Tainted Cure (The Rememdium Series Book 1) by Ashley Fontainne Page A

wedding next December. It will be my first trip to the United States, and I want everything to be perfect. And for everyone to want to be me.”
    “Ah, you wish to be my wife?” Benito whispered before nipping Maria’s soft flesh. “What a coincidence. That was my Christmas wish as well, and why I bought this.” Benito extracted the small black box from his pocket.
    Maria’s eyes widened and she clapped her hands like a little girl. Her fingers shook as she opened the box, revealing a twenty-two carat, princess cut ring nestled inside the white satin. Maria was so excited it took her two tries to slide the ring onto her finger. “Mi cielo! Oh, it’s beautiful!”
    “As are you, my love. Now, about your other wish: I disagree,” Benito pulled down the silk blouse from Maria’s shoulders with his teeth, exposing her perky breast. He let his tongue slide around the nipple twice before sucking. “These beauties are perfect the way they are. I don’t understand why you want to change them.”
    Maria moaned again while jutting her chest forward. “I will give you all the pleasure you desire, mi cielo, more than I am capable of now, if you allow me this indulgence. It will make me feel more in proportion—and much sexier.”
    “Whatever you wish, my love,” Benito mumbled. He wrapped his arms around Maria’s firm rump and hefted her off his lap. Then, as usual, he took the daughter of the man whose life he ended into the bedroom and violated every inch of her body.
    When reflecting on the moment later, after the phone call that changed everything, Benito would realize the defilement of Mario Alvarado’s daughter was the final time things worked in his favor.

    “If this is some sort of joke, I assure you will regret playing it on me.”
    “No, sir. You wanted me to report any and all new developments and this is where we are. It is ready. The formula passed all the trials with flying colors. The test subjects will be released by week’s end. The team is nearly finished with all the paperwork and a press conference scheduled for next week. I don’t have the exact time or location as of yet, but I assure you when I do, I will let you know.”
    Benito forced himself to remain calm. He knew this day would come and had been making preparations of his own. When he opened the safe and discovered Mario’s secret, he’d been stunned. After reading through all of Mario’s notes, he’d been surprised to actually agree with the prick’s conclusions, which was not to let the atrocity happen. Of course, Benito’s reasoning was far different than Mario’s.
    The discovery would ruin Benito’s livelihood. A permanent cure to drug addiction would wipe out not only his business, but thousands of others around the globe. Economies would be devastated when drugs quit flowing.
    Ever since he’d been alerted to the possibility of the cure, he’d worked nonstop, risking his life numerous times by setting up meetings with not only local competitors, but other cartel warlords across the globe. Only a few rejected his proposal to band together to keep the medicine from hitting the streets. Most were on board when he gave them a demonstration of the cure’s abilities.
    Benito suffered too many years of abuse to walk away from the lifestyle he’d stolen from Mario. Living a life of luxury, banging the sick bastard’s daughter and owning the massive estate were his rewards for being tortured by the fat slob. There was no way he’d give up the prizes he’d earned from every vile, disgusting moment he’d endured for almost twelve years.
    Shaking the thoughts away, Benito took in a gulp of air. “No, you will make sure the press conference never happens. If it is as you say, then proceed with the plans we set out. Make sure nothing—and no one—remains. Only bring our little friend to see me. He will turn out to be quite useful, I believe. After all, what better asset could I ask for? The man who created this nightmare will