Borderline

by D B Steward

  “You are a murderer and you are going to pay for this.” Sanchez spoke gravely while England's thoughts raced.

  “Captain Sanchez, a word.” Sanchez looked curiously at the colonel. He hesitated for a moment but followed England out of the room. Pierpont laughed.

  “I’ll wait here.” He called out from behind them. Both officers continued walking until they were outside. Captain Sanchez watched as Colonel England stared up at the clear night sky.

  “Should I call the MPs sir?” Sanchez asked after a while. The colonel turned to face the lower ranked officer. There was a pained look on his face that caught Sanchez off guard.

  “This ends here captain.” England spoke softly. “With us.” Sanchez’s eyes almost bugged out of his skull.

  “Sir! You can’t be serious!” He sputtered but took a deep breath to reign himself back under control. “He killed those people. He tortured them. The man is a monster. Sir with all due respect, if this is about a relationship-”

  The colonel cut him off. “This is about the future captain. Yours and mine. If we are linked to this, our futures are over. Do you understand? Done.” Sanchez couldn't believe what he was hearing.

  “Sir, we can’t let this slide! He’s an officer! He’s supposed to know better!”

  “I know that captain, and I will take care of it.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  ​“I’m going to check in with Trace.” Kelly sat on the bed in their room and pulled out her cellphone. Sonny made a cursory security check of the room before turning her attention to Kelly.

  “I want to talk to you before you do.” Sonny stood with her arms crossed. Kelly tossed the cellphone behind her.

  “What’s up?”

  Sonny prepared herself for a fight. She didn’t want one, but she had learned that Kelly’s first response was always fight over flight. “Kelly, what is the plan here? Do you even have one? Or are you making this up as you go?” Sonny saw the anger flash in the piercing green eyes of the redhead. It was on.

  “A little of column A, a little of column B.” Kelly stood and mirrored Sonny’s stance by crossing her arms. “Is there a problem?”

  “Yes there is a problem.” Sonny’s brows began to fall as her eyelids narrowed. “I thought we came here to eliminate the brothers. That was our mission. Now you are.. I don’t know what you’re doing? Playing around? Trying to get us killed?”

  Kelly’s arms fell to her side and her hands balled into fists. “I’m not playing around.”

  Sonny’s voice began to rise. She could feel herself starting to grow more and more irritated. There was no turning back now and she didn’t care. “It sure looked like you were gambling! Isn’t that by definition, playing around?”

  “It’s called investigating!” Kelly leaned in closer. “Maybe you’ve heard of it!”

  “What the fuck are you investigating? There is nothing to investigate! We have been contracted to kill them! If we did things my way, we would be on a plane back to Chicago by now!”

  “Excuse me if I don’t want to put on my Jason Vorhees mask and go all Friday the 13th on them! I believe in justice and getting the real culprits and I’m not sure they did it!”

  “Who fucking cares if they did it?” Sonny waved her arms in frustration. “They are the heads of a gang that kills and rapes for fun! They deserve to die!”

  Kelly stepped into Sonny’s personal space until her nose was touching Sonny’s. “Maybe they do! But if they didn’t have the senator killed and we kill them without investigating then we will be letting the real killer get away with it! I’m not going to let that happen!”

  There was more to it than just that. Sonny was sure of it. She could feel it coming from the redhead like a shockwave. “What is all this about? Why are you trying to talk to these guys?”

  “Because these bastards know what happened to Agent Galler and Agent Simms! I’m going to get them to tell me what they did to them! I have to know! People deserve to know!”

  Sonny felt Kelly’s breath on her face and was so close now that she could see gold flecks in Kelly’s eyes. Her heart was starting to pound and she wasn’t sure if it was only anger that was doing it. “You still think you are an FBI agent? News flash! Prison kind of derailed that career didn’t it!” Sonny saw the hurt pass over Kelly’s face, but it was gone in an instant and replaced by fury. Kelly’s usually pale white skin was now flushed red.

  “Oh you want to go there you psycho?” Sonny’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry if I don’t have a lust for blood like you! And you’re lucky I’m not with the bureau anymore or I would arrest your serial killing ass right now!”

  “I’m a serial killer?” Sonny was so angry that she didn’t have time to feel hurt. “What does that make you then? Nothing? An ex con who is trying to make people think she’s useful?”

  Sonny knew she had crossed the line. She didn’t mean what she said. Sonny was hurt from being called a serial killer and she wanted to hurt back. But she had gone too far. “Kelly.” Her voice softened as she was about to apologize but Kelly cut her off.

  “You bitch.” The redhead growled through her lips that had thinned to reveal her gritted teeth.

  “What did you call me?” Sonny’s temper turned on a dime. The slur infuriated her. Every muscle in her body tensed.

  “Bitch.”

  “I will smack the curls out of your hair.” She moved even closer, as did Kelly.

  “Try it! I will take you down!” They were nose to nose. Forehead to forehead. They were panting in unison, their unblinking eyes locked on each other. The heat in the room felt like an oven. The tension was almost tangible. Seconds that seemed like minutes passed between them.

