by Raine Miller
Even in sex he was possessive. He preferred the missionary position, and he wrapped his hands around my head to stare in my eyes as he hammered on me. From his perspective I was his personal property, and that’s how he made me feel.
Although I had been present during Faustino’s machete-inspired investigations, playing lie detector, that’s not exactly where he acquired his reputation and nickname. When he moved into Spanish Harlem twelve years ago as a cartel enforcer, a-low-on-the-totem-pole thug, he began wiping out competing coke dealers with a machete. It took him a few months to pull it off. There were retaliatory shootouts, but when the dust settled, Faustino sat at the top of the distribution chain. Cartel members back in Colombia were impressed with his control of the market. Of course, Faustino had to kill his own local boss as part of the deal. That’s the way of these things.
I’d been thrown into these cut-throat cocaine politics since the age of fourteen. Sad to say, I thought their psychotic behavior was normal. It’s hard not to when you’re surrounded by it. Moving to New York had been a real eye opener. Suddenly I realized there’s an entire world that exists outside the influence of the cartels. I learned most Americans know nothing of the primitive dog-eat-dog environment I lived in beyond what they saw on CNN.
Faustino trained me well. I harbored a very healthy amount of fear and respect for him. He hadn’t ever hurt me, but I knew his capabilities. I’d hoped to never see him again, especially since, presumably, I was on his shit-list for disappearing three months ago.
And here I sat, ten feet away from El Tiburon and Enrique where they dined on Italian pasta. Well, Faustino dined. Enrique only dines on hot fresh liquid blood. They met at nine in the evening, in a restaurant filled with families. Lia and I ate at a table across from them. I faced away. All they could see was the back of my head. I had on a pair of two hundred dollar rose-colored Prada sunglasses, and an eleven hundred dollar khaki suit from Hugo boss. I looked absolutely nothing like the Esperanza Salvación that Faustino had once known.
Knowing this didn’t help to alleviate the fear settled in my gut at being so close to a man who might kill me or cut pieces off my body if he recognized me. I had an eerie sense the last three months spent with Enrique were but a brief interlude, a passing dream that was now over. Like I’d been on loan to Enrique all this time, but now I must return to Faustino, my rightful owner. It really creeped me out. I felt ready to bolt at any minute, to run flat out as fast I could, to escape back to my beautiful bedroom at the penthouse.
We weren’t close enough to overhear the conversation, but Lia could. She had ears like a damn cat. I listened in through Lia’s ears, and at the same time I read Faustino’s thoughts to catch the unspoken.
Enrique got down to business immediately. “I understand you have need of my shipping services?”
“Si compadre. We need product transported from Panama into New York harbor. I know you can handle the job, my main concern is the cost.”
“Why all of a sudden? You never needed me to ship any farther than Florida in the past.”
That shocked the hell out of me. I had no idea Enrique smuggled cocaine. But it made sense. He knew Faustino, knew his nickname. They’d done something together before. I just never thought of Enrique in that light. He seemed too high class to be involved in this kind of business.
“I have problems. The mules, they don’t like to fly anymore. They’re superstitious about the new homeland security scanners. I tell them it’s only for clothing, pockets. The scanner is not an X-ray, it can’t see inside the body. They don’t listen. They are afraid. You know how it is. The ignorant ones always live in fear.”
Faustino himself couldn’t be certain if the new scanners saw into a person’s body. He tried to bully the mules into a test. Some of the cartel bosses back home were suspicious. The new scanners make people appear naked, all clothing digitally stripped away to reveal the nude body underneath. A subject of great debate among the cartels.
Faustino was hurting financially. The cocaine market had been steadily eroded away by heroin, methamphetamines, and all the narcotic prescription pills. Cocaine’s popularity had dropped fast. Faustino started trading cocaine for heroin in attempt to break into the market with the addict’s drug of choice. He tried to adapt, but business wasn’t what it used to be.
