This Isn't Fair, Baby (War & Peace Book #6)

by K. Webster

  Diego.

  Lightest brown eyes I’ve ever seen.

  Charming and sexy to a fault.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  Esteban’s mouth latches on to my clit and he begins sucking as he finger-fucks me slowly. I hate that he steals me away from thoughts of my husband. Every part of my body is on fire. It feels good. So wrong but good.

  One day I’ll make him pay for all of this.

  Even in my haze, I realize these sensations coursing through me are induced by the drugs. With Diego, they’re real. He doesn’t have to drug me to get me to come. I want every part of him.

  Esteban has dedicated his life to being nothing but a low-life cheater.

  He steals what he wants but doesn’t deserve a thing.

  Someone screams, jerking me from my thoughts. I realize this person is me as an unwanted orgasm cuts through me. At one time, emotion had been attached to them but now it’s nothing more than physiological.

  Find me, Diego.

  I close my eyes when Esteban slips his fingers out of me and unzips his pants. The tear of the condom wrapper makes me shudder, but I don’t dare watch him. He spreads my knees apart so that he can worm his hulk-like body between them.

  And then he’s hammering one more nail into his coffin. By taking me again, he’s sentencing himself to a painful death. This foolish man fell for the bait. I walked right into his trap so that I could annihilate him from the inside out.

  “Look at me,” he hisses as he thrusts painfully into me.

  I pop my eyes open, ignoring the bruises inside of me, and glare at him. “You’re going to die.”

  He fucks me so hard I scream, but I stare him down with the promise of a long, torturous death glimmering in my eyes. The sick fucker must like it because he comes with a grunt.

  Pop! Pop! Pop!

  “What the fuck?” he snarls as he stiffens. He yanks out of me and shoves his still sheathed dick inside his pants. “What did you do?”

  His accusation makes me start laughing.

  “I fucked you!” I screech. My body is numb and tingling but fire blazes within me. “You’re going to die.”

  He grabs my jaw and then turns my head forcefully to the right. A scream rips through me when he snatches the diamond stud out of my earlobe. “You set me up!” he roars. “You fucking set me and my brother up!”

  Pain radiates from my torn ear, but I find the energy to spit in his face. “Damn right I did.”

  He stands and yanks me to my feet by my hair. I’m dragged beside him toward the door when a shadow steps in front of the doorway. My heart leaps at the sight of him.

  Lean and fierce.

  Terrifyingly beautiful.

  My partner and lover.

  My husband.

  “Diego,” I moan.

  I can’t make out his facial features because the sun streaming in is too bright, but by the way his shoulders heave, I can tell he’s infuriated.

  “Don’t move or I’ll cut her throat wide open,” Esteban threatens. A blade pokes my flesh, hard enough that he breaks the skin.

  “Always such a pussy,” Diego growls. “Just like your father. Always picking on those smaller than you.”

  Esteban drags the knife along my flesh, tearing the skin along the way. It isn’t deep but it hurts, even through my drugged state. “You’re going to kill me anyway, so I may as well take her with me.”

  Diego remains calm and still. His blade glints in the sunlight. “She’s not yours to take. Never was. Vienna has always been mine. Since before she ever laid eyes on you. Fate, they call it. And you’re about to meet yours.”

  “She belongs to me, but you tried to take that, too,” Esteban snarls. “Just like you took my father’s life.”

  Diego takes a step into the container. “Let her go and fight like a fucking man. At least your father had the balls to do that much.”

  Esteban growls and he hugs me possessively. The knife digs a little deeper into my flesh.

  “Do you want to go to your grave like a pussy or do you want to go with some dignity?” Diego taunts.

  Esteban stiffens. “I’ve killed many men. I’ll kill you too.”

  Diego laughs and it warms me to my soul. “You can fucking try.”

  To my surprise, Esteban shoves me to the floor. I go down hard on my knees, and the container echoes with the sound. Diego’s eyes never fall to me. His eyes are locked on his target. Esteban practically huffs like a bull trapped in a cage. Ready to charge at any second.