  Finally Sonny couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She grabbed Kelly’s head in her hands and pulled her hard onto her lips. Their lips slammed together with such force that they both felt the sting of their teeth smacking together. Kelly’s green eyes looked like saucers and she made a little squeak inside her mouth in surprise.

  Sonny’s heart stopped for a moment, convinced she had made a mistake. She had read the situation wrong. In a moment Kelly was going to pull away from her. Maybe she would even slap her. How could she have been so stupid. Now she had ruined everything.

  Before Sonny could continue her negative thoughts, Kelly wrapped her arms around her like a vise, pulling her even closer. Now Sonny opened her eyes and she could

  see that Kelly’s were now closed. She moaned as her core tightened and a flash of fire seemed to burst from within her.

  Kelly pulled her lips away abruptly. Sonny’s eyes opened and she felt panic rippling through her. This was it. Kelly was going to slap her and run out of the room. But the redhead’s arms stayed clamped around her. Their foreheads touched and Sonny could see the fire in Kelly’s eyes, a mixture of anger and lust.

  “I’m still mad at you.” Kelly hissed before she brought her mouth back onto Sonny’s.

  “Ditto.” Sonny replied and pressed their lips together. She felt Kelly’s lips part and the tip of her tongue. Sonny’s mind was exploding with passion and she couldn’t manage to form a coherent thought. Her own mouth opened to allow Kelly in and she felt a rush as the redhead’s tongue burst in.

  Kelly pushed her hard onto the wall as their lips stayed locked. The force knocked the cheap print of a Mexican sunset to the floor. Sonny grunted and reversed the embrace, pinning Kelly against the wall. Their hands began to tug on clothes. Pulling blindly at fabrics while their tongues tumbled over and over.

  “Holy shit!” Kelly gasped for air before going back in. Sonny pulled on the zipper to Kelly’s jeans and shoved her hand down. Kelly’s green eyes rolled back as she fumbled at Sonny’s pants. She didn’t understand how a zipper could be so difficult to open, she had opened them before. Why was this one so tough?

  Sonny’s fingers slid under the waistband off Kelly’s boyshorts. Her palm could feel the heat radiating from Kelly; it was driving her crazy. There was no time to take thi
ngs slowly, she wanted to be inside Kelly right now. Her fingers grazed her nub as they plunged inside her wet folds.

  “Oh shit!” Kelly’s body went rigid as she felt Sonny’s fingers inside her. She raised up on the balls of her feet to allow the taller woman more access. Sonny’s fingers were soaked, she used the lubrication to pump her fingers in and out feverishly. Kelly saw the burning desire in Sonny’s dark brown eyes. Her mouth fell open as her breathing came rough and hard. “Fuck!”

  “I’m trying to, if you’ll only shut up for once.” Sonny smirked as she continued pounding her fingers inside Kelly.

  “Oh yeah?” Kelly bared her teeth. With renewed vigor she finally got her hand inside Sonny’s pants. She heard Sonny grunt as Kelly inserted her own fingers inside the taller woman. Kelly pushed Sonny toward the flimsy table in the room. Their bodies knocked it over, spilling the files and weapons onto the dirty carpet. They rolled onto the floor, ignoring the mess they were making.

  “Kelly! Oh my God!” Sonny screamed out as she felt Kelly pumping into her burning mound. Their rhythm began to sync. Their eyes locked and both their mouths hung open. They pressed their mouths together. Their tongues continued their fight as they moaned deeply into each other.

  Sonny felt the pressure building inside her, she was so close. But she was not going to come first. She was going to win. Then her eyes opened and she could tell that Kelly was thinking the exact same thing.

  “Fuck you.” Kelly panted.

  “Fuck you too.” Sonny groaned. Their hands worked furiously. Both trying to hold back the wave that was threatening to break through. Sonny was breaking. She couldn’t stop it anymore and, God help her, she didn’t know why she was even trying.

  The damn burst and a howl of ecstasy burst from her mouth. An instant later Kelly screamed out in pleasure. Their hips stopped bucking as the orgasms rippled through their bodies. Sonny was sure she was going to pass out from peaking and she wasn’t convinced she hadn’t. She saw Kelly’s eyes slammed shut and her lips quivering. Their fingers stilled. Their bodies shuddered while the waves ebbed away. Neither one pulled out, not wanting to end the physical connection between them. Their breathing slowed. Kelly moved her face closer to Sonny’s.

  “I won.” She whispered through a grin.

  “Fuck you.” Sonny laughed.

  “I dare you.” Kelly’s smile was mischievous.

  “You’re on Ms. King.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  The phone line would ring and then go to voicemail. Trace left one message and then kept calling. She didn’t know that the cell phone she was calling was in the pocket of Sonny Moretti’s jeans. She didn’t know that those jeans were lying on the floor of their motel room. She didn’t know that the jeans were lying on the floor of their motel room because the owner of those jeans was currently naked and rolling around on the bed with Kelly King.

