Their Cartel Princess: The Complete Series: A Dark Reverse Harem Box Set

by Logan Fox

  “Uh…who do I sign as?”

  Nick gave her a blank stare, and then waved a hand as he let out a small, tight laugh. “Cora Swan, of course. Everything is under her social security number.”

  The lawyer busied himself in his briefcase while Cora stared over the table at him.

  “What did you say?” she asked, having to clear her voice halfway through.

  “What’s that?” Nick asked, blinking owlishly at her over the top of his spectacles. “Oh, everything’s under Cora Swan.”

  She waggled the pen in his direction. “No, not that. The bit about the social security number.”

  “What? Yes, well, we couldn’t put it under Eleo—”

  “I’m legal?” She slapped the pen down. “I’m actually a legal citizen?”

  Nick’s mouth worked. “Well…on paper, yes.”

  “So… I could hop on a plane and go—”

  Nick cut her off with a dry cough. “Uh…Ms. Rivera, I would have to advise that you don’t—”

  “But I could, if I wanted to?” Cora tapped a fingernail against the sheet with that fucking ridiculously large number on it. “I could take this, and go somewhere where no one knows me?”

  Finn made a soft sound in the back of his throat. When she turned to him, he sat back in his chair and folded his muscular arms over his chest.

  “What?”

  He shook his head, closing his eyes a little as if to preclude himself from the conversation.

  “I mean, it’s possible, right?” Cora spun to look at Lars, but he ate autonomously from his plate again, a thousand yard stare in his eyes.

  “It is possible, of course,” Nick said, sounding reluctant to have to be the one to speak. “But dangerous. The paperwork is there, but anyone looking hard enough, long enough…they will most certainly find a crack.”

  “I thought people changed identities all the time. People like me,” Cora said, dashing her fingers toward herself.

  “You can change your identity, Ms. Rivera, but are you willing to undergo plastic surgery to alter your appearance?”

  More quiet. As if realizing he was eating too loudly, Lars swallowed his mouthful of food and pushed his plate away with a sigh.

  “He’s right,” Finn said, sitting forward and resting his arms on the table. “If you’re in the system, all it will take is one camera at one airport.”

  Cora slumped back in her chair. She tapped her pen against the heap of papers. “This is going to take a while.”

  “I am happy to return, if that will be—”

  Cora waved a hand at him. “You can stay here if you want. There’s enough room.” She rubbed her hands over her eyes.

  “That’s very kind of you, Ms. Rivera.”

  When she took her hands away, Nick was still sitting there, looking expectant.

  “There’s more?” she asked, her elbows thumping on the table. Her head was still spinning — what the hell else was this guy going to lay on her?

  “If you don’t mind, I’d like to run through the current list of the cartel’s assets.” Nick glanced around the library. “I had requested for Mr. Martin’s council to be present, but unfortunately he never came back to me.”

  “Assets?” Cora said, the same time Bailey blurted out, “Mr. Martin?”

  “Neo,” Finn murmured from across the table.

  “Oh,” Bailey said, with a slow nod. And then he looked embarrassed at having said anything at all.

  “Now, the most important asset is this land and its buildings.”

  “This belongs to the cartel?” Cora asked, twisting her hand to indicate the library.

  “Your father and Mr. Javier Martin were a partnership. All assets are equally split.”

  “Even Swan Manor?” Cora asked. It was silly of course — she could have bought a billion Swan Manors with the chunk of change this Nick guy claimed she owned.

  Okay, maybe a million. She wasn’t a freaking rocket scientist.

  “All except Swan Manor. That, Antonio purchased outright under his own name.”

  “Then why didn’t Javier buy the villa himself?” Finn asked.

  “Well…” Nick took his glasses off, polishing them again. “You see, Mr. Martin Senior—” this with a glance toward Bailey “—wasn’t liquid at the time this villa was purchased.”

  “English,” Lars muttered. “If you’d be so kind.”

