"Mariah, mamita, it's always a pleasure seeing your beautiful face." Marcus greeted her, and the woman sighed, obviously displeased.
"Mr. Perez, good evening. What can I get you tonight?" she asked in a very cold tone, clearly ignoring Marcus flirtatious tone.
"What can you suggest for us? My friends have just arrived from the homeland."
"Then I'm sure they would appreciate a totally different food, don’t you think? The restaurant in front has an amazing barbecue that I'm sure they would love." She replied, even colder.
"Now, now, mamita, I'm sure your boss wouldn’t be very pleased with that, do you think?" Marcus teased her, but Jordan was able to sense the threat behind his friend's tone, and apparently so did the woman. She sighed and started to read the menu for them.
They all ordered and she left immediately.
"The food must be really good because the server clearly would like to pour some cyanide on your meal." Jordan teased his friend.
"Oh, she's just playing hard to get. They all do and sooner or later they give in." Marcus dismissed the possibility, with a cynical grimace.
"Yes, you're probably right," Jordan said, with a half-smile.
"I know I'm right. This one is just playing a bit longer than the others."
"Maybe I should try. Maybe she'll like me better." Jordan suggested, returning the favor to his friend.
"There's no need for you to do that. I'll introduce you to a few of the most beautiful women I know in town. I'm sure you'll be able to find someone interesting."
"Yes, of course."
The waitress returned with their drinks and a few appetizers. "The food won't be long. Enjoy your meal." She said in a very automated tone, as she turned around to leave. Marcus stretched his arm and stopped her from leaving, pulling her to his side.
"Now, there's no need to rush away. I want to introduce you to my friends." He said with an ironic tone. "Guys, this is Mariah. Mariah, these are Jordan and Wilson. They have just arrived from Caracas."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, nice meeting you. Now, can I go? I have work to do." She said, not even deigning to look at them, her eyes locked on Marcus, with a curious look on her face.
Marcus frowned, but let her go.
"She's quite something," Jordan said, poking his friend. It was good seeing other men struggling with their woman.
"I should send her over to Ivan. I'm sure he would train her perfectly." Marcus replied, with a self-mocking grimace.
"Yes, but he would kill that feisty spirit." Jordan pointed, and an image of Ashley crossed his mind. Was he really willing to put her in another man's hands? Nothing less than a slaver? He shook his head and pushed those thoughts deep in his mind.
The rest of the night was fun, they ate, drank and danced. They returned to Marcus' place in the middle of the night and Jordan went straight to bed, hoping he would fell asleep instantly. But after over an hour, rolling in bed, he gave up. He needed her, even if it meant to fight her through it all.
Cursing, he got up and strode out of the room to her cell. He needed her.
He opened the door, slamming it against the wall and turned on the light.
She had been sleeping in the bed and with the noise, she jumped out of the bed and faced him, her breath fast. "What are you doing here?" she spurted through gritted teeth.
His smile was a crooked one, and he crossed his arms over his chest, all of a sudden, feeling all his restlessness fading away.
"You know what I'm doing here. I'm here to pick up what's mine." He answered, sarcastic.
"Don’t you dare, do you hear me? I'll tear this house down with my shouts if you dare to touch me." She snarled at him, but he just laughed, before he closed the distance between them and grabbed both her hand behind her back with one of his and grabbed her chin with the other, muffling her cries with his mouth, kissing her deep, putting all his passion and need into it, making her surrender to him. Slowly, he pushed her against the wall near them, releasing her hands and cradling her face in his hands, deepening the kiss, taking possession of every inch of her mouth and lips.
Ashley couldn’t believe this man's nerves. Did he really expect her to receive him with open arms after announcing he planned to sell her to a slaver? No fucking way.
And she really, really had no intention of fallen once more under his spell, not anymore, but all he had to do was touch her and she was his. This was so wrong, yet it felt so damn good.