  “Still no response?” Nancy Timmerman asked Trace. Trace had established a secure line from Washington to her Motel 6 so that Timmerman could hear the status report from the two women. GPS had marked the phone’s current location at their motel. Maybe they had left it behind, she thought. That didn’t sound like something that the uber prepared Sonny would do. Kelly yes, Sonny no. Perhaps they were in trouble.

  Trace opened up her application that activated the cell phone’s microphone. In moments she could hear sounds from the room in her ear pods. The sounds she heard were muffled but there was definitely something happening in the room. There was the sound of grunting. Could they be fighting someone? She turned up the volume of the microphone to the max. There was heavy breathing alongside the grunting.

  She was about to notify Timmerman. Her boss couldn’t hear the noises coming from the room. But there was definitely something happening. Then she heard Kelly’s voice, Trace’s jaw dropped.

  “Oh shit Sonny! Right there! Right there! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!”

  Trace stifled the laugh that almost exploded from her.

  “What?” Timmerman asked. “What happened?”

  Trace kept her voice neutral even though she was dying to tell her boss what was happening. She decided that it wasn’t her business to inform Timmerman about what was going on. They deserved their privacy. “They might be asleep. I hear snoring.”

  “You can hear them?”

  “Uh yeah, through their phone.” Timmerman nodded her head back in her office and filed that piece of information away. “Probably jet lag.” Trace continued and then cut the connection off, happy to no longer hear the moans in her ears. “I bet they’ll check in when they wake up.”

  “I expected them to work faster than this.” Timmerman’s frustration at their lack of progress could be heard over the phone.

  “I bet they are both working really hard.” She responded. An ear to ear grin spread across her face. “I will let you know when they make contact with me boss.”

  “See that you do.” Timmerman ended the call.

  “I knew it.” Trace whispered to herself as she closed her laptop and chuckled.

  “What the fuck are you talking about Hector?” Arturo had been on the phone when his little brother had barged into his home. Hector was out of breath and spouting gibberish between gasps. Arturo was already angry about the news he was hearing. Things in the states were chaotic. All across the country MH4 was under attack. They were losing men left and right. The FBI had not only arrested most of their foot soldiers, they were also picking up his key leaders. MH4 was being wiped out. And now he had to deal with whatever nonsense Hector was talking about.

  “These two women came up to me.” Hector was beginning to get his breathing under control. “They said they were with, like, another country and they wanted to join forces. With us!”

  Arturo shook his head. “Are you high right now?” Hector was taken aback by his older brother’s reaction. “Why the fuck would some women come up to you with some bullshit like that? These bitches are running some type of game on you hermanito.”

  “Listen to me! They can help us! They hate the Americans too!” The dismissal from his brother stung. “They think we had the senator killed and want us to help them attack the United States. We could use their help right now!”

  Arturo laughed at him. “And if they are telling the truth, what do you think they will do when they find out we didn’t kill that fucker? Will they still want to be in business with us?” He reached out and mussed Hector’s hair and his little brother jerked away from him like he was burned. “Listen little brother, fuck these two bitches and send them on their way. Leave me to make deals alright?”

  “Stop treating me like I’m still seven years old!” Spittle flew from Hector’s lips as he exploded in frustration. “I’m sick of you shitting on me all the time! You and Ramon! Both of you treat me like I’m your bitch instead of your brother! I have good ideas too!”

  Throughout Hector’s meltdown, Arturo was trying to hold his laughter inside. He saw his little brother throwing a tantrum like he did when he was a kid. “Take it easy Hector. Go grab a juice box in the kitchen and then take a nap. I have work to do.” Arturo dismissed him and prepared to make a call on his phone.

  Hector was furious at being ignored. He balled his hand into a fist and swung at Arturo. His older brother saw the slow attack coming and sidestepped it. With a scowl he backhanded his brother with a slap that put Hector on his ass.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He was no longer amused by Hector’s antics. “I got real shit to deal with right now! Do you know how much shit is raining down on us right now? Every one of my guys in America are running scared! Our operations are in shambles! My contacts in the government say that Mexico is under so much pressure that they are actually coming for us now! All our protection is running for cover! We are on our own! I don’t have time to deal with you! Get the fuck out of here and stay out of the way!”

  Hector’s cheek was stinging from the slap and his eyes began to burn. He swore to himself that he would
n’t let his older brother see him cry. He scrambled to his feet and ran from the room. In moments he was peeling away from Arturo’s place in his Hummer. He was filled with rage at Arturo; he had never treated Hector like an equal.

  If Arturo didn’t want to find out more about the deal that was offered, then he would. MH4 was falling apart and it was time for Hector to look out for himself. The authorities would come for his brothers but he would survive.

  “Fuck them.” Hector muttered as he raced off into the night.

  They were all racist idiots that he couldn’t stand to be around. He did take some comfort in the fact that they would all be dead in a few days. There were approximately one hundred men, women, and children inside the compound. Pawns, every last one of them. Pierpont was aware that to make an omelet a few eggs were going to be broken. He wasn’t too torn up about it however. They weren’t the kind of people he wanted in his new America anyway. If they ever found out his true orientation they would want to string him up, so fuck them. All of them.