FIRE & LIES (Hunters Inc Book 1)

by JM LOWE

  Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention as the four who had left earlier re-joined them.

  "Han, I need you to stay here with Chris, we are gonna be gone for a few hours and I don’t want you trying to pull any stupid stunts." Big brother Harry was back, she smiled at him but she was frightened. If anything happened to him, to either of the men who stood in front of her, she didn’t know what she would do.

  They were all dressed in their now customary black boots/cargo pant combo, but the hoodies had been replaced with black tight t's and there were enough muscles on display to make every girl within a hundred miles’ swoon. Jacks was without doubt thee hottest guy she had ever seen walk the earth, but no doubt about it, every single one of them could have walked straight from the pages of GQ.

  At some point, they had fitted ear comms, and if they carried weapons, she had no idea where they had put them, no obvious visible signs to where they might be concealed.

  She noted something between them all had changed subtly, the laughter and banter not so apparent anymore, now they held themselves as though this was business, they were ready to do what needed to be done and Hannah suddenly felt helpless. Tears welling in her eyes, thank god for the distraction that was Emma walking into the kitchen yawning, her bed head drew more than the odd stir as she walked past the group to the coffee.

  Harry watched her as she ignored him. Jenson smiled "Ok Ladies." again referring to the group of men "We need to move, things to do and all that. "

  The room started to empty, Harry gave Hannah a kiss on the head as he passed her, before leaning in and whispering something to Emma that caused her to blush, leaving Jacks bringing up the rear.

  He picked her up like she weighed nothing and sat her on the counter, the tears she had been fighting now threatened to fall as his finger hooked under her chin, lifting her face so he could look at her.

  "Han, look at me Sweetheart." She did as he asked, his face was serious but his eye and his voice soft "If you need anything let Chris know ok, he can contact us if we need to come back. But I need you to stay here, it’s going to make our job a lot easier if we don't have to worry about you. I need you to be safe ok."

  Hannah couldn't speak, she knew if she did the tears would fall and the last thing he needed was a stupid woman crying when he needed to keep his head straight. She nodded that she had understood, it was all she could manage, then he leaned in and gave her the softest of kisses. She sighed and leaned into him and as much as he wanted to deepen the kiss, now wasn't the time or the place.

  "Ok, come on lover boy, she’s gonna be here when we get back now move your ass." Jenson stood with his arms folded across his broad chest. Then gave her a reassuring wink as Jacks walked past him.

  The two of the blacked-out Range Rovers made their way towards Sanchez compound. They had arranged to swop vehicles at half way point, if there was one good thing that came from being military current or ex, it meant that there was always a network of brothers ready to help whenever the call came. Jenson had arranged for the Rovers to be swopped for a large panel van with two sliding side doors, it was non-descript, nothing that would draw attention which was the whole idea. If Sanchez had been watching her, there was a good chance that he knew she had been moved and what vehicles had been used to move her, if they didn't change vehicles, they might as well announce their arrival using sirens and flashing blue lights.

  Connor had worked some magic and got them fresh aerial shots of the Sanchez compound. Thank god for street mapping on the internet.

  The man didn't have an original idea in his fucking head Jacks thought as he listened to Conner talk them through the blue prints Harry had obtained.

  For the third time since they had climbed into the van, Connor had made each man repeat the various points that they would be covering, this was the best they could do with the short amount of time they had been given to prepare.

  There was one gate in and out of the compound, a small intercom system to allow the electronic gate to be opened by remote, that meant it would be easy to gain access, wouldn’t take long to bypass the wires. There were cameras situated on every corner of the main house, the Spanish hacienda style building was white in colour with a terracotta tiled roof, it had a large pool with palm trees in large pots scattered around. The lawns where freshly laid turf, the joins still visible, it made Jacks want to gag, everything about this mother fucker made his skin crawl.

  He really was some slimy little dick who thought he was in an episode of Miami Vice, but he had no idea how pathetic his attempts to look powerful fell seriously short. If this was the best he could do, this was going to be easy, stupid small time fuck playing at being a drug lord, it was laughable.

