by Navi' Robins
“Not directly, no. But I doubt she would say no to getting their family’s company back. She just may not agree with the method that Hector is taking. But Hector forces her to work as a cleaning lady to spy on men like yourself, placed by your agency or the CIA to keep a close eye on the children of Hiram and Griselda, just in case they tried to get their company back. So now there’s a mad dash to grab this money before the other does.”
“Wait a minute. Did you just say he forces her? Now who’s the genius?” Brian responded, while twisting his mouth to the right side of his face and shaking his head, mimicking Ahmed’s previous facial expression. “I doubt Hector forces her to do anything.”
“Then you don’t know shit! Dismiss Hector’s mental capacity all you want, but don’t underestimate his need for brutality. He’s a man with a chip on his shoulder and an army at his disposal. Trust me; Rose is a pawn. Don’t get me wrong, she may enjoy some of her assignments. Clearly her current assignment was a very invigorating experience, but she doesn’t have the stomach to do what Hector does.”
Having heard enough, Brian decided to lift Ahmed from the floor and untie him. Ahmed’s entire body began to shake as he looked at Brian with fear in his eyes. He was expecting Brian to kill him, but all Brian did was point towards the door at the far side of the room. Ahmed swallowed hard and turned around, and looked at the dark green door with an uncomfortable stare. Looking back at Brian, he rapidly shook his head, refusing to get up from the chair.
“Why are you letting me go?” Ahmed asked, refusing to take his eyes off the gun Brian still held in his right hand.
“I have no use for you any longer. I’m here for a nuclear device, not sixty-four billion dollars. Although it may seem strange to you that I wouldn’t try and prevent you from carrying out your bank heist; the truth is, I couldn’t care less. So you’re free to go about your business with Hector, but I would warn you against telling him you and I had this lengthy conversation. You know, with his hunger for brutality…he may not understand you didn’t have a choice.”
“Just like that, huh? I don’t believe you. You plan on shooting me in the back, aren’t you?”
“I’m a killer, not a coward. You’re free to go wherever you want to go…either to Hector or back to Syria. Of course, my job title would advise me to encourage you to return home, but if what you’re saying is true, I’m not really in the position to be a legal authority any longer. So…yeah…do whatever you want. I will warn you though, if I see you again…”
His silence made it perfectly clear to Ahmed what Brian was saying and he quickly hopped out of the chair and scurried out the door. After the door closed behind Ahmed, Brian inhaled deeply and placed his gun back in its holster, before going about preparation for his next course of action.
CHAPTER NINE
Sex, Intruders and Another
High-Speed Chase
Brian walked through the large doors leading into his massive Mexico City home in a daze. His combat boots seemed to create an eerie echo on the sandstone tiles, as he walked towards the large open living area that opened up to a breathtaking view of the infinity pool and back yard. The house was quiet as a tomb and he relished in the silence as he flopped down on his plush white sofa. His entire world was spinning out of control and for a man used to being in complete control; this new reality was as foreign to Brian as the surface of Pluto. Covering his face with his hands, Brian let out a loud grunt, right before his ears caught the sound of whispered moans coming from upstairs.
Tilting his head to the side, Brian trained his ear to make sure his weary mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. But soon, the sensual sounds of sex filled his ears again and he immediately leaped from his couch, pulled out his sidearm and quickly made his way upstairs.
Carefully maneuvering through the hall leading to large white double doors to his master suite, Brian swallowed hard as he moved closer to his bedroom. He’d never been this nervous before, but with all the unaccounted variables of this mission, he didn’t know what to expect and when he kicked in the bedroom doors, the unexpected was exactly what his eyes beheld. Writhing and moaning on his California king bed in a sixty-nine position, was Rose and a strange beautiful brunette. Both women possessed bodies that were uncannily flawless and they caressed and groped each other with such desperation, Brian thought they were strangling each other’s head between their legs. The loud crashing sound of Brian storming through the doors didn’t deter either woman, as they continued to devour each other to the muffled sounds of their moans of pleasure.
