by Claire Adams
“Shut up,” Salvador said.
“Yeah, shut up,” I added.
“All right, ladies, let’s keep this professional. Salvador, I think you know that helping Ramos get rid of a scumbag that is working for him will only serve to benefit you in the end. Ramos will be happy to see he has a new loyal man who he can count on.”
“You have real evidence that this man is not serving Ramos and his best interests?”
“I do.”
“Like what?”
Chase needed to tread lightly with the information he actually gave Salvador. We had to give him just enough information so he knew we were telling the truth, but not so much information that Salvador would turn and give it to Ramos himself without bringing us in on the deal.
“It’s about Escabar and some side work he is doing that is putting Ramos in danger. I’m sure you can understand that, with the sensitive nature of this information, we would like to talk directly with Ramos.”
“You know something about Escabar?”
“Yes, I do. Haven’t you heard that I stole his black book of contacts?”
Salvador looked surprised that Chase admitted to stealing the book. I was even a little surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. But I was confident that he had a plan. I was willing to bet admitting to stealing the book was all part of the larger plan.
“Yeah, I heard. I’d probably get a nice big bonus from Escabar if I just killed you right here.”
“I doubt that. I owe him a quarter million dollars. He’s going to want that money back before you kill me.”
Salvador seemed annoyed by Chase and his logic, but he backed off from the threats to harm Chase or me. The two men continued to stare at each other as they tried to decide if either of them were willing to trust the other.
Chase finally broke the silence with a little peace offering.
“You see this black book,” he said as he pulled the book from his pocket. “It’s got a lot of incriminating information about Escabar. Ramos really needs to see it.”
As Chase pulled the black book out of his pocket, I could have sworn that I saw movement in one of the trees on the edge of the park. My eyes fixated in that direction as I tried to get an eye on who was over there. I really had no idea if it was someone from Escabar’s group, Ramos, or maybe even law enforcement.
“Okay, I’ll get a message to him. But it better be this big piece of information that Ramos wants, or I’ll turn your ass into Escabar and let him deal with you.”
“Trust me, Salvador, Ramos is going to put you on his team after all this. You will be doing him a huge favor.”
Salvador clearly did not trust Chase, but that was fine. He did look very interested in getting on Ramos’ good side.
“Be here tonight at ten o’clock,” Salvador said as he turned and walked away.
I couldn’t believe I had missed my opportunity to punch Salina in the face. As she walked away, my eyes stayed focused on her head as I imagined what it would have felt like to punch her right in the back.
“Someone’s out there for sure,” I said to Chase as we walked back to the vehicle.
“I know. I felt it, too. But whatever they are watching for, they didn’t kill us. So, they must want to see us giving this book to Ramos.”
“Or, they are waiting for Ramos and us to all be in the same spot so they can kill us all.”
“You are getting the hang of this mobster stuff aren’t you?” he teased me.
“We could be the new Bonnie and Clyde.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his lips as we got to the car. The way his eyes looked at me, I felt exactly what he was thinking. The adrenaline of the moment had my blood pumping, too, and I wanted to find a fun place for us to play around.
“Get in the car,” he said as he smiled.
“Oh, yes, sir.”
Chase drove around for a little bit to make sure no one was following us before he pulled into an old, rundown hotel. It certainly wasn’t my idea of a perfect evening, but then again, nothing between Chase and I had been perfect.
He ran into the office and got us a key to our room, then pulled around back to the parking area. He purposely left the car as far away from our room as possible, which I assumed was so that no one would know which room we were in if they happened to find us. But I seriously doubted that anyone was going to come to The Lucky Motor Inn looking for us.
As we made it to our room, Chase looked around quickly and then opened the door and pushed me in. He locked the door behind him and started taking off his clothes as his eyes peered into mine. There was no talking – it wasn’t needed. I could see the pure lust in his eyes, and I knew he could see the same in my own.
His eyes locked with mine and he walked closer to me. I fumbled with getting my clothes off and his hands were there quickly to help me. Then, his hands were wrapped around me, holding me close to him as his lips moved down my neck and toward my nipple.
The moans that came from him as he kissed and sucked on my nipple drove me absolutely wild. My body ached to have him inside of me. I couldn’t wait another moment, so I turned him around and pressed him back onto the bed playfully.
Chase wasn’t about to let me be in charge, though. By the time I crawled into the bed, he had grabbed me and flipped me so I was face down. His hands held tight onto my hips and soon his mouth started to kiss my ass gingerly.
My body shivered at the touch of his wet lips and I pressed my hips toward him to get even more of him. His lust for me continued as I felt his finger slide inside of my wetness, and his thumb started to play with my clit.
Our movements were quick and deliberate as we were both so pumped full of adrenaline, we couldn’t contain ourselves. I just needed to have him thrusting inside of me. There was nothing else that mattered to me in that moment than feeling his hardness inside of me. It was like he purposely held himself back from fucking me just to torture me a little longer.
“Fuck me,” I moaned out in an urgent desire to have him.
