by Capps, Bonny
My grandmother shakes her head as she takes a gulp of her margarita, “Tony, let the poor girl live. She isn’t a goddamn poster child, for fuck-sake.”
“Mother!” My mother exclaims.
I reach up to tuck my hair behind my ear and my father’s eyes snap to my engagement ring. I’ve managed to keep my left hand under the table to avoid questions. Well, it’s too late for that.
“What in God’s name is on your finger Amelia?” My father growls as he stands and leans over the table. All eyes are on my hand.
Gabe’s lips curl up as he looks around the table, “Well, I guess now is better than never.” He locks eyes with my father, “We’re to be wed. Tonight.”
The blood drains from my families faces as they look from Gabe to me.
Finally, after the seconds ticked away without a word, my mother speaks, “Well. That is certainly a surprise.” She plasters a smile on her face as she continues, “I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t shocked. It’s a shame that I couldn’t have helped with the planning.”
My father is fuming. His eyes have not left Gabe’s. Gabe reaches out towards my father, “Thank you for your blessing, sir. I’ll take good care of her.”
My father slumps down into his chair and clumsily returns the handshake.
“Tony, please tell me that you didn’t! She’s only a child!” My grandmother exclaims.
Gabe takes a sip of his chardonnay, “Far from a child.”
Grandma June’s eyes snap to his as she bellows, “Who in the hell do you think you are?”
Gabe smiles slyly, “We’ve already gone over this, June. I’m Gabriel Thibault,” He pauses as he gets up and stands behind me before grasping my shoulders, “and this will be Amelia Thibault come tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Gabe
I STAND UNDER THE ARBOR as I await my bride. It has been decorated in white flowers – I’m not a flower genius, so I couldn’t tell you what kind. It’s just the minister and myself up here. Amelia’s mother and grandmother sit in the white chairs ahead. Her grandmother loathes me, and it’s apparent in her hatred filled gaze. Go on, old lady – you do not scare me. She’s been pretty toasty all day, sipping margaritas. I guess the idea of her granddaughter marrying me stresses her out. Amelia’s mother, on the other hand, is happy as a clam. I have to grit my teeth when I hear that woman speak.
I’m wearing a white suit with a black dress shirt and I have one of the white flowers tucked into my pocket. My hands are folded in front of me as the violinist begins playing the wedding march. We’re right on the shore as we wait for Amelia and her father. The sun is dipping beneath the ocean in the distance, the waves pick up different hues as they crush against the next. The white fabric that has been strung over the arbor catches in the breeze.
When I see her, my breath catches in my throat. She’s stunning. Her hair was left down and is styled with soft curls which frame her round face. Her rounded hips are prominent in the form fitting, fishtail gown that I had tailored to fit her like a glove. Her father has his arm linked through hers as he grudgingly walks her down the aisle. Her little hand holds the bouquet of red roses with a vice grip. She looks utterly terrified.
Her father nods haltingly as he offers me his one and only child. His eyes are filled with remorse as he lifts her veil, and kisses her cheek. She turns her face away from him with an absolute look of disgust.
I grasp her hand and turn her to face me. I’m a foot away from my future wife, and all that I can think of is stripping her bare, and claiming her as Mrs. Gabriel Thibault.
“You look beautiful.” I whisper, and she quickly diverts her eyes as the minister begins,
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today…”
“She’s yours now, Gabe.”
The voice rattles away in my head.
Yours.
Yes, mine. Mine.
“… with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Gabriel, you may now kiss the bride.”
A smile creeps across my face as I snake my arm around her waist and press my lips to hers.
I sit at the beachside bar. It’s late, past midnight. I’m a married man now, and where’s my wife? She’s with her grandmother. The old, wrinkled, foul mouthed lush. Whatever. It’s nice to get away from Amelia’s weird ass family. Two days left in Cabo, then she’s all mine to do as I wish.
“Anything else?” The bartender asks. He’s an older man, wearing a bright Hawaiian print shirt.
