Judas

Alma's POV

Guilt is a slow poison, one that finds its way into your conscience and spreads like wildfire.

I feel it now, aching in my chest as I speed through the city, heading to Charles' condo. My hands grip the wheel so tight, no amount of tension can undo what I've done.

I gave Lana's location away. She probably has no idea. None at all. She trusts me, I am her best friend and confidant. And I handed her over to him. Like a fucking Judas.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't want to betray her. But I had no choice. Ricardo gave me no choice. If I hadn't told him where she was, he would've killed me and my mother instead. And I couldn't let that happen.

I try to convince myself that Lana will be fine. That she's strong. That she'll find a way to get through whatever hell Ricardo has planned for her. But the image of her frightened eyes, the way she once told me she never wanted to be with these men Charles forces her to sleep with, it haunted me.

My only consolation is that I wasn't the one who called. She had called me the day my mother and I were in Luca's custody. And that's how Luca saw her face. To free my mother and I, Luca gave us a deal. He wanted to know about Felicity/Lana Denver, in exchange for our freedom. I only gave him her location, and lied that I didn't know anything about her being Felicity.

I pull into Charles' driveway and kill the engine, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the car. I can't let him suspect anything. I have to play my part.

When I knock, the door swings open almost instantly, and there he is, Charles Gregory.

Tall, handsome, cold blue eyes. The Golden Cop. The man everyone respects, the man who built his shining reputation on justice.

What a fucking joke.

He isn't brilliant. If it weren't for Lana, he wouldn't be half the detective people think he is. And the best part? Lana doesn't even know it.

"You're late," Charles mutters, stepping aside to let me in.

I slide past him, inhaling his scent—whiskey, frustration, and expensive cologne. "Traffic," I lie smoothly, tossing my purse onto his couch.

He shuts the door, running a hand through his golden blond hair. "She's missing."

I pretend to frown. "What do you mean, missing?"

His jaw tightens. "I promised her she could stay with me. I forgot. Now she's gone. No calls. No messages. Her phone's still in her apartment. It's not like her."

I press my lips together as if I'm thinking. As if I don't already know exactly who she is with.

"Maybe she's just mad at you," I suggest, tilting my head. "You did break your promise, after all."

He sighs heavily, rubbing his temple. "Yeah, I fucked up. But this isn't just her being angry. Something's wrong, Alma."

I take a step closer, as my fingers brush over his arm. "Or maybe… she's acting out."

"What?"

I trail my fingers up his chest, feeling his muscles tense with my touch. "You know Lana. She's always had a little thing for you. Maybe this is her way of punishing you."

He is confused. "Lana doesn't see me like that. I told you, she's like a little sister to me."

I let out a soft chuckle, moving my hands to his face as my fingers trace his sharp jawline. "Are you sure about that?" I whisper with my lips close to his.

He exhales sharply as his blue eyes lock into mine. "Alma—"

I cut him off by dragging my tongue along the edge of his jaw, savoring the way his body reacts. He stiffens.

"You're overthinking," I murmur. "Lana will turn up. She always does."

His breathing deepens, and I feel the shift in him. The frustration, the tension, the helplessness, it's all showing, and I know exactly how to redirect it.

I reach down, trailing my fingers lower, lower, until I press my palm against his hardening dick.

Charles grabs my wrist. "Alma—"

I smirk. "Relax, Golden Cop."

His grip tightens. "Don't do that. I'm worried about Lana, your best friend and you're over here tempting me."

"Don't do what?" I whisper, stroking him through his pants.

He exhales, closing his eyes for a brief second.

"You're so tense, daddy. You know you like it when I call you that." I lean in, licking the corner of his lips. "Let me help you."

Charles groans, pushing me back against the wall with his hands on my ass. His breath is warm against my skin as he glares down at me. "You think you can distract me?"

"Is it working? Cause your hands are on my ass." I tease.

His jaw clenches. "Lana isn't in love with me."

I laugh softly. "Oh, Charles. You don't even know, do you?"

He removes his hands from my ass to my jaw and his grip on my jaw tightens painfully. "Watch your mouth, Alma."

I scoff and slide my hand lower, gripping him through his pants again. His body jerks slightly at the contact, and this is the moment I love. The moment where he loses control.

"You think you can just say whatever the fuck you want?" His face is inches from mine now.

Then, I yank his hands off my jaw. "Don't you ever lay your fucking hands on me like that again," I snap, squeezing him harder.

He scoffed, and a wicked grin plasters on his face. "Oh yeah?" he said, pulling down his zipper. He grabbed my head, pulling me down to his crotch. "Take it all in," he commands.

I obey, taking his hard dick into my mouth. I can feel him growing harder, I can hear his breaths become ragged. I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing him, before taking him deeper. I can feel his hands in my hair, guiding me, controlling me. I moan as my own desire grow.

He pulls me up to kiss me. His hands roam my body, pulling at my clothes, desperate to feel my skin against his. I moan into his mouth, desperate to feel him inside me too.

He lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me to the couch, laying me down. He spreads my legs and I can see desire in his eyes. He enters me and I cry out, with my back arching off the couch.

He thrusts into me. I could feel myself getting closer, I could feel my body trembling with pleasure. He leans down to kiss me passionately, and I moan into his mouth.

He fucks me, interchanging paces. First slow, then hard and fast, then back to slow. Charles is a good fucker, and he knows it. Finally, as he reaches climax, he takes his dick and releases his seeds into my mouth. And I take it with full excitement.

He collapses by the side of me and we lay there together. "Oh fuck that was so good baby." Charles says to me with ragged breath.

I know I have succeeded in distracting him, at least for now. But I also know that this will not last. I will have to tell him the truth, sooner or later. But for now, I will enjoy this moment, where nothing else matters.

He will forget about Lana, he'll forget his suspicions, and forget about everything except me.