Chase didn’t waste a single second of time after he heard my request. He pulled himself up onto his knees and pressed his hardness into me roughly. It was firm, and I loved every moment of it.
Urgently, we moved against each other as his hands held tight to my hips. I gripped onto the sheets for leverage. Hard. Fast. Deep. That is how we moved, as our bodies searched for a finish to release all of our pent up energy.
Chase reached down, grabbed my long brown hair, and pulled me back toward him. He was firm, yet gentle as he used my hair as a guide for thrusting inside of me. His firm hold on my hair only served to heighten my arousal. I found myself moaning even louder than I had ever moaned before.
“Yes. Yes!” I screamed out.
His hips moved harder and deeper at the sound of my acceptance of him. He grabbed my hair with both hands and thrust his hips as deep as he could. It sent my body into an ecstatic orgasm that made me lose my balance and lay flat onto the bed.
Chase stayed on top of me and thrust hard over me as his body urged him on to get to his finish. His hands held onto the bed for leverage as his thrust moved deep inside of me. I was still moaning and shivering from my orgasm when I felt his final thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned as he came deep inside of me.
My body pressed back toward him, and I relished the skin-to-skin contact. We were both wet with sweat and breathing heavily from the exertion, it was fantastic.
As we lay on the not so fancy sheets of our motel, I had never been happier. Sure, we were in the midst of possibly getting murdered by Escabar for turning him into Ramos, but I had never felt more alive than I did at that moment.
“I’m afraid to go look at the shower,” I teased.
“Me too.”
Chase laughed and then pulled me up to force me to go with him to the bathroom. The orange hue of stain that ran around the tub was a weird rust-like ring. The ceiling was extremely low and had wet stains around it. I felt dirtier in the bathroom
than I did just staying out in the noisy old bed that we had just screwed each other on.
“I’m not getting in there alone,” I said.
“Deal, we will just hurry and wash off.”
Chase turned the water on and it made a crazy loud noise as the flow of water made its way to the shower. I half expected some brown disgusting water to come pouring out. Luckily, the water appeared perfectly clear, so I jumped in first to get it over with.
There was no soap or anything like that. I just quickly washed up so I could get out of there. Chase stood at the other end of the shower watching me as he tried to decide if he was going to get under the water or not.
“Well, it’s not quite my six-person shower now is it?” he teased.
“Nope, definitely not.”
We finished up quickly and then climbed back into bed. I pulled the comforter off the bed first as I had remembered seeing a story about how dirty those things were. At least the sheets looked clean.
“I hope tonight goes well,” I whispered as I cuddled up against Chase.
“Get some rest. It will be fine.”
He held onto me. I closed my eyes as I felt the safety and comfort of his arms around me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chase
This was it. We stood at the edge of the park and waited for Ramos to come to us. The plan was simple. We would show Ramos the book I had stolen from Escabar. We would show him that he had names of police and FBI agents that he appeared to be meeting with and working with.
Ramos would go off and take care of Escabar for betraying their confidence, and we would get out of town and let things calm down a bit. The plan was simple – if everything went as we had planned.
“You stay back here, Jordan. There is no reason for you to come out here. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said.
I didn’t want her to get mixed up in the exchange with Ramos. If anything went wrong, I wanted her to be in an area where she could get out and get to safety.
“I’m serious. No matter what, don’t come out of here.”
“I heard you, Chase. I know. I’ll stay here. If anything happens to you, I’ll go straight to your father’s house. I’ve already got it programmed into my GPS.”
My plan seemed pretty bulletproof, but you just never knew what might happen. I didn’t want Jordan to get injured if Ramos decided to go after me. He didn’t even need to know she was there at all.
“Is that him?” she asked quietly as she pointed to a man with three others walking behind him.
“I think so. Stay here.”
I took a deep breath and started to walk toward Ramos on the other end of the park. I still had a feeling that we were being watched, but we hadn’t seen anyone around to prove that theory.
Slowly, I walked toward Ramos and tried to keep myself as calm as I could. I didn’t want to look like a total amateur, but I also didn’t want to look like some sort of professional. Ramos couldn’t be threatened by me, either. If he felt threatened by me, the whole plan wouldn’t work, at all.
“Mr. Foster, I hope this is really good information you have for me,” Ramos said as he stood in front of me.
I tried to decide if I should reach my hand out to shake his hand or not but decided to follow his lead and keep my hands in my jacket. It was dark outside, and I suspected at least one of the men behind him had their hand on a gun in their jackets. I did not have a gun. In fact, I had no way of protecting myself at all if Ramos decided he wanted to hurt me.
“I believe you will find my information very useful.”
“You better hope that I do,” he said to me.
Then, there was a noise coming from where I had left Jordan. We both looked back there, but it was too dark to see what was going on. I just hoped that she stayed where I told her to and didn’t come out.
“I stole a black book from Escabar because he threatened to kill me.”
“Yes, I heard about that. Stupid move, if I must say so myself.”
