Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1)

by Veronica Cane

  "Hey boss." Wilson greeted.

  "Wilson, make sure Joanne gets settled in." Jordan ordered, not even looking at him. His eyes were locked on Ashley's.

  Wilson snorted. "Yes, boss."

  When they were alone, he closed the distance between them, standing just a couple of inches from her. "Hi… did you miss me?" he asked in a low tone.

  "Were you away? I didn’t notice…" she lied through her teeth, sounding careless, but her heart was already drumming in her chest.

  He laughed, amused, getting another step closer to her. "Are you sure?" his finger traced her cheek and her lips.

  "I'm sure…" she persisted in the lie.

  He grabbed her by her chin and pulled her face up, taking possession of her lips is a passionate kiss, going deep inside her mouth, battling her tongue over control and conquering it all. His lips only left her when they were both struggling to breath.

  He took her by her hand and quickly dragged her to a bedroom at the end of the hall. He closed the door behind her and kissed her again, only pausing to take his t-shirt off.

  She moaned against his lips, and surrendered completely to him, inebriated by his touch, his scent and his taste.

  Without stopping the kissing, he slowly started to unzip her dress, opening it completely and pushing it down to make it puddle at her feet, exposing her beautiful, round breasts only covered by a white lace bra, to his eyes and hands.

  Then, he pushed her against the wall nearby, until her back was leaning on it.

  His hands pushed her bra aside, kneading her breasts with his big hands, pulling them closer to his mouth, so that he could kiss and nibble them at will.

  His hips pressed her stomach and she could feel the bulge of his hard cock poking her. Her hands went there driven by a desire she had stopped trying to understand. She stroked him a few times over the pants before unbuttoning them and freeing his cock from its prison, making it available to her hands to caress and stroke some more.

  Moaning under her touch, he trashed her panties, making way for his fingers, slightly forcing her legs apart. He lapped her lips, her clit, and pushed a finger inside her, relishing in her moans. He worked on her with his finger, then shoving in two, spreading her for him.

  "Did you miss me, nena?" he whispered in her ear, pressing both his fingers against her sensitive spot, as his thumb pressed her clit.

  She gasped, as shudders ran through her whole body. "No… no…" she teased. He pressed harder and she sobbed. "Oh, god… yes… yes… I missed you so much…"

  He took her hands away from his cock, and raising one of her legs he shoved his cock all the way in her tight pussy, stretching her walls even more, opening a passage for him.

  He drew it out almost completely just to thrust it back in, hard, before he started to plunge in and out, faster and faster, his face buried in her neck, kissing and nibbling.

  She took hold of his head, pulling him closer to her, her fingers running through his hair.

  Her moans were now so high, her breath so fast, that her mind was quickly falling in a turmoil of sensations. Her body shuddered so much, and she could feel his shuddering too against hers. With a few more thrusts he pushed her over the edge, jumping right after her, his teeth driven into the tender flesh of her neck, marking her as his and his alone. The orgasm was so powerful they were drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

  After a few moments, he carried her to the bed and laid there, one next to the other.

  "So, how was your day?" he asked when he recovered his breath.

  She giggled. "It was good. I baked cookies and learned how to make Norma's pasta marinara."

  "You like to cook?" he asked surprised.

  "Yes, it relaxes me. I used to do it in my free time." She explained.

  "That's good. Did you bring some of those cookies?" he asked with a naughty smile.

  "No, I didn’t even think of it. But I can prepare more if you want." She said, moments before she scolded herself. Why was she being nice to this man? Could she possibly think, deep down, that it could change things for her? Could she be that naïve?

  "I don’t think you'll have free time." He said with a grin.

  "I guess not."

  "Although, right now, I'm busy. Why don’t you give yourself a long bath in the Jacuzzi? I have to talk business with Wilson and Garcia and we'll meet for dinner?" he suggested, jumping out of bed.

  "That sounds like a good plan to me." She said, stretching.