  “Did you fuck my wife?” Diego questions as he quickly tears off his T-shirt and tosses it my way.

  Esteban laughs like a madman. “I fucked her good. She’ll be feeling me inside her cunt for days.”

  Diego’s frame is thinner—solid lean muscle compared to Esteban’s hulkish build. He bounces from foot to foot, like a graceful dancer, while Esteban throbs with barely contained rage. With shaking hands, I pull the shirt on over me and inhale the scent of my man.

  “You won’t touch her ever again,” Diego hisses and waves his knife in front of him in a fluid motion.

  Esteban hisses and jumps back. “Motherfucker!”

  Blood soaks the front of his shirt, and I smile. I hope he makes him fill up this entire container with his blood.

  “Pussy,” Diego hisses and bounces forward on his toes. Slash. And then he bounces back. Esteban groans but waves his knife out in front of him in defense. Diego has already moved out of reach. His eyes stay on his target but his presence is like a warm hug.

  “Your family name is a disgrace,” Diego tells him.

  Esteban lunges for him with his knife raised. Diego does some fancy arm movements before ducking around him. Now he stands between me and the monster. My hero.

  “You run out that door and they’ll mow you down with every bullet in their arsenal,” Diego warns with a laugh.

  I want to wrap my arms around my husband, but he needs to stay focused. Esteban charges again, but Diego slashes him across his face with the knife. A groan rips from Esteban and he drops to his knees. His knife clatters to the metal floor, and he clutches the wound that is gushing blood.

  Diego pounces like a stealthy cat and grabs a handful of Esteban’s hair while pressing his blade to his carotid artery.

  “Mi diablita,” he hisses my way. “What do you want me to do? I can end this now…”

  I stand on shaky legs and wobble toward them. “Or I can.”

  His beautiful eyes meet mine, and I almost collapse under the weight of the love shining in them. I bend over and retrieve Esteban’s abandoned knife. His enraged glare meets mine from his kneeling position.

  “Just kill me,” he snarls. “Fucking kill me, Roja.”

  Diego rips harder at his hair. “Don’t talk to your queen like that, motherfucker.”

  I narrow my eyes at Esteban but speak to my husband. “Are his wounds lethal?”

  “All superficial at this point,” he growls.

  I smile. “Good.”

  Esteban’s evil face scrunches into one of confusion. “You’re going to let me live?”

  I bend over and glower at him. “I’m going to break you.”

  “What the fuck, Vee?” Esteban demands. For the first time in my entire life, I see fear in the monster’s eyes. Fear of me.

  “What do you think, baby?” I ask Diego. “Four months? Is that long enough?”

  “FUCKING KILL ME NOW!” Esteban screams. “NOW!”

  I kick him hard in the balls, and with the drugs still buzzing in my body, I nearly come from the way he screeches in pain. The sound of his pain is beautiful. Four months isn’t nearly long enough.

  “I want to keep him right here. I want him to relive every single second of what I went through. Put his piece of shit brother in here after you make sure he’s dead so he can be forced to live with that rotting scent every hour of every day.” My eyes dart to Diego’s. “I want him to pay. Dying is too easy.”

  Diego slashes his knife along the back
of Esteban’s calves through his slacks. Esteban’s screams are otherworldly. When Diego releases him, Esteban falls to his side as he clutches his calves.

  “He’s not leaving this container on his two feet,” Diego assures me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I’ll station a trusted man at the door. Whatever you want, mi diablita, we’ll make it happen.”

  While Esteban writhes in pain, I wobble over to Diego. He’s shaking, and I wonder if it’s from anger or from the wound that’s seeping blood on his chest. I wince upon realizing he’s torn some stitches.

  “A hero would carry his queen right out of here,” he says with a grunt, his fingers brushing through my tangled hair.

  I grip his hand with mine and tug him toward the door. “Good thing we’re villains because we’re going to walk out of here together. Equals. King and queen. Heroes are for fairytales.” I rest my head on his shoulder. “Our story is one from the horror section.”

  He kisses the top of my head. “With a little erotica thrown in?”

