Her groans from the back send a morbid sense of relief to me. As ironic as it is, her pained whimpers assure me of the thing that matters most…she is alive.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yell out as I beat my palms against the steering wheel. I knew something was going to go wrong. Once again, I have proof that I need to listen to my sixth sense. I’m never wrong—never.
I make it back to the castle in record time and Antonio has staff already outside, awaiting me with a gurney. They grab her from the back of the SUV and race away with her. When they wheel her back to the room set up for tragedies such as this, they inform me I’m going to have to wait outside. The place they have taken her is set up like an operating room, complete with a waiting room for loved ones. The reality hits me that this is Antonio’s lifestyle—just another day in his line of work. This castle is set up so that everything a person would need is provided and you’d never have to leave. Personally, I can’t wait to get out of here.
It’s evident, after this little run-in, our stay at the castle will be extended. As much as I hate the thought of being stuck here, I would spend the next week in even the most inelegant of accommodations just to be with the woman I love.
All I care about, or want, is for my woman to live and be okay. A smile spreads across my face as I think about how pissed she is going to be about that big ass scar she is going to have after she comes out of this.
God, I love that woman back there in that operating room. I have never had a woman come into my life and turn my soul inside out, shaking out my most sacred things for her to analyze. She has seen the deepest, darkest demons I have and, yet, she is convinced I can do no wrong.
I get up and begin pacing but when that doesn’t seem to help, I kick the lower half of the wall, resisting the urge to hit it with my fist. Fuck, I wish they would hurry up and tell me something. I’m going crazy waiting…
Chapter Thirteen
Antonio Wayne
I’m sitting at my desk, dreading the phone call I have to make to my brother. A woman was shot on my watch and now I have to answer to my crazy ass brother for it. This is exactly why I don’t like women involved in the intricate parts of business; I’m old school. Women and children are to be protected and nurtured. I know that sounds ironic because I’m a sexual sadist, but my wife is a willing partner. I really don’t want to tell Ricardo about this. If I’m old school, my brother is ancient. He is not going to be happy about this at all. In the end, my deciding factor to get it over with comes down to the fact that I would rather he hear it from me. Diego is very loyal to my brother and I need to beat him to the punch. If I don’t, I’m going to be in a world of shit with Ricardo. He is the only person who makes me tremble at the thought of his anger. I guess the psychological big brother status remains throughout a lifetime. His voice breaks over the line and cuts through my apprehension.
“What happened?!?!”
Fuck…this is not good.
“Hey bro, it wasn’t my call. If that crazy ass Miller wants his woman as his partner, that is none of my business.”
“Was she under an order from one of our crew when she was shot?”
“Nope, Miller sent her to get the women. I guess he thought she would be safer. That bitch, Rosalie, shot her when she came through the door. She was laid up in bed, waiting with a gun tucked under the pillow.”
“Where is Stormy now?”
“Still in surgery.”
“I want updates on how that woman is doing as they happen.”
“You got it, bro,” I answer, breathing an inward sigh of relief. The worst is over. He never answers me and all I get in response is him hanging up. Though he’s still pissed, the worst is over. I exhale the stress that is hanging over me and make my way down to the built-in hospital ward of the castle.
I had it built for times just like this. A gunshot wound is a telltale sign of illegal activity. It’s the reason hospitals are legally bound to report them. The last thing I need is Agent Turner getting wind of this. If he so much as finds out Miller is in town, it won’t take much for him to put two and two together.
The hard soles of my designer shoes notify Miller that I’m here and we both look over to see the doctor removing his mask. He’s making his way over to Miller with what I hope is good news.
I stand with Miller and listen to the best news I’ve heard in the last couple of days.
“She’s tough. That bullet ripped through arm, shattering some bone but she survived it. A few inches over, it would have hit her abdomen and that would have been bad. I went in and took out the bullet and some bone fragments. She will be fine other than scarring, which no woman is ever happy to hear. The only thing we’ll need to watch for is infection. She needs to stay here for two or three days before I’ll release her.”
We both stand to shake his hand and he makes his way down the hallway to his room. I already know he will be staying here while Stormy is under his care. I take a moment to inform Miller that he needs to stay out of the club with Agent Turner being in town. I want him hidden at the castle and nowhere near the club. He agrees and we make our way to Stormy’s room to visit and see how she is doing. I can’t put the relief I feel into words. It would have been absolutely unbearable to have her die on my watch.
Miller
I rush over to see the woman who holds my heart in her hands. I lean down, gently kissing her forehead with tears in my eyes. “Oh, baby girl, I’ve never been so happy to see anyone.” She gives me a faint, weak smile.
“Hey guys, I’ve got some things to tend to. I’m very glad to see you are okay, lovely. Anything you want, just push that button and tell my staff.” He winks at her and continues, “If you want more drugs, just push that IV button. It’s set up so you get what you need but you don’t get too much.” He turns towards me, “Don’t forget what I told you about staying out of sight with Turner being in town.” With that, he turns and makes his way from the room and I’m glad for the time alone with the love of my life.