I felt relieved to hear the mules had been shut down. I knew firsthand of the nerve-wracking experience. I had swallowed the latex balloons of cocaine, made it through customs unscathed, only to face the ordeal of shitting them out in a cheap hotel bathroom, Traquetos standing around impatient to collect. That’s a mule’s job, and it’s risky enough without the added threat of the scanners.
A few months after I made my one and only delivery to LaGuardia International, I rented a movie called, “Maria Full of Grace”, about a girl who worked as a mule for the cartel. It was a low budget production, but it could have been a movie about my life. One of the girls died. I hadn’t witnessed that personally, but everyone knew the rumors of what happened when a latex ball bursts in your stomach. If you can’t get them out fast enough, you’re dead. I tried it once, got lucky, and decided to take my chances with Faustino rather than go back to Rubin.
Enrique nodded in acknowledgement of Faustino’s problems, and came straight to the point. “When, where, how much, and most importantly, how much can you pay me?”
Faustino snickered and scooped the last of his pasta down with a swig of beer. “That’s what I like about you. Always direct and professional. I know what to expect when we do business.”
Enrique smiled, “Simone.” Exactly
“I’m thinking three hundred kilos. We load up at Panama. Take a day or two to receive the product, then however long it takes for your ship to make it home.”
Enrique nodded. “A week or less, from the time we leave port in Panama. And your price?”
“Hundred thousand.”
“For three hundred kilos all the way from Panama? I’ll have to scramble to find some legal shipping contracts to create a legitimate reason for the trip. That’s not even a thousand a kilo.”
“Two hundred thousand.”
“Make it two hundred fifty thousand. I’ll pay the fifty as a bonus to the crew for timely delivery, and to keep their mouths shut.”
“Done.” Faustino must have been smiling. He expected to pay three hundred thousand or more. He’d gotten off cheap.
“I need a hundred thousand up front, and you’re responsible for bribing customs officials at both Panama and New York.”
“Of course.” Faustino already had the customs officials who would handle both ends lined up.
“When do we leave?”
“About a week. I’ll call you in a couple days to set a date to arrange for the first payment.”
“That will be payable to Reguera Internacional S.A., we have an account in Panama.”
“Yes, I recall that’s how I paid the last time.”
They shook hands and departed the restaurant. How crazy is that? What are the odds that my vampire master is an occasional business partner with my former cartel boss? I could probably catch better odds on winning the New York State lottery.
Beyond my initial anxiety and surprise at the revelation of Enrique’s history with the cartel, the meeting had been uneventful, boring. We talked back at home an hour later.
“Oh god I was so scared. I thought for sure he’d see me.”
Enrique hugged me close. “See, I told you there was nothing to worry about. If he didn’t recognize you, no one will. Like the butterfly emerging from its chrysalis into a new life, you’ve been transformed, querida. So, what’s to report?”
“Nothing really. Well, Faustino will probably try to kill you if the product isn’t delivered.”
He nodded. “No great surprise. That’s the risk in this kind of business.” He spoke so nonchalantly. Murderous threats from cartel bosses? No importa.
“Faustino is always like that. He’s ready to enforce
his business with any level of violence necessary. I’ve seen it before.” I tried to warn him.
Enrique seemed well aware of the unspoken threat and not overly concerned about it. Besides, I don’t think it would be very easy to kill Enrique. Faustino better pack a lunch for that one.
Then it clicked, the one detail I hadn’t thought of in the restaurant. Enrique had to meet Faustino in Panama in a week. It had never occurred to me Enrique would ever leave me behind on a business trip. But how could he take me? How to avoid being recognized? There would be numerous Traquetos there who knew me intimately – way too intimately.
“You’re going to leave me here … oh god, you are …”
“I don’t see how I can take you along.”
I’m ashamed to say I begged Enrique not to leave me, though I knew he’d have to do it to go forward with the plan. Logic had nothing to do with the horrible sense of foreboding I felt at the thought of him leaving.
“Can’t you send Lia or someone else? There’s a dozen Emilio’s running around hooking-a-crook for a dollar. Can’t you send one of them as a representative?”