  I laugh as we slowly make our way into the bright sunlight. “With a lot of erotica thrown in.”

  His palm finds my face and he kisses me hard. “I love you.”

  “I love you more.”

  “I’M SO EXHAUSTED,” Vienna murmurs as she shakily makes her way to our bed. We’ve been home for only a few hours. Long enough to feed our starving bodies and for me to wash every inch of the scum from her. My sweet wife cried for a short while in the shower but her quiet strength didn’t allow the tears to fall for long. I can’t begin to imagine what she’s going through right now.

  “Let’s sleep.” I turn off the lights and join my naked woman in the bed. She feels warm and soft in my grip. I’m thankful I can’t see her bruises and lacerations in the dark. “I’m so sorry.”

  She stiffens in my arms. “For what?”

  “For today. I know we talked about everything that would happen. But planning it and going through with it are two different things. I should never have agreed,” I grit out.

  Her palm slides up my bare chest but avoids the stitched flesh. “I didn’t give you a choice.”

  I lean forward and kiss her somewhere on her face. “I should have told you no.”

  She scoffs. “As if I would have listened.”

  “I could have made you see a different way,” I growl. “It didn’t have to end with two men—your two enemies—raping and beating you, goddammit.”

  “It was the only way,” she murmurs. “I was the bait.”

  I’m still unsettled but I know she won’t back down on this. We spoke for hours while setting up this plan. She told me in detail what they would do to her based on what they’d done before. My fiery Vienna wanted this. Her claws were bared and ready to exact damage. She just needed to get inside their den first.

  It still pisses me off that their “den” was my goddamned port. Several of the men turned against me for the Rojas brothers. Those men are dead now. But Ricardo and many others refused to sell out. They’d been tortured. Some killed. When Jorge discovered them in another shipping container, it took three men to hold Ricardo back from trying to kill Esteban. But once Vienna explicitly asked him what she needed him to do for her, Ricardo wholeheartedly agreed.

  Ricardo is Esteban’s warden now.

  Except when Vienna comes to visit.

  Until then, Ricardo will feed him sandwiches once a day. He’ll change out his piss bucket once a week, if he’s lucky. And he’s not, under any circumstances, allowed to talk to Esteban. But he is allowed to fuck him. Ricardo’s exact words were, “His ass is mine.”

  Esteban is getting to see exactly what he put Vienna through.

  A severe and fitting punishment.

  One of the men was instructed to finish off Oscar, if he was still alive, and put his body in with Esteban. Esteban could smell his brother as he decayed just as Vienna was forced to smell her mother.

  An eye for a motherfucking eye.

  “How long do you think he’ll live?” she whispers, hate giving her voice a slight edge.

  “Tatiana cleaned his wounds and stitched him up. Ricardo has been instructed not to hurt him more than necessary. I suppose he’ll live as long as you want him to,” I tell her and brush my fingers through her hair.

  “I don’t want him to die easy. This punishment will satisfy me until I can come up with something better.” She cuddles against me and presses her lips to my jaw. “Thank you for trusting me. Together we did this.” Her palm cups my face and the metal from her wedding ring, which she put back on, cools my face.

  “We’re going to do so much more together,” I assure her. “Together we’re going to rule our little corner of the fucking world.”

  She lets out a contented sigh. “Nobody will mess with us. And if they try, we’ll make them pay.”

  I chuckle and twist my finger in her hair before tugging it in a playful way. “So you’re into torturing now? You’re barely a cartel queen, yet here you are so goddamned serious about your job. I love your drive, mi diablita.”

  She laughs too and then we’re both quiet.

  The exhaustion of the day steals us from our moment, but at least we enter the dream world in each other arms. Just like everything else we do. Together. Side by side.

  Three months later…

  “How’s our little captive?” I ask Ricardo on speakerphone.

  He laughs and it’s evil as hell. “His ass is a little sore and the big fucker has lost some major weight, but he’s hanging in there.”

  I smirk. “I thought you were into the ladies.”

  Ricardo grunts. “The ladies get plenty of Ricardo. But Ricardo puts his dick wherever he wants.”

