My hand squeezes his, “Yes. I know you can do it on your own. But what if you need me, and I am not here? I can help us win this war.”
“I’m not going to stop you from telling me what you know or helping that way. I can’t let you put yourself in harm’s way anymore, though, Kat, that’s my job. I just can’t. Eli can’t live this life without you. There is no way I can live if you aren’t on this earth.”
Taking a deep breath, he looks at me with understanding. “You want revenge for the wrongs that he did to you.” His eyes squint in pain. “I can’t imagine what that sick asshole did to you.”
My hands run up his suit lapels. I push the jacket off his shoulders, and it hits the floor. I unbutton his shirt next and slide it away from his body. My fingers twist his nipple bar and he moans, then growls with desire.
“Take this suit off, it’s not you. I want you, Tank, for now and after this fight. For the rest of my life.” I kiss across his chest, my tongue licking at the bar. “I need you. Do you know how hard it is for me to say that?”
His hands stop my movements from removing his pants. Dropping my hands, he fists the hair at the back of my head. “What do you want from me?” he growls.
“Give me his head. Make him suffer knowing that you have my heart and body. Let me help you. Let me stay.”
Tank slowly unzips the back of my dress with his other hand. “This is all mine? You’ll do what I want and need?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Show me what is mine, Kat.” His hurt and anger are lacing his words, and I regret doing this to him. I see it in his face, the stress, and hear it in his tone with me.
His grip loosens and he deadbolts the door, then sits in the chair. The early morning sun barely lights the room. My hands pull the sleeves off my arms and I roll the dress away from my body. I stand before him, bare. I know what he needs.
“I will trust you, and tell you everything, and work with you.”
He needs my submission, and, if it weren’t for Tank, I would never relent, but, for him, my heart submits. He felt anger because I left our son without telling him. I can’t be his woman if I continually make him feel betrayed.
I kneel before him and sit back on my heels, with my head cast down. “My mistake not to call you first. I was wrong to surprise you. If you made me look a fool, I would take it as an insult. Those are your men.”
He hums and leans forward. “We work together, or you pack your shit and go home now.” He waits for me to respond, and, when I don’t move, he requests, “Remove your bra.”
My hands do as he asks, and the backs of his fingers lightly strum over my nipples. “I want these pierced for me soon. Every part of you will belong to me.”
“Yes, I love you.” My heart beats wildly. If he pushed me away now, I don’t know if I could handle the rejection.
“K-Love, I will never walk away from you. Stay by my side and be my partner in all things, baby, that is what I need.” The tips of his fingers touch over my cold stone heart that he managed to break through. Something so impossible but, like he said, he’s the light to my dark. His light saved me.
“I will never abuse your love or trust. We are forever no matter what tomorrow brings. You are the light in my life. You may think you are dark, but, baby, there is so much good, too.” My eyes clench at his words, he sees me even when I couldn’t. “I love you, Kat.”
My hands run up his thighs, and he picks my hands up and kisses each one. “Leave your garter belt on and kneel on the bed.”
He helps me up and I pose, waiting for him. He rummages in a bag behind me. The blade of his knife catches the edge of my panties and cuts the flimsy material away from me.
The tip of the knife runs down and scratches my skin down the outside of my thigh, goosebumps breaking out over my heated flesh.
“Has anyone claimed your ass?”
My body naturally tenses at his question, and I remind myself to relax. “No, that has never happened.”
“I want it, but I need your trust to take it.”
Letting out a deep exhale, I relent, “I trust you.” I choke on the last word. Tank’s fingers begin to run through my pussy, and they softly stroke, making me forget his last request for a moment.
“Good, we start tonight. Roll over and lie on your back, knees to your chest. I want to see my diamond.”
Rolling onto my back, I give him my body. He hums in approval at the sight of the bar with two diamonds on either end that’s pierced through my clit.