  Half a mile out, Briggs pulled the van over and the men got out one by one. Each knew their roll, Harry hated that he was now the designated driver, but the risk of him being seen was to great, he'd had to fight to be allowed to come this far, leaving him behind with Hannah, Emma and Chris would have been more practical, but after Harry had threatened to follow them in the other rover after they left, Jenson had relented and allowed him to come on the understanding that he stayed with the van. What he wouldn’t give to be crawling through the long grass in his Guillie suit right now.

  "Check comms, everyone good?" Jenson’s voice deep and crisp, Jacks nodded as he fitted his ear piece.

  "If at any time something doesn't feel right, we pull out understand, now, you all know what to do, no heroics boyfriend, you get me?" Jenson looked at Jacks who again nodded.

  "I'm good." one by one they ran in different directions, each man disappearing into the shadows.

  Carlos Sanchez smiled to himself as he ended the call. It was done, let’s see how long it took before the little bitch went running back to her precious bar now. He wanted to see her face as she stood and watched the place as it burned to the ground. He had thought about her a lot the past few months, all the time waiting for her, the thought of her screaming as she watched the last connection to her poor dead father go up in flames as she stood helpless, fuck he was getting hard just thinking about it.

  He took out his cock as he sat back in his leather chair and stroked himself, that bitch made him fucking hard and he needed release.

  "Maria" he called, “Come in here would you please."

  "Sir?" A woman in her mid-forties dressed in a pale grey maids’ uniform knocked before she entered his office. Her eyes immediately drawn to the action of his hand as he sat and rubbed his hard cock in his hand.

  "Come here Maria and get on your knees." His words caused her to pale, please god no, he wouldn’t. He had made the other female staff do things to him, she had comforted them after he had forced himself on them, but he had never tried anything with her.

  "Oh my god, no Sir, no Senor Sanchez ,please , I go make lunch for you yes?" Maria shook her head as she spoke.

  "I said get on your fucking knees Maria" he stood, walked towards her, Maria backing away, the hard surface of the wall hit her back as he had manoeuvred her away from the door.

  "I won't tell you again, now you either get on your fucking knees and suck my cock in that mouth of yours or I beat you to within an inch of your life and then you will suck my cock with your swollen lips anyway and then I will have my men come in here and fill every hole you have as I sit and watch, I'm sure you can handle three at a time can't you Maria? Now choose."

  Maria began to cry, beg ...CRACK... the gold ring seared across her face as he landed a hit with the back of his hand, her cheek feeling like it had exploded, the taste of blood instantly filling her mouth.

  "Please please no" Sanchez even more turned on as he watched her crying and pleading with him, oh how he loved the power he held over her, she was nothing, another useless bitch to be used for his pleasure, easily replaceable.

  CRACK

  This time the blow landed close to her eye and the force instantly caused a swelling to form.

  "Now, suck and you will swal
low every last drop of my cum do you understand me!" Maria cried as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, pushing her to the floor, he placed one hand on the wall to steady himself, his other guided his now throbbing cock into the mouth of a frightened and bleeding Maria. She gagged, her cries masked as he forced himself into her, she grabbed at his thighs trying desperately to push him off her, CRACK. Same side, same eye, she could do nothing except pray this was over quickly, she grabbed onto his wrist as he tightened the grip on her hair, the sound of clumps being torn from her scalp, the pain like nothing she had ever experienced.

  Sanchez started to pump her mouth, his fingers tight in her hair keeping her head in place as he forced his cock to the back of her throat, Maria was wrenching but Carlos didn’t stop, he pumped her harder, he needed to cum, his eyes closed. He had shifted them both against the wall as he slammed into her, the pain from her head as it hit against the wall almost causing her to lose consciousness.

  He gritted his teeth as his release drew near, the semiconscious woman now half slumped against a table fulfilling his need.

  "Take me Maria, that's it, suck my cock Maria, you like that don't you, yes, yes, that's it."

