SAUL: The Pagans MC

by Claire St. Rose

  As he came around the bend in the hallway, he came face to face with Agent Hale, DEA, who had in his hands two large, nylon duffel bags, which appeared to be full. He was about fifteen feet away. Hale dropped the bags and went for his gun. Leo had no option. He lifted his arm and shot Hale three times in the chest.

  Walking over to the dying agent, he said, “You’re an idiot. I would have let you pass if you hadn’t drawn on me.”

  The agent only had a moment to look confused before he died.

  Leo hurried on to the master bedroom and found a dead guard at the door. Guessing that this was Hale’s doing, he knocked on the door and then opened it slowly. “Kari?”

  The girl came out of the bathroom area cautiously. “Si, I am Kari.”

  In Spanish, Leo told her, “Your grandfather sent me. We will be leaving shortly. Grab what you wish to bring.” Then he went to Nomar’s dressing desk and pulled out the jewelry, watches, and anything else of value, along with his late wife’s jewelry. It might be awhile before money would be available from the sales, if they were able to get the cargo at all.

  “I am ready,” the girl said after Leo was finished raiding the bedroom.

  “Good. Carry this, and let’s go,” he told her, handing her the canvas bag.

  Leo’s next stop was in the safe room next door. He found only two banded stacks of one hundred-dollar bills lying on the floor. The safe had been emptied. He pocketed the stacks. They moved quickly back down the hallway, and he stopped in the office area. He looked at the desk. On the desk was a completely filled out marriage license stating that Kari was married to Nomar.

  “Did you sign this?” Nomar asked.

  “No, I do not wish to be married to him,” she told Leo.

  “Hmmm, maybe you do, now,” he said with a smile.

  “Why?”

  “Well, because he has unfortunately passed away, and so, this house will become yours,” he told her.

  “Si?”

  “That is, if you wish to have this home. Perhaps you could give it to your grandfather if you have bad memories of this place,” Leo suggested.

  She looked at him, and then said, “Perhaps I wish to be married to him after all.”

  Leo took the license and searched the desk for anything else of interest. Finding only another laptop, he left that and hurried with her back into the hall, gun at his side, but ready.

  When they reached Hale, Leo picked up the bags and checked them. Seeing they were filled with the money from the safe, he carried them both in his left hand.

  At the main door, he told Kari to wait until he had loaded the bags in the car. “There will probably be shooting, but don’t be scared. Just run and jump into the back when I come back for you.”

  “Si,” she said.

  “Good,” he said, and gave her a smile.

  He loaded the bags, tossing them across the back seat to the other side of the Hummer without incident. It was only when he came back out with the girl, running to jump into the back seat and close the door, that he heard, “Alto! Stop!” from the rooftops.

  Leo ignored them and jumped into the driver’s seat. He fired up the engine, slammed the big personnel carrier into reverse, and powered it back out of the drive, heading for the street. Shots hit the hood, and he cursed as he saw the gate was closing. Slamming his foot to the floor, he crashed through the partially open gate with a screech of twisting metal. He pulled out into the street, where he put the Hummer into drive and left the area as fast as he could.

  “Are you alright?” he asked after he had made two turns and was out of the area.

  “Si, I am not hurt,” she told him.

  “Want to sit up here in front?”

  “Okay,” she said with a smile. She climbed up into the passenger seat and buckled in. “I never get to sit up here. The guards always sit up here. I like this much better.”

  They were out of El Cajon and nearly to Lakeside when she said, “Now that I am a rich widow, perhaps you could marry me. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

  “That would be very nice, Kari, but unfortunately I have given my heart to someone else and I am unavailable.”

  “That is too bad,” she pouted.

  “Yes, but you are a rich widow, so handsome men are going to be at your door in no time.”

  “Handsome men are already at my door because I am grandfather’s favorite. None of them impress me, though,” she sighed. “Besides, do not tell my grandfather, but I think I am a gay.”

  “Why do you think that?”

  “I did not like the sex with Nomar at all.”

  “Did he touch you yesterday?”

  “No, no, he said not until after the wedding, but I wasn’t looking forward to that either.”

  “I don’t think you should measure his taking of you last time as real sex. You may find it much more pleasant with someone you wish to sleep with.”

  “Si?”

  “I would at least wait for better information,” he suggested.

  “Hmm, okay. Grandfather would not be happy if I was a gay. So, I will take your advice,” she decided.

  Leo smiled and put his phone into the handsfree setup the Hummer had on the dash. He dialed Gonzalez.

  “Bueno?”

  “I have your granddaughter with me. If you give me an address in Tijuana to take her to, I would be happy to deliver her. And by the way, it appears that she is a rich widow now with a hacienda in El Cajon and two houses on the coast.”