He holds up a plastic bag and begins to empty the contents next to me with lube and butt plugs of different sizes. My eyes enlarge at the biggest one. “My dick is bigger, but I will get you there slowly.” Tank’s face holds dark promises
He kneels before me this time, and the irony isn’t lost on me. We are a slave to each other. In the end, he will always kneel for me and worship my body with love. His lips leave love bites down the inside of my thighs, priming my lust for him. Reaching my cunt, he puts his hands on each side, opening me up more and taking a long, slow lick, then places a kiss on his diamond.
Thick fingers glide in and out of my pussy while I squirm underneath him. His mouth makes love to my body, sucking and licking at my clit. My body is craving so much more of him and what I know he can give me. My temperature rises, and I pull my legs back more, opening wider, inviting him to take it further.
Tank’s finger glides down and he spreads my lust around my asshole, massaging the area gently. A moan escapes me, “More, Tank, give me you.”
Something cold presses against my ass as he pushes and turns what must be a plug, at a slow pace, while he continues his attention to my clit.
After a few pushes of back and forth, the first plug is easily seated. He moves to the next one and I’m so close.
“Fuck me, Tank, make me come for you,” I plead because I am right there, and it won’t take much.
He fucks my ass vigorously with the plug and I come for him hard like I never have before.
“Holy shit.”
I thought he would be done, but he doesn’t let up and keeps licking at my clit and sucks on my pussy lips. Quickly, I build up again, and it feels like something is missing. “I need more Tank.”
He chuckles, and I feel the cold end of a plug before he starts the same process again, except, this time, it is larger and takes more time to work it in. He slows his administrations on my clit, and I huff at him, wanting to come again. My eyes pop open when this plug makes it way inside and at how much different it feels, the pressure that much greater. It instantly lights a fire inside that I have never felt.
“Oh fuck,” I moan for him. He pumps the lubed plug in and out, fucking my ass, and my stomach begins to clench. “Oh shit, don’t stop,” I beg, and he doesn’t. I come harder than before.
As I come down from the second orgasm, he covers his cock with a condom and adds more lube. “You’re ready for my dick. Roll back over onto your hands and knees.”
My legs feel weak, but I present my ass to him and bend over on the bed. Beads of lube fall and coat my ass as his dick runs around the area.
“It’s all about fucking my K-Love.”
Leaning over me, he tugs at my nipples and then holds his dick at my entrance. “You ready?”
“Yes, Tank, claim my ass as yours.”
He lets out a throaty growl as he slowly glides into my ass. At first, it feels awkward until he slowly pumps back and forth. His hands grip my hips, and he gives me soft and slow until I adjust, and what was awkward before turns into a lust only he could create. My body pushes back, and he picks up the pace. My skin breaks out in a sweat and the craving intensifies with each pump.
“Fuck, Kat, this ass is fucking tight. You come, and I won’t last. So fucking perfect.” His hold tightens and his thrusts become hard and fast.
“Oh shit, Tank, fuck me hard,” I demand, and my body gears up for the best orgasm. My pussy clenches and I feel a release of fluid leaving my body from
the contractions.
Tank pulls out, ripping the condom off and jacking off until cum paints me. “Fuck,” he roars out before diving into my pussy.
He is on a mission and doesn’t stop until after my fourth orgasm, and after he comes a second time. The man is a machine and his endurance is nothing I have ever seen. He wraps me up into his body, completely satisfied.
Team building fucking rocks.
Chapter 18
Tank
Spider’s evil gleam radiates from across the room. Those bugs we planted last night worked, and worked really well. Matias, the Cartel Boss of Mexico, has a drop planned of ten kilos of coke and other drugs coming in. At the drop, he will have ten million waiting on a hard drive encrypted with electronic bank numbers for payment.
Since the digital world exploded, cash is no longer usually handed off in bags like in the good ol’ days where you had to pay a cleaner to launder the money. Now, the techies of the world push it around in accounts that are harder for the Feds to detect if done right. If your tech guy is a dumbass, you’ll land your ass in the Federal Pen.