“Querida, there’s no one I trust for this apart from Lia. You know Faustino. He’d never deal with a woman. I must be there in person. You know this.”
“I can’t let you go without me! I’ll stay in the hotel the entire time! You can keep me hidden!”
“Hope … Hope, you can’t leave the country until your Visa is renewed. It should be ready within a couple weeks, but that’s not soon enough. And you know it’s too risky to take you with me into that nest of vipers. They all know you personally, don’t they?”
I nodded. He had me trapped, cornered. I had no argument that made sense, but I knew I’d be totally fucked if he left me behind.
“I won’t survive without you.” He made me cry again. I hate crying.
“Nonsense. Lia will be here at your side the entire time.”
“It’s not the same! I know it doesn’t make sense, but it’s all wrong. I can feel it! You can’t leave me … please don’t leave me … I love you … I need you!”
“Shush, shush. It’ll be fine. It’s only for a few days, two to three at most. I’ll be back here with you in no time.” He hugged me close, wiped the tears from my eyes. He made slow tender love to me that night, showing me how much he cared without saying the words. I know he doesn’t love me, but he cares, and for now that would have to suffice.
There was nothing I could do or say to change his mind. I tried. Every night I tried to talk about my feelings of dread and foreboding. At the point I thought he’d reconsider and cancel the trip altogether, Lia jumped in.
“I’ll take good care of our little Hope. Don’t worry – it’s no big deal. We’ll go catch a movie together. Have some fun – a girls’ night out.”
She turned the tide of my argument right at the moment he was about to cave in to my fears.
“Of course. See Hope … It’ll all be fine. Relax. Take it easy for a couple nights while I’m away.”
That was it. He would leave me. I knew. I just knew. Nothing would ever be the same again. Never discount a woman’s intuition.
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CHAPTER 17
Enrique flew to Panama on his private charter jet two days later. I didn’t bother to try convincing him any further, he made up his mind and that was that. He left me depressed. I didn’t feel up to going anywhere or doing anything. He promised to call when he touched down in Panama in the early morning.
The first night I felt so down I couldn’t bring myself to respond to any of Lia’s advances. I shot up one of Enrique’s venom doses earlier in the evening. By ten I needed a nip. I found Lia in her bedroom. Soon as I knocked on her door she pulled me in, pinned me against the wall and started making out aggressively. She slipped her hand down inside my sweatpants and started to finger me.
I couldn’t even get aroused. “I’m really not feeling this right now. Can you just bite me? Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow. We can go out or something. I’ll make it up to you.”
She hissed in frustration. Hot and bothered, she felt unsatisfied. “You’ll get what you want when I get what I want,” she snapped as she shoved me out into the hallway to shut the bedroom door in my face.
Now I was depressed and hard up for a bite. Luckily Enrique had left me three doses of his venom. I used the remaining two shots to get through the night. I was in such a horrible mood. I hadn’t even apologized to Lia.
I spent the night in my room watching TV with two bottles of wine, camped out on the sofa awaiting Enrique’s call. He finally called me at six-thirty in the morning. I had passed out on the couch with the telephone in my lap.
“I have a few minutes before sunrise. I wanted to let you know I made it and I’ll be home as soon as possible.”
“I miss you so much! Please come home!” Crying. Again.
“Be strong, querida. I’ll be home before you know it. Take care and goodbye.”
I cried myself to sleep on the couch, hating life, hating Enrique for leaving me behind, hating Lia for being who she is. Maybe if I’d have been more sensitive to Lia that first night things might’ve turned out differently. Probably not, she’s a royal cunt, but maybe.
The next night Lia began to show her true colors. They say when the cat’s away the mice will play, and Lia was one sick mouse. I headed straight for her early in the evening. I knew the exact moment she opened her eyes because I sat astride her hips, waiting for the sun to set. I was a mess. My hands shook, my stomach flopped in nausea, I hadn’t eaten anything yet.