Brian’s bed looked like a hurricane had swept through his room with his sheets and pillows thrown everywhere, revealing just how intense these two women were pleasing and being pleased by the other. The longer Brian watched the two women on his bed, the more his fear and anger subsided, tapping into his more carnal side, and the growing excitement in his pants was a clear indication.
Standing there licking his lips, Brian slowly lowered his gun and once his weapon was at his side, Rose looked up from between the brunette’s legs with a look of sorrowed pleasure. Licking her lips, she smiled at Brian with a look of danger and invitation in her eyes. All the questions he should’ve been asking whisked away from his mind and the only question that remained was which woman he should taste first.
Ten minutes later, Brian was surrounded in pleasure and flesh, as the three embarked on a sexual campaign that seemed to lift the trio from the surface of his bed and into the stratosphere. Never in the thirty-two years of his life had Brian experienced this level of sexual pleasure; it was more potent than the worse emotion, more addictive than the most dangerous drug. His mouth was filled with the flavor of each woman’s secret passage and their flavors were intoxicating. Not to be outdone, both of the women shared in pleasing him without inhibitions or selfish motives. They both assisted each other in pleasing him, using their mouths and sexual centers to break him down into sexual submission. Nothing else mattered to either of them as they dug in deeper into each other. In rare form, Brian had both women on the verge of climax, when the sharp sound of shattering glass and gunfire filled the air. Both women had him pinned down as they continued to ride his manhood and face, unbothered by the multiple gunmen invading the bedroom.
Brian quickly reached down between the mattress and headboard, pulling out a silver Glock 27 and began to fire in the direction of the sounds of movement in the room. The armed men began to fall to the ground, as Brian’s aim was perfect, splattering them all over the white walls in his bedroom. Brian quickly forced both women over as he rolled on top of them, with the brunette’s legs still wrapped around his head and his throbbing muscle still deep inside Rose, who was now gyrating uncontrollably from the oncoming explosion between her legs. Lifting his upper torso, Brian turned and aimed at the two men moving on his balcony. Feeling the rush of her own orgasm, the brunette wrapped her arms and legs around his head in a fetal embrace.
Looking between the small space between the brunette’s thigh and arm, Brian fired six more shots at the men trying to climb over the balcony’s railings while still thrusting violently inside of Rose, who was now overcome with the ecstasy. Right before Rose’s tsunami exploded all over Brian’s bed, she tightened her inner walls, caressing his invading muscle and squeezing all of him inside of her. His sudden eruption caused him to yell out as his muscles gave in. He then tossed his gun to his left hand while using his right to brace himself up as he fired five more shots at the remaining invaders, killing them and leaving a bloody mess all over his once white and tranquil bedroom. The smell of sex and gunfire filled the air as the three of them collapsed on the bed, breathing like exhausted animals…
“WHAT DA FUCK WAS THAT?” Brian exploded, yelling over the sound of the roaring engine of his 2016 Range Rover at Rose sitting totally nude in the front passenger seat.
“That, papa, was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, probably yours as well. You don’t have to deny it, papa! I can still feel you cum
ming inside of me, my God, you rumbled so hard.”
Brian’s eyes widened when he felt Rose’s hand reach over and began to rub against his crotch, attempting to arouse him again.
“Are you serious? Members of the Escorpiones cartel are chasing us yet again, and you’re in my truck with your hand on my dick? You didn’t get enough back there?”
“I’ll never get enough of you papa…never. I want you again, right here and right now,” she moaned, as she leaned over and pulled him out of his black combat pants. Feeling his hardness, Rose licked her lips right before she took all of him in her mouth as his eyelids fluttered and almost caused them to hit an oncoming garbage truck headed in the opposite lane.