  He went to the bathroom and returned only a few minutes later, buttoning his pants. He grabbed his t-shirt and put it on, before heading out. "Take care."

  Ashley stayed lying in bed for a few minutes thinking of how easily he was able to seduce her. She just hated that. It seemed he only had to touch her and she would melt down.

  Maybe she shouldn’t pay so much attention to that fact, but it just bothered her.

  Sighing, she jumped out of bed and went looking for the Jacuzzi.

  It was on the terrace outside the bedroom and it was so inviting she just couldn’t resist. She soaked her tired body in the warm water and relished in the bubbles and the water jets.

  She stayed there for at least half an hour, before she reluctantly left.

  She took a shower after it and washed her hair combing it in a loose bun and put on a simple black dress and matching sandals.

  When she was done, she went back to the living room. When she was walking through a closed door she was able to hear someone pounding a table.

  "No, you can't make me believe they have lost another shipment so soon." It was Jordan's voice, and for some reason, she stopped to listen. "Even someone as stupid as Nicholas Marquez, would have trouble losing another 400 kilos of the purest cocaine in just a few weeks."

  "Well, that's what they are claiming." Wilson's voice reached her loud and clear.

  "We need to find the truth behind this story. Despite what my father thinks, the whole Marquez family is a danger to our organization, and now I'm starting to think they are causing us losses on purpose."

  "Do you think they're stealing the drugs?" Garcia's voice came from a more distant point. "What for?"

  "To sell it, dumbass." Wilson ranted.

  "If they sell merchandise they claim they have lost to the police or to customs, they don’t need to share the profits with the rest of the group. They get to pocket it themselves." Jordan explained and it was obvious he was barely keeping his temper under control. "Get your best men on this, Wilson. I want to find out what the fuck is going on here."

  "I'm on it boss. They have been very careful so far, that's why we haven’t been able to find evidences." Wilson assured.

  "I know, I know. All of the others seem to be blind to what's going on here, but I'm sure this isn’t just bad luck or clumsiness." Jordan's tone showed his rage.

  "We'll get to the bottom of this, boss, rest assure."

  "We better, Wilson, my patience is running short."

  Taking that as a clue that the meeting was ending, Ashley quickly walked to the living room and took a seat on the couch.

  Only a few minutes later the three men joined her there.

  "Ashley, nena, I'm glad you're already here."

  "Have you finished your businesses?" she asked with a faint smile.

  "All done for tonight. Can I get you something to drink before dinner?" he smiled but she was able to tell he was still tense.

  "Oh, yes, a glass of white wine would be nice."

  "Good. I have a Portuguese one here that is my favorite. I'm sure you'll like it." He replied pouring two cups of wine and bringing her one. "Here, try it."

  She gave a small sip of the wine and rolled it in her mouth. "Oh, yes it's delicious."

  "I'm glad you like it." He took a seat next to her as Wilson and Garcia poured themselves their favorite drinks. "How was the Jacuzzi?" he whispered in her ear.

  "Uhm, delicious… the entire tub, just for myself… the bubbles swirling around my naked body…" sh
e answered clearly provoking him. Making him feel as vulnerable as she did to this desire, strangely made her feel better.

  "Oh, really? Then it was a real pity I wasn’t there with you." He said, with a grimace.

  At that moment, Joanne appeared at the door. "Dinner is ready, señor Jordan. Shall I serve it?"

  "Ah, Joanne, yes, please do. I'm suddenly very hungry." He answered, still looking at Ashley, his eyes making it clear he wasn’t talking about food.

  "Very well, señor."

  They all got up and headed to the table, placed in front of a huge window that looked out to the beach and the sea lightened by millions of stars.

  Dinner elapsed through light chitchat, about everything and about nothing, but Ashley could feel the tension in the men assembled at the table. It was obvious they were really upset with the situation she had overheard earlier.

  When dinner was over, Jordan took her for a walk on the beach, with their bare feet enjoying the remnant of the day's heat, captured by the golden sands.

