed back to Dario’s, but um, sorellina . She went a little extra hard and we ended up getting rid of some snitches. So, when she gets there, don’t be scared, but she’s going to have their fluids on her,” he admits.

Everyone is in shock. I immediately feel so fucking bad that Catalina had to do all that to let her anger out. I glance toward Sonny and he stares back at me.

“How do you feel about her killing someone?” I whisper to Sonny.

“Bad that she had to do that,” Sonny replies softly.

We should feel bad about her killing people, especially since I save lives and Sonny prosecutes killers. But for some reason, we just don’t. Growing up, I witnessed some of my dad’s shadiness back in the day, even if he didn’t know about it.

“ Grazie, fratello . We’ll be on the lookout for her. Ti amo ,” Isabella says.

“ Anch’io ti amo, sorellina . Everything will be fine,” Alessio answers, ending the call.

Sonny, Isabella, and I sit on the couch and wait for Catalina to walk through the doors while Niccolo and Dario head to the kitchen to talk on the phone and grab us some water. A couple of minutes pass when I see a shadow underneath the door and hear the door jiggle open.

The look on all our faces is one of shock because Catalina walks in all bloody from head to toe with her trusty black machete in hand. She’s serving a full Carrie moment, and it looks scary, but hot at the same time. The more she comes inside, the more I see that she has a sinister smile. I’m so fucking in love with her right now. She looks like a boss-ass bitch who stood on business and I just want to kiss her.

“ Babyyyy !” Isabella shouts as she runs up to Catalina. Catalina grabs Isabella as she jumps on her, wrapping her legs around her body. Isabella begins to sob while Catalina rubs her back up and down with her hand. Dario, Niccolo, Sonny, and I all crowd her, looking her over for any injuries.

“What’s the matter, princesa ? I’m right here,” Catalina coos, soothing Isabella by rubbing her hand up and down her back.

Isabella’s head rises, looking over Catalina’s face, and says, “You’re not mad at me? I’m so sorry. I love you and didn’t mean to hurt or make you mad.”

Catalina puts Isabella down on her feet and declares, “Of course, I’m not mad, baby. It was a messed up situation, but it is what it is. I just felt wanted and needed by the crew, and I didn’t want to say something I’d regret. So, I needed to remove myself from the situation and let out some steam. Alessio texted he was outside and I said fuck it, let’s go. But I’m not mad at anyone, baby. I’d never be mad at you, Isabella.”

“You deserve to, though. We should’ve discussed everything before we went together as a group or the past weekend, but we didn’t. I’m just sorry I didn’t discuss my boundaries with you and just let you believe that you were the one in the wrong, but you weren’t, and I’m sorry about everything. But seeing you like this is so much better because BABYY ! You look so fucking good,” Niccolo states.

“It’s all good. We’re all good. We live and we learn. Now, I need to go wash all this blood off. Just had to end some rats that needed to be exterminated,” Catalina replies.

“Let’s go, diosa , let’s get you showered. I need to see if you’re okay and we can only do that naked.” I wink, grabbing her hand.

“I’m okay, baby girl. But I won’t turn down seeing you naked,” Catalina declares, her eyes craving release. And that’s what my little psycho will get.

“We’ll wait for you in my bed. We all want to apologize and make up for everything,” Dario orders, lightly touching Catalina’s arm.

“Yes, Big Daddy,” Catalina winks. Dario smiles brightly and Catalina leads me to her room.

“C’mon, princesa . Join us in the shower,” Catalina shouts, looking back as she sees Isabella tearing up in Sonny’s arms.

Isabella unravels herself from Sonny’s arms and runs directly into our embrace. We walk together into Catalina’s bedroom and I immediately grab Catalina by the back of her head, kissing her fiercely. I extend my hand and yank Isabella into our hold as we kiss each other in the hottest three-way kiss I’ve ever had.

Fuck, these two seriously have my heart and I’m so obsessed with them. I can’t wait to spend more time with them. I walk the three of us back into Catalina’s bathroom, never breaking our kiss. Isabella switches the light on and we unfortunately break our passionate, needy kiss. We immediately strip off our clothes and Isabella is the first to undress. She turns on the water in the shower as I inspect Catalina’s body for any apparent injuries.

“I’m okay, baby girl. I promise,” Catalina whispers, kissing my shoulder to calm my anxious feelings. I continue my perusal, but don’t see anything alarming. So I stop and we step into the shower with Isabella.

“We’re so sorry for everything, baby. We shouldn’t have let you go like that,” Isabella states, lathering the shea butter and warm vanilla body wash onto a loofah as she rubs it all over Catalina’s back. I place a chaste kiss on Catalina’s lips, grab another loofah filled with body wash, and wash her front. I pinch her nipples, hitting her piercings, causing her to elicit a moan from the sensation.

“I just needed time. I didn’t want to say anything I’d regret, so I left. Your brother called and texted at the perfect moment, so I took that as a chance to not get into it with my best friends and loves,” Catalina replies.

“I wish you didn’t leave, but I’m all for it because I got to see you looking so hot. You’re like my bloody little psychopath and I love it so much,” I declare, smiling when she raises an eyebrow in shock.

“Really? I thought that you and Sonny would be scared.”

“We were definitely not scared. We were so fucking hot and bothered by how hot you look,” I reply. We wash her as Isabella lays multiple kisses on Catalina’s back, showing her her love.

We continue washing up then turn off the water, exit the shower, and close the glass door. I reach for a towel, dry off, and tie it around my body, as do Catalina and Isabella.

“Are you ready to be worshiped, diosa ? Everyone is dying to make it up to you. You are about to experience so much pleasure, baby,” I tease, winking at her as I turn to grab the handle of her door.

Catalina slaps my ass, causing me to turn around and giggle as she says, “I can’t wait, baby girl. I miss your pussy.”

“Eh, eh, eh, I said you were getting pleasure, not me.”

“But that would bring me so much pleasure, baby,” Catalina says, pouting her lips. I laugh, roll my eyes, and open the door to make our way to Dario’s room.

Loud noises can be heard from the hallway, getting louder when we approach Dario’s door. I push the door open, and Niccolo and Dario are both sucking each side of Sonny’s hard cock. Jesus, fuck. What a fucking sight!

“That’s not fair. We were good girls and didn’t touch each other while you naughty sluts couldn’t keep your hands off each other,” I groan, pouting my lips and flashing my eyelashes. They release their hold on Sonny’s cock and look at us with glazed eyes.

“Well, come and join the party, good girls,” Dario demands. Niccolo rises from his spot and approaches Catalina. He roughly grabs her towel and yanks it off, leaning in closer to her ear and whispers, “I’m sorry, little devil. I’m going to make it up to you. Would you like to fuck me again?”

Isabella and I glance at each other with shocked faces and our jaws on the floor. I would definitely love to see that. The night is just starting and I can’t wait to show Catalina how she’s a huge part of our relationship.