One of his hands slid under her skirt and trashed her panties, exposing the sensitive skin to his touch, before he slid a couple of his fingers deep inside her. He knew he would find her pussy really wet, eager to receive him and he wasn’t wrong. Her pussy was drenched, waiting for him, begging for him.
And he pulled his shorts down freeing his hard cock from its confinement and resting its head in her entrance, he thrust himself hard inside her, all the way in, ripping moans of pleasure and pain from her. He slammed her hard against the wall, as he pounded in and out of her, dragging over to the turmoil of a huge orgasm that overtook them both.
Fast, rough and primal, had become such good descriptions for their lovemaking, and she loved it anyway.
Without coming out of her, he carried upstairs to his room and put her in bed with him, cuffing her to the bedpost, like he had been doing for the past days.
She hated the feeling of the damn thing around her wrist, and now, even more, when he seemed to have convicted her to an endless life of slavery. She felt the tears welling behind her eyelashes, but she swallowed them back. She had no intention of showing him how much he was hurting her. Not anymore.
He returned her to her cell in the morning and she didn’t protest. She just didn’t have enough energy.
Jordan closed the door to the cell and leaned his head against the cold metal. What was he going to do with her?
Sighing, he went back up and joined Marcus and Wilson in the terrace.
"Jordan, my man, did you have a good night?" Marcus mocked him. He obviously had heard something.
"Yes, thank you, your house is very comfortable, like usual." He answered, not falling into provocations.
"It's all set for us to meet Jude Black. The man is very professional. He's basically a hit man, but he also coordinates attacks like the one you seem to have in mind." Marcus indicated.
"That's exactly what I want. I want to surprise them with their hands on the drugs and confront them. But that will probably end up in a bloodbath." Jordan agreed, in a cold tone. In his business people got killed all the time. Losing Jonathan and Nicholas Marquez wasn’t going to be such a great loss to the world, that was for sure. "Where are we meeting him?"
"I invited him over. I thought it would be better."
"Yes, you're probably right." Jordan turned to look at Wilson. "Is there any news on the cargo?"
"Yes, boss, just ended a call with Garcia. We have confirmation. The drugs are in Honduras and the Marquez boys have a flight there the day after tomorrow. They usually like to be there for the sale. Apparently, they don’t trust anyone."
"The thief thinks everyone else is a thief, so there's no surprise there." Jordan snorted.
"That's for sure." Marcus poured another cup of coffee for him. "Changing the subject: Ivan called me. He sounded pretty enthusiastic about the idea of buying this woman from you."
The words fell like bricks of ice over Jordan. He looked at his friend, with a deep frown. "I haven’t decided yet what to do with her." He snarled, through gritted teeth.
"I thought you had brought her here for that." Marcus insisted even though he knew he was adding to salt to his friend's bleeding wound.
"Yes, but there's no rush."
"Well, as a matter of fact there is some. Ivan has an auction coming up next month with some powerful eastern men, so she would be perfect for it if he manages to train her properly for it. You know he is such a perfectionist."
"I don’t care. I'll let him know when I'm ready, not the other way around." Jordan
closed the subject, got up and left the terrace.
"See what I mean?" Wilson said, a bit furious. "She seems to have cast a spell over him."
"So it seems. Let's see what happens. Black will be here soon, so let's get things ready." Both men got up and went to Marcus' office. They needed to check all the information they had. Jordan was already there waiting for them.
"Wilson, please make sure Ashley eats something before we start here." Jordan ordered without looking at him.
"Sure, boss."
When the door closed behind Wilson, Marcus turned to look at his lifetime friend. "Are you sure you really want to get rid of this woman?"
Jordan ran his fingers through his hair before facing Marcus. "No, I'm not sure. But I can't trust her anymore and it's impossible to keep her my prisoner for much longer."
"Why don’t you let her go? Do you think she'll turn you in?"
He sighed. "She knows too much, and right now she hates my guts, so yes, she would probably walk right into the DEA's nearest office."