  "You look distracted today." She couldn’t help asking. She was able to tell how troubled he was, and despite her common sense, she just couldn’t see him like that and stand idly.

  "Just a few problems, nothing of concern." He said, dismissing her worries.

  "Sometimes talking about it helps. I'm not going anywhere, either way." She suggested.

  He let out a dry laugh. "I guess. Maybe an impartial ear will be able to say if I'm overreacting here."

  "Well, I'm all ears." She said with a grimace. She knew that knowing more about him and his business wouldn't help her cause, but she felt the need to help him, so she just threw caution to the wind.

  He sat down on the sand and pulled her to his lap. "What do you know about General Marquez?"

  Chapter Fourteen

  "I know he is now one of the president's ministers, not sure of what, since he changes them so much, it's hard to keep track. Other than that, not much."

  "He's minister of Environment right now, and yes he has been in several ministries. Along with my father and three more generals, they created El Cartel. Each one of them control important areas of the national army. My father for instance, controls the National Guard, Marquez controls the army, especially the forces deployed on the borders, Ramirez controls the marines, Suarez the air force and Perez is a retired general now, working the connection in Miami." He explained.

  "And added to that, most of them occupy an important position in the government." She added.

  "Exactly, so being in control of the borders, and with little or no surveillance at all from the rest of the political forces, they knew it was the right moment to create a massive drug distribution, bringing part of the drugs from Colombia and even Ecuador and Peru, and the rest cultivating it right here in the country. The drugs would enter the country, protected by the guards and it would be shipped to the final destinations: the United States, Canada and Europe, passing some of it through the already existing nets in Honduras and Nicaragua, and the rest directly to Miami or Europe."

  "I had no idea what it all involved." She said, astonished with the details.

  "This is a huge operation, with a lot of people implicated and on a payroll." He continued. "We don’t provide drugs for national consumption. We leave that to the small organizations that have been operating for decades in the country. We are not interested in that."

  "And what is the problem then?" she invited him to continue.

  "That I'm sure that Marquez is playing foul. You must have heard on the news that we have lost a few shipments in the last couple of years."

  "Yes, I heard some of it."

  "In the past, we let the guard capture a few tons of drugs, to show the world we were fighting the drug smuggling, but the drugs were recovered and sent to their buyers with no problems."

  "Why I am not surprised to hear that?" she asked ironically. She had always suspected so. Everybody in the country knew the drugs were being handled by the army, so those supposed findings smelled fishy.

  He grinned, but didn’t comment. "But, lately, the Marquez family has lost three shipments that they weren’t able to recover, according to what they are saying"

  "And you don't think that's the truth?"

  "General Marquez doesn’t have children, so he put his nephews in charge of his part of the business. And I know Nicholas isn’t the most brilliant person you'll ever know, but even for him, it would be difficult to lose that amount of merchandise. Besides, Jonathan has all the brains his cousin misses, so it just doesn’t make sense." He punched his own hand, with frustration. "What makes sense is that they are playing us. They are pretending to lose the drug, a loss that the whole group absorbs, and then they are selling the drug themselves, getting the profit for themselves. Does that make sense to you?"

  "Yes, it does, and yes it's the more logical explanation. And I know what you mean about Nicholas Marquez, the man has serious problems." She answered, remembering the one time her path had crossed with the slimy man. She couldn’t help the shudder of revulsion that ran down her spine.

  "But my father is blind. He doesn’t want to think his lifetime friend would be capable of betraying him." He ranted, frustrated.

  "And maybe he isn’t, Jordan. You said yourself that Nicholas and Jonathan are the ones handling the Marquez business. Maybe, the general has nothing to do with it, and they're acting on their own." She suggested, trying to look at things from another angle.

  "Yes, I guess it's possible."

  "Why don’t you investigate them? See if they are getting more money then they should, check the distribution net and see if they have new suppliers… well, I'm sure I don’t need to show you how to do your job."