  “No,” Gonzalez said, and then what could only be the sound of a gunshot came through the speakers. “Now she is a rich widow. I can’t thank you enough, Leo. You have truly been a blessing to me. I will give you an address. And by the way, you are free and clear of any reprisals. All of the lieutenants are accounted for.”

  Leo put the address into the GPS system. He continued to Lakeside to drop off his spoils before he headed south to Mexico. Explaining all of the cash and other items to the Border Patrol on the way back would be difficult.

  Chapter Forty Three

  Beverly woke to Leo’s ringtone at four in the morning.

  “Yes? Leo?”

  “Where are you?”

  “Spending the night with Preston. Where are you?”

  “About to come up to the house. After that, I’m going to Mexico to drop off a young lady named Kari, who was kidnapped and wants to go home.”

  “Oh. Um, speaking of the house, we had some visitors yesterday.”

  “I heard, and last I heard they were all dead.”

  Bev bit her lip. “Yes, all dead. But the house is, well … I had to use the hand grenade in the nightstand at the bottom of the stairs, so watch for the hole in the floor there, and I had to fire an Uzi through the bathroom wall into the stairwell. Also, the concussion grenades I took off the bad guys and set off on the patio broke just about every dish you own and most of the widows and — stop laughing, Preston, this is serious — anyway, Leo, it’s a mess. Oh, and all the guns laid out on the bed are mine. So is the cash and jewelry on the pool table.”

  “So, to sum up,” Leo said, “you wrecked my house and spent the night with another man.”

  “Ah, after having sex with a woman this morning, yes,” she added.

  “I see. And how are you going to make this up to me?”

  “I was thinking of the same thing you got Wednesday night, only with more enthusiasm on my part.”

  “I’m on speakerphone dear,” Leo interrupted, and Bev heard the sound of girlish giggles. “But yes, that sounds very inviting, if all parties are willing.”

  “I’m sure they are, but I’ll check and get back to you.”

  They said goodbye. She broke the connection and then slapped Preston on the arm. “Shut up! Can we go yet?”

  “You and Yvette are having sex?”

  “Yes,” she sighed, “but if you tell anyone, I’ll poke your amazingly sexy ass with a pin and not even feel bad about it at all.”

  “Mum’s the word,” Preston said.
“And yes, I think we can sneak out of here now, or at least give it a try.”

  He used the night vision goggles to head down the trail again, onto the main fire road, and then out to the highway, where he took them off and turned on the lights. Bev called Danny and told him they were almost there.

  Danny and Austin were waiting. She gave them both a hug, and then loaded her new toys into the Hummer before getting in.

  “Wow, twenty-four hours and I’ve gone from freelance editor to fucking Rambo,” she said to Austin as she jumped into the passenger seat. Danny had already chosen to sit in back with Preston.

  “Any word from Leo?” Danny asked.

  “Yes, and all good words,” Bev told him. “He made a date with me tonight at his house, so maybe it’s even better than we hoped for, since he doesn’t feel like he needs to bug out today.”

  “That sounds very hopeful, yes,” Danny agreed. “Where is he now?”

  “On his way to Mexico to drop off a girl who was kidnapped. I don’t know the whole story on that, but apparently it is highly important,” Bev told him.

  “Well, with border crossing traffic, he probably won’t be back until noon, then, so tell him that we’ll get together tomorrow to debrief and figure out our next steps,” Danny told her.

  “Will do,” Bev said. “Austin? Could you drop me off at Yvette’s place? I want to check in on her and relieve Kim.”

  “Don’t see a problem with that,” Austin agreed. “Do you think she’ll want to go for a ride on Saturday?”

  “Yes, Austin, I do. And I think you should take off the kid gloves with her. She’s a big girl,” Bev told him.

  “Well, she’s been through a lot—”

  “Yes, she has. Hence the big girl title. She can take it. I think you should take her for a ride straight to your place and carry her over the threshold and straight into your bedroom,” Bev told him.

  “And from Rambo to Dr. Ruth,” Danny laughed.

  Chapter Forty Four

  Bev would always recall that day as the day she was nearly sexed to death in twenty-four hours.

  Yvette, finding her sleeping beside her when she woke up, had her way with Bev for nearly two hours. After that, they had breakfast and went to Leo’s house.

  Brent was there. He had replaced all the broken windows and was looking over the rest of the damage. He left about an hour later while they were in the bath together.

  Leo came home about an hour after that, and then he and Yvette had their way with her for another two hours.