  “English…” Nick mused as he put his glasses back on. “Javier was too broke to afford this place. But he wanted it anyway, so he bought it with cartel money.”

  Lars let out a low whistle through his teeth.

  “Quite,” Nick agreed. “Javier tended to be a bit…ardent sometimes.”

  “So I own half the villa, Neo owns the other?”

  “Correct, Ms. Rivera.” Nick found another sheet of paper and handed it to Lars to hand to her. “Here is a list of the cartel properties and assets, ranked in descending order of current market value.”

  It was a long list. There were several properties, boats, and cars on it. And that was just the first page. The second listed artworks and collectibles and things she didn’t even know how to define.

  “What’s a Bitcoin?” she asked after turning back to the first page.

  Lars barked out a laugh, and then widened his eyes at her when she frowned at him. “Oh fuck, you’re serious?”

  And then he carried on laughing, and it took Finn snapping at him before he stopped.

  8

  All Apologies

  Neo stared at the number on the cellphone’s screen, glanced up at the blank flat screen television opposite him, and made the call.

  His palms sweated despite how he kept rubbing them over his t-shirt. It rang a few times before going to voicemail. He took the phone away from his ear and was about to end the call when Sylvia caught his wrist. She’d been sitting behind him on the bed, but now she pressed her body flush against him and brought her lips to his ear.

  “Leave a message,” she murmured.

  He lifted the phone again. “Hi…uh…this is Neo. Neo Martin. Javier’s son.” He twisted his head to look at Sylvia, widening his eyes at her, and she gave him a satisfied smile. “I need you to call me back. You have my number.”

  He ended the call, and shrugged at her. “You think he’ll call?”

  “I told you, Javier spoke to him all the time.” Sylvia crooned, nuzzling the side of his neck. “I’m sure he can help you with your…problem.”

  Neo felt like cringing at the word, even if it was the most accurate depiction of the bitch who’d overnight become his wife and co-leader of the cartel.

  She was a problem. And problems had to be dealt with.

  He stared down at the cellphone screen, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to ring or not, especially since he had no idea who would be on the other end of the line. Was the guy a paid assassin — someone who had no ties with the cartels so it would look like a cold hit? Or was this one of those guys who knew everyone a capo could ever need…and then just made the arrangements like a criminal concierge service.

  “Neo?”

  He flinched, and turned. Sylvia lay spread behind him, the two halves of her robe falling away from her bare breasts. She beckoned him. “Fuck me,” she said.

  “Not now.” Neo shrugged as he turned back. “Let’s see if he calls.”

  “It’ll make the wait seem shorter,” she said. The bed moved under her as she came up to him, slipping her arms around his waist to stroke his dick through his shorts.

  He arched his back, putting her out of reach of his dick. “Christ, woman!”

  She fell away from him with a soft laugh, and sprawled on the bed behind him. “Fine…then you can watch.”

  He spun to her, intent on yelling at her—and god, he’d yelled at her more times than he could count today—but she spread her legs as he watched, and her hand slid behind the film of her underwear.

  Her fingers humped up that dark fabric as she circled her clit.


  His dick strained against his shorts a second later.

  “The longer you take, the quicker it’s going to be,” Sylvia said.

  A flare of anger burst through him. “You conniving bitch,” he muttered, clawing his way over to her. He grabbed her underwear, ripping it halfway down her legs. She let out a husky laugh, and spread her legs again as she worked a pair of fingers in and out of her pussy.

  “Did I make you angry, Neo?” she asked coyly, her shoulders squirming into the sheets under her.

  “You know you did.” He yanked his dick free and shoved it into her. She gasped, her back arching, and fisted the sheets beside her hips as he pounded into her again.

  “Harder,” she commanded, lifting her hips from the bed.

  He didn’t want to see her face, or hear her voice. Every time he did, it made him think of Javier. It reminded him that the prick had fucked her countless times before he had.

  If she hadn’t proved such a surprising resource, he would have thrown her out of the villa, just to be rid of that constant reminder.