I nod as I slide my empty beer towards him. He turns, fetches me another and pops the cap.
“You used to be a whisky man.” I hear. The voice is a familiar flatness. I turn and see Eddie McFarlan a few stools down, the same son-of-a-bitch that hired me for my first hit.
“No shit.” I say as I stand and take a seat next to him, “Eddie-Fuckin-McFarlan. How are you, man? It’s been a while.”
I’ve known Eddie for a long time. He was a good friend of my father’s. He’s in his mid to late sixties. He has long, grey hair and a mustache. He’s wearing his usual cowboy hat.
“No shit.” Eddie says as he bites down on his unlit cigar.
“What are you doing here?” I ask before taking a swig of my beer.
He tinkers with the sweating tumbler in front of him, “Tailed your ass here. I heard business has slowed.”
I eye the bartender who has busied himself with another customer before my gaze shifts back to Eddie’s, “Yeah. What about it? It will pick back up. It always does.”
He huffs as he sips the amber liquid, “Yeah, but it’s only a matter of time before you snap that pretty little thing’s neck in half.”
I cock an eyebrow, “So you’ve seen my lovely wife?”
“I have,” He responds, “she didn’t look too happy about your sudden exchange of vows. Where’d you find her anyway?”
I sigh, “I’m in cahoots with her father. He owed me money. Didn’t pay up.”
Eddie ticks his tongue as he shakes his head, “Man, I usually wouldn’t put anything past you…”
“And you shouldn’t.” I respond, “So. You followed me here. Why?”
“I need you to do a job.” He says, his voice is always monotone and gravelly.
“Alright.” I say, “You could have just followed the normal procedure for contacting me.”
“This job, or shall I say ‘jobs’ is different than any other request. This is to send a message.”
I take another swig of beer, “Go on.”
“It’ll take a year, Gabe. I have certain wishes for three of ‘em. The others, you can do as you please.”
“How many are we talking here?” I ask.
“There’s twelve of ‘em.” He responds before taking another sip, “I want a kill a month.”
“What’s this about Eddie?” I implore. I’m honestly curious.
“My daughter went missing over four years ago. Her body was located last week. She was sold, man. A fuckin’ sex slave, sold to the highest bidder by some Mexican trading ring. Like I said, there’s twelve of ‘em. I know their names and locations. One of ‘em is here in Cabo – he’s one of the kidnappers, the one that took her. Pick him off first. I don’t give a shit how. The others are spread out through the states, mostly in the south, close to the border.” He leans closer, “You can do whatever sick shit you want, but there’s three of the bastards that I have special requests for. Mauricio Garcia, Antoine Rivera and Roman Cruz – they’re the ones that I want you to seriously fuck with. You know that term “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil”? Yeah, use your fucked up imagination – I don’t want ‘em to see, speak or hear ever again. They tortured her, they raped her, and they’re the ones in charge.”
“Wow.” I say, my voice bland, “So, you do know that I charge a million for each, you’re looking at 12 million.”
He nods a he reaches over to retrieve a black duffel bag, “It’s all there, along with the list.”
I smirk as I polish off my
beer and swing the bag over my shoulder once I stand, “I’ll be in touch.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Amelia
I SIGH AS I ROCK ON TOP OF GABE, his length leaving me vacant one second and then slamming into me the next, filling me.
“Gabe… oh god, Gabe!” I exclaim as I wind tight. I’ve graduated from calling him master since we married – lucky me.
His pelvic bone is rubbing my clit while his cock hits my sweet spot every time he slides back inside of me. His hard chest is tight, his pecks firm. The muscles in his arms ripple as his strong hands grip my hips. His jaw is clenched, and his nostrils flare, as his green eyes stay locked onto mine. Gabe likes it when I look into his eyes while he fucks me.
“…Fuck…” He growls as he flips me over onto my back. I sink further into the mattress as his body weighs down on mine. He holds my wrists together with one hand as the other grips my leg and shoves it towards the side of my head.