  His head tipped back as he imagined Hannah's mouth on him. This felt good, but nothing to how it would feel when it was her mouth that would be on him. The image of her sucking him sent him straight to orgasm, a deep groan came from his throat as he released into the broken woman's mouth, the veins in his neck protruding as he shuddered, his last forceful thrusts giving him the climax he had been craving "Aarghhh Yeesss"... oh Hannah Taylor was going to suck him just like that.

  Maybe he wouldn’t kill her after all, perhaps he would keep her around, he was sure his men would like a share of the goods, they could all put her pretty little mouth to use, yes, perhaps he would keep her.

  "Good girl." Carlos Sanchez put himself away and zipped up his pants before he casually returned to his chair and picked up his phone "Bring a car."

  It had been a temporary fix, but he needed more.

  Maria slumped against the wall, her eye swollen shut and her mouth bleeding, the need to be sick overwhelming her, that bastard would pay...if it was the last thing she did.

  Hannah dropped then phone and screamed, it was a blood curdling sound that immediately drew the attention of both Emma and Chris who had been sat watching tv in the living room.

  Chris took the stairs two at a time and Emma ran closely behind him as he burst into the bedroom that Hannah was using. Emma ran to Hannah who was sat on the bed, her knees pulled up under her chin, she cried out again, her body shaking with sobs as she crumbled into Emma’s arms.

  Chris picked up the phone when he saw that it was still connected "Who is this?" Emma looked at him as he spoke, Hannah continued to cry into Emma.

  "This is Mikey, who is this?"

  Emma immediately recognised the voice and indicated for Chris to pass her the phone "Micky, its Em. What the hell is going on? "

  "Oh, god Emma, I'm sorry, I tried Harry, but couldn’t get through, it’s gone Emma, it's all gone" she could hear the tremble in his voice as he spoke, the normally calm gentle giant was clearly troubled "The bar, there was a fire, I'm so sorry, it’s all gone, there’s nothing left..."

  "Oh, my god ... How? Mikey what the hell happened?" Emma put her hand to her mouth and stood as she listened.

  "I don't know what happened or how, all I know is you could see the smoke for miles, the whole place went up like a fucking inferno. They are saying it looks like arson, but they have to investigate. I don’t fucking know Em, it’s just gone, the whole place, there is nothing left, nothing."

  "I have to go." Hannah stood, wiped her nose on her sleeve, wiped her eyes, she was looking around the room, shoes, she needed her shoes, where were her fucking shoes? she had heard Micky as he had explained what he knew, but she needed to go home, her things, her dad, everything she cared about except Harry was at that bar.

  "Hannah No, I can't let you go I'm sorry." Chris grabbed her arm, she yanked away from him and ran from the room.

  "Hannah don't be fucking stupid" Emma was right behind her as Hannah ran down the stairs. She found her shoes and was frantically looking for the set of keys to the third Range Rover that was sat outside.

  "Back the fuck off Em, I have to go, I’m sorry I have too, it’s my home and I'm not gonna just sit here and act like I'm on some fake fucking vacation in some fancy ass house while my home and everything I own goes up in fucking flames." Hannah wiped her eyes again, the tears falling freely, her words sticking in her throat as she spoke.

  "We understand that, but I'm sorry, I promised your brother and mine hell, I promised all of them that I would keep you safe" Chris followed her from room to room as she searched for the keys "Hannah listen to me. Hannah." He shouted.

  She stopped, her head dropped, the sobs slowing, she needed to think, needed to keep her head, if she was going to get out of here, she needed them to trust her, to think that she had calmed down and was listening.

  "So, ok, let me contact Jacks let him know what's happened, as soon as they get back we can decide what we are going to do ok." Chris put an arm around her shoulder as she sat on the couch. Hannah nodded.

  "Go, let me sit with her, just get them back here now." Emma sat on Hannah’s other side.

  Chris stood and walked from the room. He put on the comms set that gave him access to the rest of the team.