“Well, inside that book I happened to see that Escabar has been feeding information to the feds and had several contacts in there.”
Just then, there were footsteps behind me and we all turned to look.
It was Escabar with Jordan held in front of him. He had a gun to her head.
“Chase, I really thought you were smarter than this,” he said.
“Nice of you to finally join us, Jose,” Ramos said.
My heart sank. I had not planned on Ramos and Escabar working together. I didn’t expect that Ramos would have been fine with Escabar giving information to the police.
“You see, Chase, Ramos can understand the benefit of sharing information with the feds. Your little plan to sell me out didn’t really work now, did it?”
I couldn’t talk at all. I stood between Ramos and Escabar in disbelief over what was going on. Ramos didn’t strike me as the kind of man who would be willing to work with the feds on anything. I really had no idea what was going on.
“Let the girl go,” I finally managed to say.
“I followed you to the park when you met up with Salina and Salvador, Chase. I knew they would sell me out in a second. I decided to go straight to Ramos myself and tell him what I had been working on.”
“Jose, let the girl go. I have no use for her,” Ramos said.
“I don’t think we need her around anymore, and it would just kill Chase here to watch her get hurt,” Escabar taunted me.
My eyes locked on Jordan’s, and I knew I had to figure out a way out of the mess I had gotten us into. Somehow, I had to get her to safety.
“Chase, let me see the book you are talking about,” Ramos demanded.
I was in no spot to argue with him, so I reached into my pocket to hand him the book. But just as I was about to hand it to him, Escabar reached over and took it from me.
“I’ll take that,” he said.
“Jose, give me the book.”
“You already know what’s in there, why do you need the book?” Escabar replied.
Jordan and I were standing right between the two men as they argued over who was going to have it. I suspected that Escabar had not told Ramos exactly what was in it.
“I’m sure he’s just afraid you’ll see his notes about his plans to kill you and take over the organization,” I said firmly.
Escabar’s face turned pale as he started to back away from us. I hadn’t seen anything specifically saying that he had such a plan, but the look on his face made it seem like I had said something that was very true.
“Get him,” Ramos said to his three guys.
Escabar threw Jordan onto the ground and turned to start running away. He shot at the men as they chased him and the men shot back, ultimately striking Escabar. We saw him fall to the ground.
One of the men grabbed the black book from his hands and brought it back to deliver it to Ramos.
He flipped through the book for a minute and then turned his attention back to me. By that time, I had helped Jordan up and she stood near me in absolute terror as she trembled and held onto me.
“Why did you want him dead?” Ramos asked me.
“I didn’t want him dead. I just wanted out of his web.”
“Does anyone else know about this book?”
I was in no position to lie to Ramos. I figured the only way I would get out of the situation alive was going to be telling him the absolute truth.
“The Atlanta police know. I tried to go to them to protect me from Escabar. They refused and sent me away. Said I didn’t have enough evidence. They looked through that book, though, and I’m pretty sure they made a copy.”
“Is there anything else you think I should know?” he asked me.
I contemplated if there was anything else that I could tell him that might spare my life. At that point, I really didn’t know what he planned to do with us. I had come to him and given him the information he needed to get rid of a mole in his organization. My hope had been that
he would be grateful and wouldn’t kill us.
“No, sir. I just want to live a good life with my new wife. That was my only reason for getting involved.”
Ramos looked at me and then looked at Jordan. He waved for his men to grab Escabar and then the group of them walked away. He didn’t say another word to me, but just as he was almost out of sight into the darkness of the light, Ramos turned toward us and waved us out of the park. He motioned for us to leave, and just like that, we turned and left.
He had let us live. Ramos, the head of the Mexican drug cartel, had let us live.
Epilogue
“Welcome to Miami International Airport,” the pilot said as our private jet landed.
I didn’t think flying could get any better than first class, but Chase certainly proved me wrong, by flying me to Italy right after everything went down with Jose Escabar and Ramos. We spent a week with his brother there. And then, Jackson insisted on coming back to the States with us to help find Ana.
“Babe, it’s time to go,” Chase said as he held my bag.
I had been distracted looking out the window at all the planes and how close we were to them. I couldn’t imagine ever getting used to flying on a private jet all the time. It seemed so surreal to me.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I teased as I finally got up from the lounge chair I had been in for our flight.
“You two lovebirds coming or what?” Jackson asked from the front of the plane. “I don’t want to have to come in there after you two.
“We are coming,” Chase hollered back at his brother. “My lovely wife, let’s go find Ana.”
He pulled me up and kissed me gingerly, as his arms held me tight against him. It had been a month since Ana had left Liechtenstein and no one had heard a single word from her. I was certain that something horrible had happened.
While we were in Italy, Jackson had asked around and tried to find out who Gordon really was. He got a few leads but nothing turned up, until the day we were getting ready to leave. That was when Jackson heard that Gordon was really Stephano Copal, a big trafficker in the sex trade. Jackson’s contact was pretty sure that Ana was still in Miami, but that she was probably getting prepped to be sold.