  But she fucked like a succubus, and who knew what else was buried in that pretty head? What conversations she’d overheard, or what Javier had confessed to her as he’d fucked her, high and delirious on his own success?

  Neo pulled out, grabbed her hips, and flipped her over.

  She didn’t like this position, but she knew he didn’t care. She gasped when he thrust into her from behind, twisting and moaning in part pleasure, part pain.

  When he was coming inside her, his phone rang.

  He emptied himself before he fumbled the phone closer, and he kept his softening dick inside her when he answered.

  “Yes?” His voice was breathless, but harsh.

  “I am returning your call,” came a quiet reply. The man had a strong American accent, and he knew for a fact he’d never heard it before.

  Neo pulled out of Sylvia, squeezing her ass as she fell onto her side, and then moved to the edge of the bed so he sit up and put his cock away.

  “My sincerest condolences for your loss,” the man said, before Neo could speak again. Which was better, because he was still trying to get his breath back. “Your father was a great man. He will be sorely missed.”

  The words sounded empty but, they didn’t sound rehearsed.

  He couldn’t quite get the hang of this stranger, but who the hell else did he have on his side?

  “You and my father were close?” he asked.

  “We were business partners,” the man said. “I assume that is why you called.”

  Neo didn’t know what to say. He spun back to Sylvia, and she gave him an open-mouthed smile. She was finishing herself off; the fingers of one hand inside while she strummed her clit with the other.

  He wanted to look away, but the growing pleasure on her face was hypnotic. “I don’t understand,” he said.

  There was a moment’s silence before the man spoke again. “My apologies,” he said in a slow drawl. “I assumed you were calling to confirm arrival of the first shipment.”

  9

  Forgive Me

  “I can’t do this anymore,” Cora said, pushing away the stack of papers.

  “What, read or sign?” Lars asked, pushing the pages back to her.

  Finn allowed himself a small smile. Lars had been egging her on for close to an hour now.

  “I have a headache,” she whined, pushing it away again.

  “Those assets aren’t going to unfreeze themselves, young lady.” Lars pushed the pages back.

  “I don’t think they’re frozen—” Finn began, but Lars cut him off with an irritated wave.

  “Look, La Sombra,” Lars said. “I get it. You’re overwhelmed, and simply feel incapable of fulfilling your filthy rich duties.”

  She’d collapsed onto her arms, but tipped her head up to scowl at him. “Do you have a problem or something?”

  “Who, me?” Lars touched his chest. “Never. No. I love rich people. Think of me as your personal gold digger.” Lars shoved the pen between her fingers.

  “Lars,” Finn said quietly.

  Lars rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Fine.” He threw his hands up as he left the library, but at least the door didn’t slam behind him.

  There was too much of that going around these days.

  “Take a break,” Finn said, trailing his fingers along her arm.

  “At least someone’s on my side,” Cora mumbled as she got up. Bailey came around the table, collecting up the papers as Finn guided her to the door.

  “Seriously, though, what’s his problem?” Cora asked.

  When she looked in his direction, Finn shook his head. “He has issues with rich people.”

  “Why?”

  “He had wealthy parents.”

  “I don’t see how—”

  “They neglected him. He developed a drinking problem. Then they kept throwing money at it, hoping it would go away.”

  “And it didn’t?” Cora asked, staring up at him with big eyes.

  “No, it did. He was just doing it to get to them. Problem is, they were too rich to pay attention.”

  “Wow,” she murmured, leading the way out of the library. Finn followed her, scanning the gardens as they made their way toward the stairs heading to the villa’s second floor. Opposite them, one of the staff was busy trimming an unruly rose bush, but that was the only movement around.

  So, Javier had been broke. Was he still? Finn had a few questions he’d like to ask that lawyer, if the guy would speak to him. Cora’d made it pretty damn clear the three of them could be trusted, but lawyers had a way of twisting things.

  Fuck it, he was sounding like Lars.