  They had to go out to dinner, because there were no dishes in the kitchen any longer except for one coffee mug that said, I love Mondays, which Leo was far too happy about (in Bev’s opinion).

  After dinner, they made it through half of a DVD sitting on the couch before both she and Yvette were undressed and sharing Leo’s cock in a deep throating contest.

  Leo then took them upstairs for a three-hour session, which was prolonged because he tied them both to the same bedpost and then massaged their asses and thighs with his large hands and coconut oil until both of them were offering all sorts of pleasures and servitudes.

  Bev’s offer to go down on Yvette for his viewing pleasure won out, which she did, willingly, while Yvette was still tied to the bedpost. As soon as Yvette was writhing in orgasmic joy, Leo fucked Bev to a wild orgasm from behind while she lay on Yvette with her face buried in her breasts.

  In the morning, Leo fucked them both slowly and lovingly, one after the other, climaxing with Bev. Then Bev, while Leo went for a shower, gave Yvette her fantasy of real, honest, loving lesbian sex with her for nearly an hour.

  “Austin wants to take you for a ride today,” she told Yvette as they cuddled together afterward.

  “I really like him. He’s a good man. I know most girls go for the bad boys, but I’ve been with a bad boy, and it wasn’t much fun after awhile. I think Austin will be good to me, and I would try to be very good to him, if he would let me.”

  “I told him to take you for a ride to his house and then take you to bed,” Bev told her.

  “You did?”

  “Yes,” Bev admitted.

  “You think I’m that kind of girl?” Yvette asked.

  “I think you are for Austin, yes,” Bev told her.

  “Oh, well, that’s true,” Yvette agreed.

  Chapter Forty Five

  Five Years Later

  The metric ton of cocaine filled the coffers of the club to bursting. Leo was offered the million that Danny promised, but he refused such a large amount since he had come away with a large sum on his own and there was no need for him to go into hiding. So, Danny gave it to Bev, who kept this fact hidden from Leo until their honeymoon in Hawaii, when she admitted to having half a million.

  Danny also gave half a million to Yvette, who accepted it shyly and kept this information from her new husband Joey “Austin” McGregor until after little Davis was born a year after their marriage, when she admitted to having a quarter of a million.

  ***

  “It’s a nesting thing, Austin,” Leo told him as they played with trucks and cars on the living room floor with three-year-old Davis. “I’ll bet both of them have even more hidden away somewhere that they won’t admit to until a need for it arises.”

  “I’m not mad or anything about it. I just wonder why she didn’t trust me, that’s all,” Austin told him.

  “It’s not really a matter of trust; it’s more like instinct.”

  “So, you’re just fine with it.”

  “Didn’t say that. But there’s no point in making more of it than it is.”

  “So when Bev gets pregnant, you think she’ll suddenly pop out with another nest egg,” Austin surmised.

  “Not sure that’s going to happen. She loves being Aunt Bev, and babysitting, and even having Davis over for the weekends so you two can get in some riding time together, but she doesn’t seem to have any maternal need to spawn.”

  Bev popped in from the kitchen with, “Did you just say spawn? Is that how you think of it? Well, you’re right! I don’t have any desire to spawn for you, Neanderthal man!”

  “Told you they were listening. Pay up, Austin.”

  “Fuck, how do you know all this shit,” Austin gripped, and he dug out a twenty.

  THE END

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  I’m back. Time to reclaim what’s mine.

  They forced me out with a gun to my head.

  I’ve spent four years dancing with the devil in cartel country.

  I’m coming home now.

  And when I do, I’m gonna have my revenge on the bastards who wronged me.

  I’ve got a fire in my belly and fresh scars on my skin.

  I’m angry.

  Hell, I’m more than angry.

  I am righteous fury itself.

  They stabbed me in the back.

  Betrayed me.

  The snakes, the cowards…

  They took everything I ever gave a damn about.

  And I’m about to do the same to them.

  But when I kick down the door, something stops me in my tracks.

  A girl with a look in her eyes.

  It’s a look I’ve never seen before.

  Somewhere between a dare and a plea.

  It says, “Take me…if you can.”

  Believe me, baby:

  After I have my way with you, you’ll never want another man again.

  ***

  The more she loves me, the more I’ll ruin her.

  She found a monster, not a savior.

  I lose my control when I’m near her.

  I wanted to break her.

  I never expected her to like it.

  I’m not a hero, and I don’t rescue damsels in distress.

  I made it clear from the moment I met her.

  From the moment I tasted
her.

  I’m not going to save her.

  I’m going to break her.

  Make her gasp.

  Make her beg.

  Make her scream.

  Make her into something she’d never dare to imagine.

  Not before she came to me.

  Not before I made her my property.

  ***