"Then just cut all bonds with her, send her over to Ivan."
"I can't, at least not yet."
Marcus dropped the subject and they concentrated on the information Garcia had sent them.
"They are using a different cartel in Honduras to sell the stolen drugs." Jordan concluded after reading the information.
"Which is smart of them, as long as the Copan Cartel doesn’t know about it. They wouldn’t be pleased with them supplying merchandise to other cartels." Marcus noted, with a sarcastic grin.
"Yes, they could screw things for us in Honduras with this. But it's obvious they couldn’t care less."
"Do you have any idea of what you want to do?"
"Not clearly. What I'm sure of, is that we need to have hidden cams on us. I want all this recorded, as proofs for the rest of the cartel." Jordan explained.
"Do you think they'll try to act against you?"
"Of course, they will. If I was to end up dead in Honduras, when I'm supposed to be in Miami, they would never be linked to that. That would be perfect for them." Jordan ran his fingers through his hair. "This has to turn out perfectly. I want to get to them before the Honduran cartel arrives and be out of there by the time they get there. I will confront them and force them to admit they have been stealing and hand over the drugs."
"We need to plan that down to the minute detail."
Wilson opened the door and invited another man in. Taller than the others gathered in the office, with an imposing body, and the darkest expression Jordan had ever seen in a man's face, Jude Black inspired fear. He had serious doubts that man knew the words compassion or mercy.
"Jude, I'm glad you are here." Marcus greeted the man, stretching his hand. "This is my best friend, Jordan Martinez, from the Caracas branch of the Cartel. Jordan, this is Jude Black, the man I told you about."
"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Black." Jordan stretched to shake the man's hand, unable to help the feeling of restlessness the man seemed to conjure in those around him.
"Call me Jude." Even being polite his tone was extremely cold, and not even a hint of a smile lit up his face.
"Can I get you something to drink before we start, Jude?" Marcus offered.
"Juice would be nice if you have."
"What about you guys?" Marcus turned to look at Jordan and Wilson.
"The same for me." Jordan answered and Wilson did the same.
Then, Marcus and Jordan proceeded to fill Jude in on the situation, not hiding any details. "And that's all we know." Jordan added.
"Is there a way to find out exactly where the sale will be taking place?" Jude asked, taking notes.
"We have men working on that. We should get the meeting place as soon as possible. I want to get to Honduras tomorrow and wait there for them to arrive." Jordan answered.
"Very well. I don’t work with locals. I always use my own man in order to avoid surprises or bought loyalties." Jude stated.
"Yes, of course. You know that the money isn’t an issue."
"How many men do you think you'll need, Jude?" Marcus asked, starting to take notes. He would need to find a plane to get them all down to Honduras.
"Since we are counting on surprising them, I would say at least five other than me. I like to avoid unnecessary bloodbaths but it might come down to them or us, so I want to be prepared."
"Very well. Will you take Wilson with you, Jordan?"
"No, I want him to stay here, looking after Ashley." Jordan announced.
"Boss, you can't go there alone. Garcia isn’t here, I have to go with you. Besides, I'm sure Marcus is more than able to take care of her." Wilson protested.
"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, so no. You'll stay here. And not because I don’t trust you, Marcus." He made clear. "But Wilson knows Ashley and he will make sure nothing happens to her."
"Then I'll go with you. I don’t have anything important to do here." Marcus decided.
"That's really not necessary." Jordan replied, in a cold tone.
"I believe it is. You'll have me as a witness in front of the rest of the cartel if things don’t go as planned. Besides, this is my problem too, after all, I'm being ripped off as well." Marcus insisted. "And I'll take a couple of my men, just in case."
"Alright, then we have a 10 man group. I'll prepare the weapons we might need and you guys will take care of the plane to get us there, as well as the secure landing track." Jude concluded.
"Yes, of course. I'll let you know tonight the details of it."
