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of thanks,” Rolando said, and then gave a shrill whistle. One of his cronies gripped the back of my head and turned me to face the direction of the garage.
    A blaring engine revved, and from out of the shadows rolled a red convertible with a very familiar leaping cat logo. My knees grew weak. I didn’t…I couldn’t let myself think for a moment that this was their ‘thanks.’
    Hoooly shit.
    Rolando’s friends urged me forward, while Estella lowered her glasses and blasphemed.
    I stared at the red convertible as my feet drew closer, feeling like I was walking on air, and that my social standing was about to shoot up like a rocket.
    Rolando’s meaty mitt fell on my shoulder. “Early birthday present. Hope you like it, homes.”
    ~~~~~
    The next few weeks and months went by pretty fast. Over time, Rolando and I became closer, and while I was still pretty certain that he was involved in some shady underground activities, I never received any unexpected or unwanted calls from the Cartel threatening to serve my ass to someone on a platter.
    I chalk that up to Rolando and his boys knowing how to keep their mouths shut in regards to who took out El Coyote.
    Taking that red convertible to college was an indescribable joy. Thankfully, the campus security was pretty tight so there was little chance of anyone trying to jack it while I was in class.
    The amount of extra attention I received from girls was even better than I could have expected. I got more than just a few handjobs over the next six months. One gorgeous Latina beauty said she’d always wanted to cum in the backseat of a car like mine, so I spent one pretty awesome evening learning just the right way to go down on her. She came, all right, and not just once. I’m not about to take full credit for that; the red beast I rode played a pretty big hand in that.
    So my college days were soon filled with little more than making new friends, meeting girls, and doing nasty things with said girls in my car. All that fun socializing meant I was putting less and less time into my studies, which drove my mom crazy. “Don’t you understand that this is your inheritance, mi hijo? Oh, thank God your father isn’t here to see you piss away your education like this.”
    So I failed two of my economics subjects and barely scraped a pass in Psych. It looked like summer school was the way it was going to be.
    Tio Esteban and Estella were married a month or so after I got my license, and everyone was thrilled at their union. Estella was the kind of woman who could charm a rock, so the women adored having her officially in the family. And the men beamed with pride at their golden boy Esteban who’d managed to pull such a smoking hottie for a wife. I sincerely doubt that I was the only guy – young or old – in my family with dirty fantasies about her during the ceremony. But I hoped (for my sake as much as my uncle’s) that I was the only one who’d taken it beyond just fantasies.
    I can only imagine what every guy in church was thinking when Estella appeared in that wedding dress. If they were anything like me, we’d all be going to hell someday.
    I would have sold my soul just for the chance to fuck her in that big, white dress and then add a little extra white under her veil.
    Here comes the bride. And here I come too.
    I held the hymn book over the front of my pants.
    When Estella and Esteban exchanged their vows, it suddenly hit me: they really loved each other. Like, really loved each other. Both had tears glistening down their faces once they were done, and when they kissed, it was like two desert wanderers who had just found water.
    I felt a little awful for all that I had done with Estella.
    I felt equally bad that I would probably never do that stuff with Estella again.
    Yeah, I know; I’m a selfish prick. My car was getting me more action than I’d ever dreamed, yet I was still pining after my uncle’s wife. That wasn’t right.
    But don’t throw stones; any