“Girl, you scared the shit out of me. What happened?”
“I made my way into the room where the captives were and she was lying on a bed, watching TV. I took my eyes off of her, just for a second, and the bitch pulled a gun out from under her pillow and shot me.”
“That’s all it takes is a second, just a second to lose my world…”
Stormy
I look up into the eyes of the strongest man I know and he is crying. I guess I’m his kryptonite because I have never seen this superman cry for anyone or anything. To be honest, I’m flattered. He buries his head in my lap and I hold him, running my hands through his hair but saying nothing. Sometimes no words are needed, especially with a bond as strong as ours.
I know he feels guilty but this isn’t his fault. If I know him like I think I do, he thought sending me after Rosalie would be safer. No one expected her to be so hardcore and tainted from her abduction. Though she came in innocent, she went out no different than Eduardo.
“Fucking Turner is in in town.”
“Agent Turner is here in New York?”
“Yep, we have to get the hell out of here, girl. I need you to hurry up and get well.”
“I need you to stay out of Antonio Wayne’s club and away from his women.”
“Well, you’re in luck because the last thing I need is Turner seeing me here and putting two and two together about that hit last night.”
“Oh…so the only reason you aren’t out partying is because you don’t want Agent Turner to see you?”
“Nah, I’d rather be here with you.”
“Since we’re stuck inside anyway, how ‘bout a marathon movie day of shoot ‘em up, bang bang movies?”
“Sounds good to me, baby. Though I will probably be in and out as far as nodding off, I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you watching movies.”
I alternate scratching my fingers over the shorter, shaved sides of his head and working my way through the long, brown hair on
top. If I keep this up, we’ll both be asleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Antonio Wayne
As much as I love seeing Miller and Stormy, I’ll be glad when she is healed up and they get the hell out of my city. Last night’s episode has everyone on edge and that includes me. I’m not doing any fucking time in prison. The fact that Agent Turner is sniffing around is making me very nervous.
I walk around a corner and catch Roxanne talking to a couple of the girls. I ignore them, pushing Roxanne into the wall, and they scatter.
“I’m stressed out. Maybe I need my cock sucked.”
“It isn’t my fault you’re stressed out and I have no intentions of messing up my make-up to suck your cock, Tony.”
I take my finger and run it all over her lips, purposely smearing her lipstick. She is really going to be pissed off now.
“Damn it, Tony!”
“I grab a handful of her hair, pushing her down to her knees and glare at her, “Don’t ever tell me what you will or won’t do, girl. Oh, and one more thing…if you so much as graze my cock with your teeth, I’m going to string your ass up in the dungeon and do God only knows what to you.”
She makes some growling noise in defiance of me and just about swallows my cock. What the fuck do I care about her little act of rebellion when what she is doing to me feels so damn good? My hands lock onto to fistfuls of her hair as she takes all the stress and strain and drains it from my body. I love this redheaded, feisty, crazy ass wife of mine and I will do anything to keep her safe and keep me out of prison. I can’t imagine life without her.
“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I groan as my balls tighten up right before a warm spray hits the back of her throat. I take a minute to gather my wits before I speak.
“Go freshen up. I’m certain FBI guy will be here snooping around and it needs to look like business as usual. Oh, and Roxanne…”
“Yeah,” she says, turning and eyeing me with those bright green, emerald eyes of hers.
I kiss her forehead, “Thank you…I love you, girl, and I most certainly love the way you love me…”
She smiles and makes her way out of the darkened corner and into the dressing room.
Agent Turner
I kick some of the debris with the toe of my polished shoe which, after this, will definitely need a good shoeshine. I take my job very seriously and I’m spit shined from top to bottom every day. When you look at me, you immediately know I’m FBI by the standard dark suit I wear and my serious, no nonsense demeanor.
I look at my partner as an idea hits me. “Do you think Miller had anything to do with this?”
“No, I don’t. It isn’t his signature.”
“Well, he isn’t in Louisville.”
“Why do you do this?”
“Do what?”
“Ask me for my opinion when you’re going to do what you want to do anyway.”
“I value your opinion,” I tell her as she glares at me like she wants to kick my ass.
“That better not be all you value. While we’re on the subject, this bullshit of you running off to that strip club alone stops today. You know, come to think of it, I think you might be due an ass whipping. You’re getting a little cocky for my taste.” I never see the slap coming but I sure as hell feel the sting of it on my cheek.
“If I find out you have been getting lap dances from one of those whores in that club, you’ll feel pain like you’ve never felt before.”
She reaches down, grabs my cock, and pulls me around a building so we’re out of sight. She gently runs her hand over the area she just slapped and I flinch in preparation for another blow. There is something very sinister about her touch right now.
She leans in and nips at my ear as she seductively whispers, “Pull that big, meaty cock of yours out and stroke it for me.”
“Not at work, Rene. She pops my face just hard enough to let me know she means business. “That’s Mistress to you. What did I tell you?”
“You instructed me to call you Mistress when my cock is freed from my pants.”