"Perfect. Is there someone you would like me to take down no matter what happens?" Jude asked, in his creepy tone.
"If you can avoid killing someone it would be better, I prefer to take them back to Caracas and have them face the rest of the cartel," Jordan answered, not because he wanted to spare the Marquez lives, but because he knew it would be easier for everybody to take them back to Caracas alive.
"As you know, I can't promise you anything, but I'll do my best to control the situation." He got up. "I'll be waiting for your call for the last details. Let me know if you need something else, or you get more information. I prefer to avoid surprises."
"Of course, we will." Marcus walked the man to the door and Wilson turned to look at Jordan.
"I don’t think it's a good idea for you to go alone to Honduras, Boss. I'm more useful to you than as the woman's babysitter." He protested.
"I need to be focused while I'm there and I know I won't be if I'm not sure that she will be here when I come back." Jordan insisted.
"Maybe it's time for you to get rid of her, boss. La putica hasn’t been more than trouble since day one."
Jordan refrained his desire to smash Wilson's face, for referring to Ashley that way, but he was sure his man wouldn’t understand his attitude. "Maybe you're right, Wilson. But, I'll take care of that when we come back from Honduras."
The three men spent the rest of the day taking care of the last details of the trip south. At dinner time, Jordan asked Marcus to send food up to his room for two. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with Ashley before they left the next day.
"Sure. If you're having dinner up there, I'll go out to have some fun. I'll see you tomorrow morning before we leave for the landing track." Marcus accepted.
"Perfect. Wilson, you are free to join Marcus or have some fun on your own. I'll only need you tomorrow."
"Alright, boss. I'll join Marcus then."
Chapter 10
One more day closed behind those gray walls, with nothing to do, other than think or remember, things Ashley had no desire of doing. She couldn’t think of Jordan's threats of selling her off to a slaver, she refused to believe he would really do that to her, submit her to such torture and such pain. She just couldn’t.
She couldn’t linger in her past because those damn days spent with Hernandez in that godforsaken hole had overshadowed all other memories she had. The short moments she managed to fall asleep were haunte
d with images of the pain and humiliation she had been put through in his hands.
The moments where she wanted to run out screaming, were more and more frequent. So, she just lay down in bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind as still as possible: no thoughts, no memories, no feelings, just an empty shell and nothing more.
Jordan waited until both men left the house before going down to Ashley's cell to pick her up. He opened the door in silence and stood in the doorway for a few seconds watching her. As usual, she ignored his presence, but he knew she was aware he was there: her whole body was tense, over the bed where she was laying, her eyes locked on the ceiling.
"Get up, I want you to have dinner with me." He ordered, even knowing she wouldn’t obey him. And of course, she didn’t, she did not even blink. He smiled and shook his head. She was so predictable, or maybe he had grown to know her so well.
He took two strides to her side and leaning down he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the cell. She didn’t react, just stayed in his arms like a ragdoll and for a moment he felt the urge to poke her, to awake his Ashley back to live.
When he was passing through the living room, he had a glimpse of the pool outside and with a devious grin, he changed his course and headed there. Before she knew what was going on he was throwing her into the blue pool.
She let out a cry as she dove in the cool water. He took off his clothes and in less than a second he was diving in after her, capturing her on her way out of the water and dragging her with him.
Ashley tried to free herself from his grip, but he kept dragging her to a deeper part of the pool, where he could stand perfectly, but not her, forcing her to support herself on him.
Slowly he pulled her dress over her head, throwing it out of the pool, leaving them both completely naked. "You're an exhibitionist. Anyone can come out and see us." She ranted.
"We're alone, and even if we weren’t they would respect our privacy." He assured with a mischievous grin.
"Sure they would."
He claimed her lips with a kiss, silencing her more effectively, as his hands took hold of her buttocks, gripping hard. Burying his fingers in her skin, loving her moans, muffling them with his own lips, as his hard cock was imprisoned between them, squeezed against her soft belly.
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