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I circled her clit and fucked her faster. “Now,” I whispered.
I held her tightly as she came all over my cock, setting off my own orgasm. I roared her name, my fingers working harder and faster over her slit, sending her into multiple orgasms.
By the time I finished emptying myself inside of her, she was shaking, her teeth chattering. I quickly sat down on the floor of the shower, turning her to face me.
“Breathe,” I coaxed. Shit, I’d fucked her into shock. “Little girl, breathe. I need you to fucking breathe. You’re in shock.”
I gently rocked her, my hands moving over her back as I gently spoke to her, soothing her as I waited for her trembling to subside and for her teeth to stop chattering.
“What happened?” she mumbled.
“You went into shock,” I informed her. “It happens, especially when your body gets overstimulated. Just keep breathing, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”
She yawned, her head falling to my shoulder. I continued holding her until her body finally slumped in my arms, sleep pulling her under. Only then did I get up and dry her off before putting her to bed.
I pressed a soft kiss to her lips before trailing the tips of my fingers down her cheek. “Sleep well, baby,” I whispered.
~*~*~
My phone vibrated in my pocket. With a disgruntled groan, I pulled it out, glaring down at my brother’s text.
Adrian got some info. Need to meet him in the garage in five. You two have a job. He will explain. -James
Fuck.
I quickly pulled on a pair of black jeans with a black, long-sleeved shirt and my leather jacket before shoving my feet into my boots. I pressed a quick kiss to Juliana’s forehead and wrote out a note that I would be back soon, and if she needed anything, to find James or Emmaline.
Adrian was waiting for me down in the garage when I got there. We both slid into his SUV. He backed out of the garage. “What did you find out?” I demanded.
“Mexican cartel ordered the hit on you. Kid didn’t know why. He was just assigned the job. Some top-secret shit from what he understood.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I swore. “I’ve had zero fucking issues with the Mexican cartel, Adrian.”
“I know,” he informed me. “James kept tabs on you in prison. So, I’m a bit surprised as well by this bit of information.”
“We’ll be finding out why tonight,” I growled.
He nodded in agreement.
~*~*~
Adrian parked down the street from the location we were heading to. “Need to go in quietly,” he told me. “Kid said this was where they all met up at nighttime. It’s not the main people we want – just a small group of those who work under Andres Garcia. But hopefully, someone here will know why the fuck you’re being targeted.”
I double-checked my weapons, finding both guns had full clips. I put two more in my jacket pockets before I slid out of the SUV. We quietly walked through the edge of the woods until we came up to the back of the small house we were targeting.
Adrian gave me silent orders with his hands. I was to go in first, and he was going to go in after me. Fine with me; I wasn’t afraid of death.
I kicked the door in. “Everyone on the fucking floor!” I shouted.
Someone bravely shot at me, but it didn’t hit. I sent a bullet through his hand, making him drop his weapon. He screamed in pain. Everyone quickly sank to the ground after that.
“Andres Garcia has put a fucking target on my head, and I want to fucking know why,” I growled.
“We don’t know,” a kid, no older than nineteen, whimpered from the floor.
“Try again,” Adrian snapped as he sent a bullet into the kid’s spine. He screamed in agony. My lips twisted with a cold smirk.
“Someone better speak the fuck up, or I’ll litter him and everyone else in here with bullet holes until I get my fucking answer,” I snarled.
“You have his daughter,” an older guy spoke up from the floor. He was in his mid-twenties, his Hispanic accent thick in his words. “Juliana Garcia.”
That was all the confirmation I needed. I knew they wouldn’t know anything more than that. I shot the guy in the back of the head. “Clean this shit up,” I told Adrian. “I need a fucking cigarette.”
I stormed out of the house. I heard Adrian calling for clean-up as I marched my ass back to the SUV, digging around inside of it until I found a pack of Adrian’s cigarettes. I stuck one in my mouth, lighting it up.
What I really needed was a fucking blunt, but goddamn parole was preventing that shit from happening.
Anger was pulsing through my veins. I wanted blood. I wanted Andres Garcia’s blood fucking coating my skin.