“Oh shit! Stop this now!” Brian yelled and before he could stop her, the brunette sitting in the back seat reached forward, wrapped her thong around his neck; pinning his head on the seat’s headrest. Brian attempted to fight back, but the more he struggled, the brunette tightened her thong around his neck, cutting off his circulation him. As the brunette strangled him, Rose used her mouth to give Brian a mouth massage that made his entire body jerk and his toes curl. As Rose’s head began to move up and down faster in Brian’s lap, the brunette whispered in Brian’s ear, “Mmmm papi…se siente rico.” (Mmmm daddy…feels good.)
Trying to concentrate as Rose and the brunette held him captive, Brian attempted to maneuver the SUV around the streets of Polanco, with a host of Escorpiones in pursuit, firing at the Range Rover without a care for civilian casualties. Rose, on the verge of making Brian explode, jerked her head back and then in one quick motion, leaped onto Brian’s lap and slid him inside of her. Terrified while still pinned back against the seat by the brunette, Brian felt Rose’s hot passage receive him as she moved her ass vigorously, screaming as she fucked him with an animalistic aggression. Still trying to see around Rose and control the truck that was now slowing down, Brian squealed, “Stop this now before we’re all killed!”
“Y que hermosa manera de morir seria,” (And what a beautiful death it would be) the brunette whispered in his ear as she gently licked it. Her voice and the sensation of Rose’s violent fucking caused Brian to explode and she received him as she experienced her own climax simultaneously. Kissing his neck while giggling, Rose jumped off Brian’s lap back into the passenger seat. Seeing that Rose was done with Brian, the brunette released him and sat back down in the back seat. Breathing heavily while secretly plotting to kill them both when the chance presented itself, Brian stomped down on the gas and attempted to lose their pursuers…
CHAPTER TEN
Where’s Ahmed?
The rancid stinging smell of death whisked up Hector’s nose, causing his eyes to water momentarily as he walked over the devastation that remained of his motorcade designed to protect Ahmed Basara. The strangling heat and humidity made Hector’s anger quickly transform to rage and he suddenly felt the insatiable need to kill something. As Hector and forty other soldiers of his cartel walked over the burning metal and bodies, each of them looked at each other in disbelief as the handful of trackers ahead of them gave details of how many assailants bombarded this heavily armed convoy. One…just one man caused all the devastation that sprawled around this jungle road infested with flies and flesh eating birds, and insects.
“Are you sure?” Hector yelled at the trackers ahead of him.
“Si, Rey Hector. Un Hombre.” (One man)
Impossible, Hector thought as he gritted his teeth. “Who could do such a thing against thirty men, Hector asked while stepping over another body.
One of the trackers turned to face Hector and replied, “So far, Rey Hector, there isn’t anyone in all of Mexico or South America capable of this. This was the work of an extranjero. I would say CIA, but I doubt they have anyone this skilled. This is someone new, someone very dangerous and efficient. He covered his tracks to perfection and there’s no way we can track him beyond the convoy. Sorry, Rey Hector.”
Shaking his head while looking down at the ground, Hector forced a smile as he placed his hand on the tracker’s shoulder, attempting to reassure him that his failure was acceptable. But in the back of his mind, Hector wanted to place a bullet down the tracker’s throat, but he knew he needed every man he had in the coming days. The Escorpiones cartel was getting bolder each day, and with the Federales increasing their presence near his compound, Hector knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to fight enemies on two fronts. Hector suddenly began to squeeze the tracker’s shoulder with so much force, the tracker’s right knee gave way and he grimaced in pain as his body leaned to the right, as he considered just how much trouble he was in.
“I understand, good job, but we need to find Ahmed. He’s the reason for all of this and if we lose him, all of our brothers would’ve died for nothing. So, let’s find him and this fucker that killed our brothers and get our revenge! “Compañeros de armas!” (brothers in arms) Hector yelled, while giving his men the cartel’s salute. The quick and dynamic gesture seemed to rally his men into action and they all started moving in every direction, attempting to find any signs of Ahmed and his captor.