  He let out a small laugh and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. "No, you don’t. but you were right, talking to you helped me."

  She smiled, pleased. "I'm glad I was able to be of use."

  "Oh, nena, I assure you, you're of use." He whispered, kissing and nibbling her ear, going down her neck to her shoulder. "Let's go back to the house. I want to show you some of the uses you have." He said smiling, helping her up and getting up himself.

  "Maybe I don’t want you to…" she provoked him, taking a few steps away from him.

  "Who said you had a saying on it?" he asked, amused, trying to grab her, only to see her make the distance between them bigger.

  "I say…" she said, giggling, before starting to run away from him.

  Of course it didn’t take him much to grab her and pin her to the ground, his powerful body imprisoning hers.

  "You were saying?" he asked with a devious smile.

  "Oh… so not fair… my legs are shorter than yours…" she protested, laughing.

  "Who said I was fair?" he asked before claiming her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. "Come, I want you." He whispered, helping her up, and they returned to the house almost running, both overtaken by the burning fire that consume them, every time they were together.

  They reached the bedroom and between gasps and moans, they took off their clothes and fell onto the bed, in a frenzy of kisses and caresses that ended up in a blasting orgasm that merely was able to calm their passion enough for them to dedicate time to explore one another.

  He pulled her over his body, getting her face close to his, her body all over his, as he kissed her, in a long, passionate kiss, their tongues entangled into the most sensuous dance of all.

  This time, his hands ran over her whole body for him to feel every inch of her skin in close contact with his. His hands buried themselves in her amazing curled mane, as he pulled her even closer to him, kissing her all over her face, her cheeks, her amazing eyes, her sensitive ears, her neck, the line of her shoulder.

  He laid her down, and dedicated himself to explore every inch of her body, taking his time with her sumptuous breasts, one by one, caressing them, kissing them all over, squeezing them in his hands, pinching and pulling her nipples, taking them in his lips and sucking, de
vouring them.

  She was moaning loudly, her body burning once more in the fire he created in her, enticing him to go on, craving for his touch, and not wanting him to ever stop.

  His mouth traveled down, making a stop by her bellybutton, playing and kissing it, before he reached his target: her aching pussy.

  He kissed her, his fingers traveled all around her lips, sliding in, poking her entrance and teasing her clit. Soon his mouth reached the little button, already throbbing, eager to get his attention, and he didn’t keep it waiting.

  He passed the tip of his tongue over it, pressing just a little before taking it between his lips and sucking hard. Her small cry of pleasure made him smile, as his fingers found their way inside her, pushing two in, at the same time as he sucked her clit again, once, twice a few more times, until he had her coming wildly, coating his fingers with her sweet essence. Without giving her any respite, he settled between her thighs and teased her entrance with his hard cock, rubbing it up and down her slit, smearing it with her cream before he thrust it deep inside her.

  He grabbed her legs, from behind her knees, pushing them towards her chest, opening her even more to him, to gain full access to her. Every plunge would take him deeper inside her, and would let him feel as her walls clenched hard around him, as if trying to keep him buried inside her.

  But he wanted to go even deeper, so he flipped her around, putting her on all fours as he shoved himself in from behind, gripping her buttocks hard.

  She was moaning and panting as pleasure ripped through her, in perfect harmony with his grunts, and in no time they were once more prisoners in the claws of powerful pleasure that threw them up to the heights of desire.

  Her legs failed her and she collapsed on the bed with him on top of her. They stayed like that for a few seconds while their hearts and breaths returned to normal. Then, he laid beside her and pulled her close to him, her head resting on his shoulder, one of his legs crossed over hers, as they fell asleep.

  Ashley woke up once more alone in bed. The man obviously liked to get up early. She stayed in bed for a few moments examining all the conversation they had had the night before, and even though she didn’t excuse nor condoned them, she did understand it had been a huge temptation taking control over the drug traffic, having all the tools to make it so easy.