I read her mind from the second she awoke and realized I was sitting on her, pinning her down. Her fear, suspicion, and instant rage exploded in my face.
“What’re you doing?” She growled, and shoved me right off. I went flying. Luckily I tumbled onto the throw rug instead of the hardwood part of the floor. I never really understood till that moment how vulnerable vampires are in the daytime, and how insecure they might be about it. I had hoped to surprise her with some wake up sex, I was completely nude.
I picked myself up off the floor cursing as I caught my breath. Before I could even stand she tackled me.
“I said what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?” She had landed on me with her damn claws sinking in, like a pouncing cat.
“Ow, get the hell off me!”
I shoved her scrawny little ass right off. She tumbled across the hardwood floor. Then in the blink of an eye she was back on top of me, pinning me down. She thought I intended to kill her while she slept. She wanted to kill me. Her sharp little claws slid around my throat trying to close down. She wanted to take a chunk out of me right there. And then I felt it, she couldn’t squeeze any harder. This other force overpowered her body, pulling her hand away from my throat. Enrique’s mandate had kicked in overriding her desires. Though she wanted to badly she couldn’t hurt me.
“Someday you’ll know what it feels like to be restrained, to be tied by the will of another. Someday you’ll know.” She growled and squealed. Her hands clenched. She shook her head, trying to fight a losing battle.
“I was waiting for you to wake up! You crazy bitch! I wanted to surprise you, to make up for last night!”
I could not think of words to bring her back to sanity. So I kissed her. I have never kissed anyone who wanted to kill me. It’s pretty weird. She let me, her mind filled with thoughts of murder, claws flexing with an ache to hurt me.
“I just wanted to please you, let me make love to you.”
“Oh, so you’re feeling it now?” She mocked my words from the previous night.
“I’m sorry about last night. I was depressed. I still am, but I’m willing.” I tried to look willing, but she had scared the shit out of me. I trembled with the knowledge of how wickedly violent she could be.
She calmed down, but continued to look at me with disdain. She suspected I might be lying. She actually thought I might do harm to her while she slept.
“Look I’ll make it up to you right now. We’ll do whatever you want.”
I flicked my tongue at her in offering, and slid my hands down around her thighs. She wore a T-shirt and nothing else. Her mind registered a flicker of desire, so I kept going. I worked my hand between her legs to caress her warm folds. Her excitement grew as she wetted to my touch.
“Anything I want? Anything at all?”
I hesitated for a moment, sensing the potential entrapment of her words. Her thoughts were centered on me, on sex. “Yes … anything you want.”
She shifted gears on me, stood up, and brushed me off callously. “Good, go to your room and wait till I’m ready. I’ll call for you in a couple hours. When I call I want you exactly as you are – naked. And bring lubrication.”
Her attitude made me nervous. Her mind had filled with visions of vibrators, dildos, and strap-ons. I foolishly agreed to her game. “Oh … Okay … so you’re just gonna bite me for now? Saving the good stuff for later?”
“No, I’m not going to bite you. I’ll call for you later when I’m ready.”
Fuck.
She stripped off her shirt and turned her back on me walking to the bathroom. The damn bitch was totally nude and so was I, yet she denied my offer. The precariousness of my position hit home. I needed that bite now – immediately. I couldn’t wait.
I chased her into the bathroom. She let me pin her to the bathroom wall, rubbing all up her inner thighs and breasts. I gave it my best shot to seduce her. I whispered in her ear, flicking my tongue.
“Please. I need one little bite. I’ll do whatever you want. Now, later, all night long if you want.”
I went down on my knees, basically begging her. I attacked her shaved pussy, licking and banging fast and hard. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. I suckled her like there was no tomorrow. She grabbed my hair and shoved my face into her sex, grinding on me while she humped my mouth.
I gave her what she wanted, down on my knees, worshipping at her altar. I gave it to her just the way she liked it, the three finger Stinger. I knew she wanted it all along, but I didn’t understand why she tried to deny it. I made her come three times in a span of twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of service on my knees, her hands fisted in my hair.