  "Harry, Jacks come in?" he waited

  "Chris, it's Harry, the others are in positon. What's wrong?" Harrys voice was steady, Jacks could do nothing but listen, any reaction could give his position away, and that of the others.

  "Harry, some guy named Mikey called Hannah. Something about a fire. It’s gone Harry, I'm sorry man." Jacks dropped his head as Chris relayed what little he knew to Harry. "Hannah is insisting she goes to the bar, but that's not happening. She wants you to come back. What do you want me to tell her? "

  Harry blew out a long breath "Keep her there understand, do not let her leave. Until we know what happened nothing changes. She is safe while she is at the house. Just don't let her out of your sight."

  "OK... and I'm sorry man "

  "Yeah thanks" Harry cut comms. Jacks knew the guys had heard every word but no one spoke, Hannah was safe, nothing to discuss about that at the moment and no words were going to change what they had just heard. They delt with the job in hand. But that didn't dampen his need to run back and wrap his woman in his arms.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Jacks closed his eyes as he listened to his brothers’ voice, his heart suddenly heavy, Hannah had been through too much already, god knows how she was gonna get through this.

  His first though was 'set up', his gut told him they probably expected her to be inside, her pick up hadn’t moved for days and if she was being watched it meant one of two things, either they had slipped up and thought she was still inside, or they were trying to lure her out.

  Her attachment to the bar would cause her to run home. Shit, Chris needed to step up and keep his girl safe, hell, he needed to keep his girl safe, but he needed to be here, needed to see the job through to the end, he had never been good at waiting around.

  "Ok, we all good one click yes two no " Jenson was the only one who broke silence, one by one they each sent their message. One click from each man confirmed what Jacks already knew, he was back with the team he loved, doing what he loved and it felt damn good, he just wished it wasn’t the life of his girl they were fighting for.

  Jacks positioned himself in the tall grass of the embankment overlooking the compound. He knew that a hundred yards to his left lay Briggs and a hundred yards to his right was Jones. Jenson and Conner had worked their way down the embankment, the back of the house consisted of a large patio with seating area, outside cooking area and a large pool.

  The compound was big, but not so big that the five men couldn’t do a sweep, grab Sanchez and be out again before you could sing the first line to 'God sav
e the queen'.

  "Target sighted, repeat target sighted. Ground floor second window" Jacks looked through his scope of his Accuracy International .50 Cal rifle to where Jones had spotted Sanchez, yeah, that was the ugly mother fucker alright.

  "Ok, how many goons?" Jenson waited

  "Two" Jacks voice was low and calm "Just give me the go and its one then zero boss... Wait, he's on the move, I can still take him before he gets to the car."

  "Back off Jacks, calm that trigger finger. Something doesn't feel right." Jenson was right, Jacks knew it as soon as he had spoken the words but fuck it, he could still make the shot. Jacks looked through scope again, two 'goons' no mistake "Boss...."

  "I said back off, too easy, someone like Sanchez should have more than two dicks protecting his ass. Somethings..."

  "She’s gone, she took the Rover fuck..." Chris shouted causing a feedback screech, Jacks grabbed at his ear as Chris continued to shout "She stabbed my fucking tires man, I'm stuck, you need to get to that fucking bar"

  "Pull out now. All of you, Jacks, sorry, not today man." Jenson gave the order and despite there being no official rank between them anymore the level of respect made sure everyman did as was ordered, no matter how strong the urge to take Sanchez out.

  "He's going after her, I know it" Jacks ran flat out for the half mile back to the van. "He's drawn her out, that's where he's headed."

  "We know that dick, now move your ass and get to that fucking van" Jenson growled as his heavy breaths filled the comms.

  "Tell me again why when at least two of us had clear shots we didn't just take that slimy bastard out." Jacks ran his hands through his hair before he pulled off his guillie suit and tactical vest.

  "Use your head, did I teach you nothing? If we had taken him out there would just be another fucking goon to take his place, and a big fucking mess, as much as he needs to die, it has to be done clean, no suspicions, we need to stop the hit, not just pass it from one power hungry freak to another."