Tercer Paso: La Seducci��n

                                        

                                              
a/n: there will be a section I mark off as steamy. If you don't like that kind of thing, please skip past until it's safely indicated again. Also there is drug use in this chapter. Again if it makes you uncomfortable, you can skip to the very end and still catch the important parts of this update
                              
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The smell of hot wax and candels was a warm, comforting incense on the air for the hundred or so guests beginning to congregate around the catedral but it choked Reaper's throat tight. He had been surprisingly fine with the concept of getting Gitanna to take the drugsand his body over the last few weeks and today was the culmination of their plan. She would be a bodily distraction for about ten minutes and then the real show would start. Gitanna stepped out of the small bathroom she had been in, still in her dressing robe with her wedding dress hanging nearby. Reaper looked the surprised woman over, a smirk coming onto his lips when he saw the track marks on the inside of her arm, not yet concealed behind makeup.
                              
"Wha-what are you doing here?" Gitanna demanded, her impressive chest heaving with a combination of alarm and excitement. Since finding out about the fast approaching nuptuals, part of Reaper and Carlitos' plans had involved making Reaper her newest, favourite dealer. It was the only time he ever planned on selling drugs and it required that once in a long while he had to use the substances himself. And that he didn't enjoy, the chemical loss of control was not in the life for Reaper. It was simply a momentary means to an end, although cocaine did have a hell of a rush. It jsut wasn't worth it to him, and a part of Reaper wished that this woman had had the will power to resist it. And him. But she hadn't and never would.
                              
{A/N: if you do not like drug use, skip this next part}
                              
"Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue correct?" Reaper asked instead of answering her questions. Their entire 'relationship' thus far had been him controlling her like this and it was distasteful but effective. As he spoke he pulled out the little balls of foil concealing a small sampling of Gitanna's favourite drugs. Snort, smoke or swallow, he would get her high today and then he would take his time having her. No point in all of this if Paco didn't catch them in the act. He wanted to hurt that man as much as possible, and even though it might ruin Gitanna's life as well, she was most likely better off without the mafia man.
                              
Gitanna's eyes had glued onto the foil in his hand and her entire body started to shake. Her pupils dilated as the need and addiction filled her blood with withdrawal, even though she'd had her hit recently. She licked her lips and her eyes darted from the foil and up to meet his. Her cheeks flushed red and she smiled, her hands reaching for the belt of her robe. The bride-to-be undid the bow and let her dressing gown fall to the floor, revealing the lace and delicate lingere that was supposed to be for her husband to find on their wedding night. Instead Reaper stood in that man's place, deliberately destroying the future that man was trying to build.
                              
Adrianna will never have this, will never walk down the aisle with our father as her escort. Reaper reminded himself when his conscience threatened to wake. Gitanna was slinking her way towards him, step by deliberate step, hips swaying, breasts giggling in their containment and the nearly nonexistant lace of her panties cradling her core. There wasn't any conversation needed, she was already excited and ready for his 'gifts'. Adrianna will never have the joy of looking into the love of her life's eyes and saying I do. Reaper continued his mental litany, the words a reminder and a sheild all in one as he started to unwrap the foil, revealing the drugs he'd broguht her. And unlike the mafia she was trying to marry into, he'd made sure that even combined that she shouldn't overdose. Unless she'd spiked already today, in which case it really was her own fault for ingesting more.