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CHAPTER14
Antonio lay in his bed, dick in hand and Katie on his brain.
He hadn’t heard from her in the game since the morning he’d told her not to contact him. She was such a good girl, obeying him even as he broke things off with her.
He hated that. He’d wanted her to be mad about it, to fight him on it. He’d wanted the fire to spark in her eyes as she cried about him letting her go.
That would have been preferable to her radio silence, anyway.
Her cries and sighs of pleasure echoed in his mind as he stroked himself. The feel of her sweet pussy, gripping him tightly as he pistoned in and out of her, the softness of her skin, those were all memories in his spank bank.
And he spanked himself hard right now, spewing a load all over his stomach with a groan.
He fucking hated himself.
Self-loathing got him into the shower as he soaped up and resisted the urge to manhandle himself again. He was supposed to do work today, some sort of inspection for El Cuchillo before putting out a fresh set of ads for new shipments. They had buyers’ offers coming in for him to go through before sending them on to El Cuchillo for the final say.
He could always turn himself in to the authorities, then get a lawyer from the embassy to sort out his involvement in this mess. Antonio was ready to be out. He could go tomorrow night when everyone thought he was in bed asleep.
That’s what he would do. His handler had made zero contact with him in over six years, and he was watching women and girls die and get sold off every day. It was eating him alive from the inside out, and he couldn’t do it anymore. It didn’t matter anymore if he served jail time; he had names and addresses, account numbers. He could take this place down himself.
He was toweling off, his new plans solidified in his head, when he heard someone in his living quarters.
“It smells like sex in here, and since you haven’t taken a woman in months, I can only assume…”
Imelda’s snide voice cut through the steam of his shower, vaulting him out of his bathroom.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he snarled at her.
She tried to look innocent, throwing him a pout that had worked once but he saw through now. “I haven’t heard anything from you in a while, darling. Was just checking in on you to see if you needed anything.”
His boss’s wife wore a short kimono and she seductively ran her hand down the lapel, opening it slightly to reveal sexy black lace.
“I don’t need anything.”
“The guards tell me you don’t partake anymore, Lobo Gris. Do you have a woman in town?” Her question put him on edge. She didn’t give a shit if he had a woman. The only person she cared about was herself.
Antonio stalked to his dresser, picking up his pill tin and opening it to toss one into his mouth.
“Ah… I see. You can’t get hard anymore? Too many pills?” She opened the kimono to reveal her body, her curves clothed in the black lace that had peeked at him earlier.
“I get hard just fine. There’s just nothing here I want.”
He stripped his towel off unabashedly, letting her gawk. He didn’t give a fuck. Drawing on his slacks, he raised an eyebrow at her.
He saw the fury in her eyes as she huffed at him and spun on her heels to leave, tying her robe shut and slamming the door behind her.
He was buttoning his shirt with Abuella let herself in.
“You shouldn’t make mistress angry.” She was chuckling to herself, no doubt having had an altercation with the angry woman on her way in.
“I don’t care anymore, Abuella. She’s tiresome on a good day. Today is not a good day. She’s lucky I didn’t hurt her.” He tucked his shirt in and grabbed a belt to put on.
“Hector wants to see you this morning.” She spoke as she loaded his fridge, tsking that he hadn’t eaten yesterday.
A deep gnawing settled into his gut. The words sounded ominous for some reason.