“Come on my dick, Amelia.” He demands, and I do. My walls come crashing down as ecstasy explodes throughout my body. His rock hard form tenses above me as his hot come explodes over my sore cervix.
“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” He murmurs as he falls to his side with my legs still tangled around his waist.
I can only hope.
He rests his head on his hand as he traces circles around my pebbled nipples, “I can’t wait to put a baby inside of you, Amelia.”
My eyes snap to his, “No.”
His lips curl up into a lazy smile, “You will carry my child, one day, maybe soon, maybe not. But, you’re my wife, and you will give me a son.”
I shake my head stiffly as I look up at the ceiling. I could never consciously have a child with Gabe. How could anyone? I want the man that I decide to spend my days with and have children with to be a role model, not a killer. What type of role model would Gabe be?
“Oh, here little Timmy… all you do is take the poor victim, strap them onto The Rack, and then pull them apart.”
No! Absolutely not! I will figure out a way to stay on birth control. Or I could just rip his balls off. The latter makes me smile.
“We’re going out tonight. I need your… assistance.” He says coolly.
I give him a warning look, “Assistance? How so?”
“I’ve got business here in Cabo, and then more after that which will require travelling. I’ll be hiring a staff.” He pauses when he sees my eyebrows raise, “A trusted, well paid staff.”
I roll my eyes, “Okay, so back to tonight. What does it entail?”
He traces his thumb over my jaw, “I need you to lure someone here.”
I sit up on my elbow, “Absolutely not!”
“No, see… that’s where you’re wrong.” He pauses as he grips my neck and slams my upper body back down onto the soft mattress. I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth and suckles and nips at it before pulling away. I let out an appreciative sigh as he moves onto the other and does the same.
“You will, Amelia,” He growls as he crawls on top of me, nudging my thighs open with his leg before his substantial length fills my sore pussy once more, causing me to gasp.
“You’ll do it because you’re my wife,” He thrusts into me with force before continuing, “For better or worse.”
I’m wearing a skimpy “little black dress”, and little it is. It barely covers my ass as Gabe stands behind me and runs his hands over my ribs.
“So, what’s with this guy? Why are we doing this?” I ask, wincing at the mention of ‘we’, as in both of us… killing someone.
Gabe chuckles before nipping at my neck, “Old friend of my father’s followed me here. His daughter went missing and they ended up finding her dead, she was taken by a Mexican sex ring, and sold as a slave. I’ve got twelve of these fuckers that I’ve got to kill off. The kidnappers on tonight’s menu.”
I gasp. That’s, well… terrible.
“Wow.” I murmur before my eyes snap back to Gabe’s, “So… what? You’re going to kill him here? In this room? It’ll be a mess.”
Gabe tilts his head to the side as he examines my face, “I didn’t expect you to be so… shall I say, compliant.”
I cross my arms over my chest, “You say that as though I have a choice.”
“Touché.” He mumbles as he grips my arms, “Tonight it will have to be clean. Unfortunately. You lure him here, get his dick hard – then I get his ass.”
My mouth drops open, “Gabe, I’m not fucking him!”
His jaw clenches, “No. You’re not. However, you’re to seduce him. Maybe get rid of some of these clothes, give him a show. Keep him distracted.”
My cheeks flush at the mention of stripping for a complete stranger. I divert my eyes.
Gabe raises my chin so I can see his green eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he stands behind me, “Consider this a favor to society. I never thought of my work as charity, but it is what it is.”
I huff. Well, at least I will not be the one killing him. He kidnaps girls for a sex ring, he’s a piece of shit. I could consider the possibility that Gabe is lying, but I’d rather believe that he’s telling the truth about this man. I think about my mother and grandmother sleeping soundly a few doors down. If anything, I am doing this for them. I don’t have a choice in the matter.
“Okay.” I whisper, “Let’s get this over with.”
I sip my margarita that I had ordered at the bar. Thankfully, the legal drinking age in Mexico is eighteen, so at least I can calm my nerves a bit.