“Such a good boy, now do what I asked you to do.”
I reluctantly pull my hard cock, now fully erect in response to her rough treatment of me, out of my pants. I pull a handkerchief from my pocket, not wanting to leave DNA.
“Stroke it! You’ll be sated and not in danger of being turned on by one of those bitches.”
“Oh fuck, Mistress, there is no one but you—only you.”
“Such a good boy, such a good little boy for his owner…”
Chapter Fifteen
Antonio Wayne
“See, that’s the fucking problem with you, Roxanne. You think you can run off and walk around the club on your own. What the fuck is it with you? Do you have to be seen?” I had her pressed into the wall at the back of a booth, demanding answers.
“What is it with you, Tony? You’re one of the most jealous people I’ve ever met.”
“Have you forgotten you tried to steal $100,000 from my brother? You owe me and I can assure you I’m keeping a very close eye on you and that tight little body of yours. Fuck with me, Roxanne, and I’ll literally collar and leash your ass.”
“I’m not a dog and I refuse to wear a collar and leash like one.”
“You’ll wear what I tell you to wear, just like your wearing that chip in your shoulder.”
“There’s FBI guy,” she states, trying to detour my attentions from her. Right now, that’s only thing that would.
I watch as the arrogant bastard slides into the booth opposite us with his partner.
“It’s so nice to see you again. I see you brought your lovely partner this time.” I know they’re fucking and it will piss her off to know he’s been here without her. By the look she gives him, I can tell it worked and I smirk at him.
He ignores me, looking around the club as if he is searching for someone. “Well, I see you made it through your little run-in with the Dominicans last night.”
“I have no idea what you’re referring to, Agent.”
“We both know what I’m talking about. Where’s Miller?”
“Who?”
“Okay, since you want to play dumb, you won’t mind accompanying me to that castle of yours and letting me have a look.”
“Not without a warrant, you won’t. You’re not stepping one foot onto my property without one, much less in my home.”
“Fine by me, I’ll have it by this afternoon.”
He rises to leave and I just can’t resist getting a jab in. “Your boss is a personal friend of mine. I wonder how he would feel about the two of you fucking? You know, with that whole fraternization policy the bureau has, it probably wouldn’t go over very well.” I chuckle as he makes his way out the door, knowing I hit a nerve.
Chapter Sixteen
Miller
A sense of dread fills me when my phone rings and I see that it is Antonio Wayne.
“We’ve got issues—major fucking issues. That damn Agent Turner is on his way to get a warrant to search the castle for you.”
“Damn it! She is not in good enough condition to travel.”
“Listen, I’m going to make this as easy as possible and here is what you’re going to do. My doctor is going to help you get her loaded up in the ambulance, and you three are flying to an undisclosed location. Make sure all of your shit is out of that room. I don’t want so much as a piece of fucking lint off your clothes left for him to find. This guy is relentless when it comes to the brotherhood. He is dead determined on taking us down.”
I looked up to see the doctor making his way in and administering something in Stormy’s IV.
“What is that?”
“It is something to help her rest while we transport her. We need to go now. Make sure you have everything and come with me.”
I do a quick sweep of the room and help him lift her onto a gurney. He leads me through a long, darkened hallway. This place is amazing; it’s like something from a movie. It’s
evident that this is a secret passageway and we finally make our way to an exit where an ambulance is waiting.
We quickly load her up and I jump in the back with her. I don’t even know where we’re headed. Undisclosed location means just that to the Ramirez brothers.
We’ve barely pulled away from the long driveway and out onto a street when I see Turner’s standard black LTD coming up the road, headed for the castle. I lean back and breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t witness us coming out of Antonio’s driveway.
This guy is never going to give up trying to take the brotherhood down. I can’t help but wonder why he is so fucking motivated to send us all to prison. At times, I wonder if his pride doesn’t play a factor in it because we’re always one step ahead of him.
I have to say he is the only thing that makes me consider getting out of the game. When I had nothing to lose, it was easy to live a risky lifestyle. I love the adrenaline rush of my finger pulling a trigger. There is no other high like it.
Things are different now because I have something to lose. Before Stormy, I really didn’t give a fuck about living or dying. Now, I wonder what she would do without me. Who would take care of her? Would she retreat back into an agoraphobic shell, living out the rest of her days as a recluse?
Agent Turner
I waste no time procuring the warrant that I threatened Antonio Wayne I would get. The comment he made about fraternization didn’t scare me, but it did piss me off. He may be able to control things in his world but he damn sure isn’t controlling anything in mine.
It’s so ironic that I am in complete control of every area of my life except for in the bedroom. Maybe that’s why I allow Rene to control me sexually. I have so much responsibility. Day in and day out, lives depend on my ability to make the right decisions. She takes all of that stress and strain off of me when she takes control. I guess the reason it works for us is because we never planned anything; it just kind of happened. We got in a fight one night over a case, she smacked me in the face, and my cock got hard—go figure. The woman brought out the love I have for dominate women and I haven’t been the same since. She is a drug and I am her junkie.
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