The other difficult part with the electronic world is if you’ve never met. Who really is on the other end of that bank transfer? Could be a Fed, or it could be us. If today goes right, we’ll have ten million worth in street product and the hard drive with ten million loaded on it for payment. Twenty million dollars in a day’s work. With great power come great consequences.
Next door to mine and Kat’s room, Spider set up command central where he sits with his glasses on and he and Kat type codes in. Their fingers fly across the keyboards, making or breaking codes. I don’t fucking know, but my girl is fucking genius level smart. I’m her muscle and fucking proud to be her hero.
She changes a screen and looks over at the rest of us. “Contact said that Matias left to meet the Cubans on the Coast. Matias hasn’t checked in at home in Mexico City in weeks. I think he is still here in the States. This may be easier than I thought.”
“Why is that?”
“If we go to Mexico to kill him, he has more allies to help him. Here, he has less, and don’t get me started on the crossing the border.” She goes back to typing and ignoring us.
We load guns, knives and smoke bombs, anything you can think of, we got it with us. Stryker and Blade review the property on the Coast and how we are going to confiscate and kill everyone. If they see our faces or any markings, we expose the club for being dirty. An unsanctioned attack and stealing a payload. We could lose everything today. No one would want to deal with us, and it would essentially put a target on all of us. Reapers would crawl up from the depths of the belly of the underworld to take us to hell.
“Bring me the cash and product. Do not stay on the main roads. Fuego and Cuervo called in a favor, and their cousin who is a rancher is going to let us set up shop for the next phase.”
Solo asks what we all are thinking. “What is the next phase?”
Stryker smirks, “We rip off a few more deals, making him look unreliable. He loses credibility and we plant the stolen drugs on his property and tip off the other Cartel Bosses. Then we transfer the money we stole into an account under his name, making him look like he stole it all. They’ll want him dead and hopefully kill him for us. If we do kill him, they won’t come looking for us because there will be too many Cartel Bosses looking for payback.”
We load up our supplies and place trackers in all of our clothes in case any of us goes missing. Kat stands from her chair and pulls me to her, planting a fat kiss on me. “Go be bad today, baby.”
My hands squeeze her ass cheeks hard, nipping at her neck and whispering into her ear, “See you soon, Kit Kat, behave.” With a slap to her juicy ass for good luck, I’m pumped and determined to make shit happen.
The ride down to the Coast is muggy from the rain and miserable even at night. Our sweat permeates the back of the van that has no windows to ventilate the space. Once we arrive, we surround the abandoned docks and set up our positions for our drug heist. Jesus, I thought some of the shit we did before was crazy, but this kind of business is a whole other level.
Two black SUV’s pull up with Matias’ men ready to take the shipment. We watch the men get out and they open the back, ready to load when the boat docks.
Tricky business, we don’t know the number of men on the boat and we essentially have to overtake them all at the same time. Instead, we are going to wait for the shipment to be loaded and tested, then take the money and the drugs on one side.
The men shake hands and the drugs start getting loaded while one of them checks the quality of the shipment. Matias’ man signals the driver over. He gets out, carrying a briefcase, and is about to hand it over to the Cuban Cartel. Saint, the ex-military sniper, takes aim and shoots the Cuban in the arm.
After the first shot, chaos unleashes, men scramble for cover and bullets fly. Saint aims to hurt and not kill. The same for us, we need a few to survive. We target the rounds up the middle, pushing both groups back. They help us by killing each other off and the men scatter. Eventually, they jump into the SUV’s and the Cubans back into the boat and leave with a handful of men.
Two of our men stay behind, while me, Blade, Stryker and Titan take off after the car with the drugs. We fly up the back-dirt road to catch up to the drug caravan. I pull the mask down over my face as we get closer, and, when we are right behind them, we gun it to separate the two vehicles and swerve, hitting the first SUV we pass. It dives headfirst down a steep ravine and gets stuck. We continue the chase after the other one and pull out the machine guns, firing at the back until the tires deflate, causing the car to swerve and slow down.