  Cora led them into her bedroom, but instead of going to slump on the bed like he’d expected, she went into the en-suite and began running a bath.

  He came up behind her, rubbing his hands over the top of her arms. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she murmured. She turned to him, giving him a warm—if faded—smile, and laid her hands on his chest. “Do me a favor, would you?”

  “Anything,” he said, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles.

  “Take Bailey. Go have a drink or something.”

  He frowned at her, taking a step back so he could study her. “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing,” she said, but in a voice that weighed a thousand pounds. “Just…ask him to tell you what he told me.”

  “Cora—?”

  She stripped. “I’m okay, Finn. Just…let me have a soak. I’ve got a lot to think about.”

  He caught himself giving her bare back a nod, as if he’d just accepted an order from a queen.

  But we have, haven’t we?

  He pushed away the voice, and forced himself to head out the bathroom.

  “Oh, and Finn? Can I have my underwear back?”

  “Nope,” he said, pushing the door closed behind him.

  He heard her frustrated growl, but it didn’t make him smile as wide as it should have. Bailey was stacking the half-signed papers on Cora’s table, not even looking as if he’d been reading them.

  Because he was a good guy, or just fucking good at pretending?

  “Let’s give her a bit,” he said, grabbing Bailey’s shoulder in a hand.

  “You sure? Shouldn’t we be—?”

  “I’ll send Lars up to keep guard.” He clapped his hand on Bailey’s back and then strode ahead.

  The sun hung low and sullen in the sky when they arrived on the roof. Finn made himself a cup of coffee at the bar while Bailey cracked open a can of beer. They stared at each for a few seconds before Bailey pointed out his radio. “You gonna call Lars?”

  Finn shrugged. “You do it.” Then he turned and walked out onto the roof.

  It wasn’t that he was letting his guard down—anything but. If Bailey was coming on board, then he’d have to step up.

  Finn heard Bailey talking over the radio, and smiled faintly as he sipped his coffee. Bailey still didn’t know h
ow call signs worked, and Lars was a fucking stickler for them. He took almost five minutes to get Lars to head up to Cora’s room, and when he came outside his face was blotchy with the effort.

  “Sorted?” Finn asked, trying to hide his smile behind his cup as he leaned forward and rested his arms on the banister circling the roof.

  “Yeah, sure,” Bailey replied briskly, before downing half his beer. “Said he’ll be up as soon as he’s done with the lion.”

  “Whoa, easy there,” Finn said, straightening.

  Bailey frowned at him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You got something to say?”

  “No,” Finn said, ignoring the man’s prompt. It had been a strange day for everyone—this wasn’t the time to piss over each other territory.

  Not that Bailey had any.

  “I got something to ask,” Finn said.

  “So ask.” Bailey turned to the view and took another long swallow of his beer.

  “What were you talking to Cora about today?”

  Bailey shifted his weight, but didn’t turn to Finn. “That’s her business.”

  “Which makes it ours.”

  “Ours?” Bailey cocked an eyebrow at him.

  “You still don’t get it, do you?” Finn turned his hand in a circle. “We’re all in this together. You know something, we all have to know it.”

  “I fuck her, you all have to fuck her?” Bailey murmured, but just loud enough for him to hear.

  “Now you’re getting it,” Finn said, taking a step closer. “And I wasn’t going to bring it up, but what you did back there, that’s something you won’t ever do again.”

  Bailey gave him an uneasy glance before taking another swallow of beer. “Look, man, this is all kinda—” Bailey waggled a hand “—this is all kinda fucked up, okay? Give me a break.”

  “If you don’t like it, then leave.”

  Bailey opened his mouth, but then looked as if he changed what he’d been going to say. “Sofia wasn’t Cora’s sister. She was Javier’s daughter.”

  Finn turned his head a little, studying Bailey over the rim of his cup as the man drained the last of his beer. Then he crumpled the can in a hand, turned to Finn, and said, “He’s also the one that set up the Rivera family’s kidnapping.”