Hector stood next to the jeep Ahmed was riding in while watching his men rush into the surrounding jungle. He knew none of them would find what they were looking for, because he already knew who was responsible for this mayhem. He just prayed his little sister was safe…
MEXICO CITY
Ahmed sat on the hard metal barrel trembling, jumping at the slightest sound near him as he contemplated his next move. At first, he was determined on leaving Mexico and heading back home to Syria. But after he considered going back home empty-handed, that wasn’t an option so he got off the airport shuttle bus and walked for hours, before seating his exhausted body on the large metal barrel. He was a wanted man by some of the most powerful people on the planet and unless he could disappear, he would never be safe and the only way anyone could effectively disappear in this world would either be by death or a lot of money. The kind of money he would have if he saw this heist through. As he thought about heading for Hector’s compound, Brian Turner’s warning kept echoing in his mind… ”If I see you again.” Brian Turner frightened the Syrian because he was a highly-trained assassin, who believed he was on the right side of things, a very dangerous combination. Hector was a man Ahmed could figure out quite easily; Hector was driven by wealth, privilege, revenge and violence. Brian was driven by a false sense of patriotism and after being dealt a heaping scoop of truth, Brian might turn out to be one of the world’s most dangerous men, without a flag or country to call his own.
So, his silent threat resonated with the Syrian more than any other threat he’d been given. But he knew if he didn’t make a decision soon, he might find himself in the custody of someone who wouldn’t be so “cordial” as Special Agent Turner. Looking around like a frightened rodent, Ahmed rose to his feet and began walking in the direction of Hector’s compound.
If I’m gonna die, I might as well get rich or die trying.
After several hours of aimlessly searching the jungle surrounding the scene of the convoy attack, Hector and his men decided to head back into Mexico City to see if any of his espias (spies) might have spotted the Syrian wandering through the streets. But Hector would need to contact his espias in person. Communication via mobile phone, even “burners” wasn’t secure, especially knowing how many different secret service agencies were operating in Mexico City. Climbing into his white H1 armored Hummer, Hector punched the side of the door before yelling, “Vamonos!” (Let’s go!)
The driver floored the gas pedal, causing the Hummer’s tires to spin and burn rubber before speeding towards Mexico City…
Three hours later, Hector hopped out of his Hummer before it came to a complete stop and quickly walked inside a local bar. His nostrils were immediately met with the sharp smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke as his eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit interior. Flanked by two huge heavily armed men, Hector made his way towards the back of t
he bar. The bar was moderately occupied, but everyone present seemed oblivious to his presence. A reaction to his reputation as a violent man, who didn’t hesitate to kill anyone he felt threatened him or his position of power in Mexico City.
Walking through a small doorway, Hector stood in the middle of a small room filled with large piles of cash wrapped in plastic. On the far side of the room was a large, overweight man smoking a cigar while nervously ushering the three men towards the large wooden table in the middle of the room.
“Rey Hector, por favor, sientese,” (King Hector, please sit.) the man said, while trying to force a smile.
Hector made his way to the table and flopped down in the chair, causing it to rock from the sudden weight. One of the armed men remained at the door while the other one joined Hector at the table, standing on his right side. Once the large man sat down across from Hector, as Hector placed his silver hand cannon on the table and slowly moved the nozzle in the man’s direction like he was playing the game “spin the bottle”. Noticing his large frame in the line of fire the large man began to stutter and shake; a reaction Hector wanted. Fear of death always caused people to cut the bullshit short and get down to what mattered and Hector had very little time for bullshit.
“César, no tengo mucho tiempo, así que necesito saber si tu o alguno de tus hombres ha visto un Árabe errante hoy en la ciudad?” (Caesar, I don’t have much time so I need to know if you or any of your men has seen an Arab wandering in the city today?)
“Sí Rey Hector, he estado escuchando acerca de un Árabe extraño que parecía encaminarse en la dirección de su compuesto.” (Yes Rey Hector, I’ve been hearing about a strange Arab that seemed to be heading in your compound’s direction.)