To say that I’m freaked out is an understatement; I’m fucking terrified. He said it would be clean. Clean. What does that mean? Like, smother him with something?
Gabe showed me a picture of him. He’s handsome and clean cut. You wouldn’t think that he’s a kidnapper. Perhaps that’s how he lures in the unsuspecting girls. I feel for them. I know what it’s like to be stolen away. My life stripped from me unwillingly. So, that helps calm me somewhat.
“Hello.” I hear. The voice is deep with a slight accent. I look up at the mirror behind the shelves stocked with bottles of top shelf liquor. It’s him.
“Hi.” I whisper. He takes a seat next to me, and his light brown eyes implore mine. His jaw is strong and his nose is narrow. His tanned skin is smooth, with a five o’clock shadow. He’s incredibly exotic and sexy.
“What is a beautiful girl such as yourself doing here alone?” He asks.
My gaze travels to where Gabe is sitting alone in a dark booth. The low lighting barely catches in his blonde hair. His face is hidden in the shadows.
I clear my throat as I look towards the man once more, “I was waiting for a friend, but he still hasn’t shown up. I think I’ve been stood up.”
He shakes his head as he clucks his tongue, “I can’t imagine anyone doing that to you. He’d be a fool.”
“Perhaps he is a fool.” I say softly, trying my best to be seductive.
“Perhaps… what’s your name?” He asks.
“Amelia. Yours?”
“Max.” He whispers.
He bites his lip before leaning in and whispering against my neck, “Would you accompany me somewhere quieter? I’d like to get to know you better, Amelia.”
“Yes.” I sigh. I put on like I’m tipsy. Gabe made that a point. I need to act as if I’ve lost my inhibitions. I guess my mock slurred speech helped, because he was quick to get me out of here and into bed.
We get to the hotel room that Gabe and I share. I stop and eye the camera mounted to the corner of the hallway. I slide the key in hesitantly. Cameras are not good when you’re trying to kill someone. The lock turns and I push the door open. Max doesn’t take any time before slamming me against the wall, his hand travelling up my bare thigh. I gasp as his lips crash into mine, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth and then into my mouth. His free hand begins kneading my breast roughly.
I pull my lips from his, “Wait... Why don’t you go take a seat and I’ll make us a drink.”
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nbsp; He practically growls as he leans against me, his hands on both sides of my head.
“It will only take a minute.” I whisper, and he reluctantly trudges across the room to the couch. The wind blows through the opening which leads to the secluded balcony. I smell the ocean in the air as I pour us each a tumbler of bourbon.
I recollect myself before turning and swaying my hips from side to side seductively. The door to the suite is partially ajar. That will allow Gabe access once I start distracting Max.
I hand Max his drink before pressing ‘play’ on the stereo system. “Bad Romance” by 30 Second to Mars begins streaming through the speakers. How fitting, I think to myself.
I make my way back over to Max once I remove the strappy heals that I’ve been wearing. I stop in front of him before downing my drink and placing the tumbler onto the table. I lean over and trail kisses from his neck to his collar as I take his drink and gently place it on the table beside the couch.
I see the door slowly opening more and more in my peripheral vision. The back of the couch is facing the door, so only I can see Gabe sauntering in with the cable tie wrapped around each fist, unbeknownst to Max.
I sway my hips from side to side in rhythm with the music as Max’s hungry eyes watch my body. Gabe watches me as I slide the dress over my shoulders, and then over my chest. I slowly wiggle the dress over my body as both men watch. Before I know it, Max grabs my hips once I step out of the dress and makes me straddle him. I feel his hard length beneath me, but my eyes do not leave Gabe’s as I grind into Max.
Gabe is giving me a warning look. Perhaps I’ve gone too far? Perhaps I don’t give a shit? This entire thing is morbidly thrilling. My jealous husband, the handsome kidnapper – yes, I’m asking myself the same thing – what in the fuck is wrong with me?