  “Don’t tell me every Colombian asshole around here speaks of himself in third person,” Vienna groans from my office doorway.

  I motion for her to come sit in my lap. My stunning bride wears a short tank top dress that barely hits the top of her thighs. Too short. She likes to torment me while I work.

  “My little Vienna,” Ricardo greets, a smile in his voice. “How is my little hellraiser? Already time for another visit?”

  She chuckles as she straddles my lap. “You just want to show off again. We all know you’re amazing at butt sex,” she teases.

  They chat a bit while I grab her hips and make her rub her pussy against my cock through our clothes. Vienna gets a little too eager when they talk torture. One day, once the pain of what Esteban did to her settles, she’ll probably ease off a bit. But as it stands, at least once a week, we drive out to Buenaventura for a visit. She makes Ricardo bind Esteban and then fuck him in front of her. And whenever she’s in charge, Ricardo makes it real nice for Esteban. Just like Esteban used to do for her. He pleasures the straight man until Esteban is coming with a big Colombian meathead deep in his ass. Every visit ends with a kiss to the top of Esteban’s head before she kicks him in the balls. It’s funny as fuck.

  “Is our first shipment to San Diego ready to go?” I question.

  He grunts. “Will be in the next day or so. You’ll have plenty of time to get to the States and sort out your business before the shipment arrives.”

  We talk a little while longer before we hang up. The moment he’s off the phone, my gorgeous wife mauls me. Her mouth attacks mine and she starts tugging at my tie.

  “This. Off. Now,” she orders between kisses.

  Ignoring her request, I lift her dress up off her body and then discard it. My naughty little thing isn’t wearing anything under her dress. This makes my cock really fucking hard.

  “You’re so bad,” I growl.

  She laughs and leans back so I can regard her swollen tits. They’re tender these days and my fucking God are they huge. I lean forward and tongue one of her nipples.

  “These are so goddamned beautiful,” I praise.

  Her fingers undo my tie and she tosses it away. Then, she is on a quick mission to unbutton my vest. “Why do you wear so many clothes?” she complains.

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bsp; I chuckle and reach between us to rub on her clit. “I like to tease you, mi diablita. I like to watch you go hungry for my cock.”

  She licks her plump bottom lip and it makes my dick thump against her. “I’m always hungry for your cock. Especially when you’re naked. You should be naked more often.”

  I lift an eyebrow at her. “This is just the hormones talking.”

  A few weeks after we came back, Vienna learned she was pregnant. Tatiana said we probably conceived during the week after our wedding. I’ve been walking around with my chest filled with pride since the moment two little blue lines showed up on that stick. It’s been surreal thus far but lately, her flat stomach has begun to protrude with our child. She’s hot as fuck carrying my baby.

  “Shut up and take your clothes off already,” she orders with a wicked smile. “Momma needs Daddy’s fat cock inside her.”

  I growl because I love when she talks dirty to me. My little wife knows this and uses it like a weapon. Together we’re all but ripping my clothes off me.

  “Beg Daddy Diego for his anaconda.”

  She snorts. “Put that big snake in me, Daddy.”

  I lift her by her hips and plop her on the edge of my desk while I push down the rest of my clothes. She’s fucking glorious to look at with her brilliant red hair and blazing green eyes. Her tits are carved from God’s finest materials. And she’s mine. All mine.

  “Show me your needy cunt. I want to see how it weeps for me,” I mumble as I stroke my dick.

  Her eyes fall to my cock and she grins before leaning back on my desk. She puts her feet on the edge of the desk so that her pussy is on full display. Then, she slides her fingers down her cute belly and touches her clit. Our eyes find each other as we pleasure ourselves. My cock aches to get the fuck out of my hand and into this gorgeous woman.

  “Is it wet for me?”

  She nods and pushes a finger inside her body. When she removes it, it glistens with her arousal. I lean forward so she can slip it into my mouth. I suck off her sweet taste. My God, this woman makes me horny as fuck. I can be having a shit day, yet one look at her supple body and all is forgotten.