We speed ahead in the other lane and, from the passenger seat, I shoot the driver in the head. The SUV rolls to the right and flips itself upside down.
One dirty deed done and several more to go before the end, and, hopefully, a new beginning.
Chapter 19
Kat
“Cervantes,” my ice-cold voice greets one of Matias’ men on the phone. “It is time you paid your debt back to me. I have the missing drugs from the drop with the shipment from the Cubans.”
Stryker, Blade and the rest of the men listen in while I blackmail the man to do our dirty deeds.
“I was hoping you were dead, puta. Seems the jefe is weaker than I thought if you are still crawling around on this earth like a pinche perra.”
I laugh into the phone. “Cálmate, cabrón, keep tu boca shut, or tu jefe will see all your skeletons you have hidden. Entiendes?” He doesn’t say another word because he has been skimming cash and drugs from Matias for years. He needed money for his gambling debts. The only useful information my father gave me that has ever helped me, that is before we killed him. I kept digging more dirt on him and kept all the information needed to seal his fate, the horrific death of a traitor.
They call the Cartel men the Cursed Kings, like pirates of the mainland. The money is their treasure, there is never enough, and power becomes their obsession. Their lives are empty, dark and decrepit ships in the night, searching to conquest and conquer. Looking for their lost souls in the money they take.
“Qué quieres, what do you want?” A lesser woman might hang up at hearing his barbaric tone. Not me. He’s scared, as he should be. He’s on the losing side and knows it.
“You will meet my men and accept the load. Stash the drugs away in Matias’ warehouse and keep it between us. Or I email Matias your bad habits.”
“You better know what you’re doing, cabrona.”
“I know exactly what I am doing. So sweet, your concern.” I give him the details of the meet in Mexico and hang up the burner phone.
It is risky and deadly. But we came up with a contingency plan, and, if he betrays us, we will send the details I have, plus implicate him in stealing the drugs and building his own small empire behind his boss’ back.
After I’m done, Styker calls in his own favor from a local kingpin who distributes for the Cartel. Stry
ker saved his life years back and the man owes him a debt. They reach a deal where Stryker offers him more territory to sell in if he runs the drugs into Mexico.
That’s how the Prez got his road name, he strikes when least expected and always at the best time. Then, you fall at his feet to do his bidding. A few brothers are sent to guard the man’s family. But he knows not to fool himself. If he crosses Stryker, he will come home to find his dead wife and children.
As assurances are made, a bomb is placed in their clubhouse bathrooms, kitchen, garages and bar. It may say household cleaner on the containers, but those bombs will clean up the rest of them if he makes a mess of the deal.
There is no loyalty when it comes to thieves. It is not an if but a matter of when you will be double crossed. You just need to make sure they are prepared to know the retribution coming their way if they decide to do so. Make it hurt and take it all in the ashes of what is left when it is all done.
War.
Battle Born.
We don’t communicate with names but through keywords until the shipment is delivered and the kingpin of Texas is back, and he’s paid in part with drugs and Matias’ money. Ironically, we are taking Matias down with his own cash and blow. Another funny thing, the money paid could point to him as the thief if we want it to. It’s a dirty game to play, and, to win, sacrifices must be made.
We move on to the next shipment, and the next, but we keep vigilant for the snake in the grass. I know he’s on to us because, even though we may be miles apart, Matias finds ways to send me messages. He’s very clever and I’m waiting for his move because it is coming. We all know he will gun for us soon.
I keep the details of the encrypted messages to myself because, how do I explain the song we danced to at our wedding on repeat through the streets of Texas to these men? He wants me distracted, careless so that I give him clues and play into his tricks. I won’t buy it. I know what he ultimately wants.
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