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Over the next two decades, cartels in Mexico were at each other’s throats vying for superiority over the neighboring organization. Crime shot up tenfold, men joined crews in droves to provide for their families as the bloodshed ripped through towns and villages until there was nothing left. But we were different. We offered a way into the family. My father sunk his hands deep into the community and offered protection and riches to those who could never gain it on their own. We garnered loyalty and gente willing to die for the cause. But in return, we took care of our own.
And that was why trafficking was so much harder– because our family legacy was built on the corpses that we slung across the border. Like offerings to the gods, we were blessed in return.
“That one refused to let go,” Matteo mumbled as he closed the door behind him. We’d leave the body in his own sorry excuse for a home, there was no need to clean this one up. If anything, leaving the body was good for business— a message that we wouldn’t tolerate being stiffed. It made Matteo’s job easier. Though some days I wondered if he actually enjoyed the process of dismembering and dissolving more than the kill itself. “Anything else?” He asked.
I shook my head. The rest of the day would be monotonous, overseeing drops between our crew of cookers and thehalconesby the border. It was a job I’d entrusted to Luka months ago but couldn’t help but check in on. He was the onlytenienteI monitored so closely but it was important he didn’t fuck up. God, I sounded like my father.
“You’re good,” I told him. Matteo nodded before circling his Mercedes and speeding away to do whatever he did in his free time. We had a don’t ask, don’t tell policy and as long as his delights didn’t blow back on the family, I couldn’t be bothered to wonder. Feeding the homeless or killing hookers, it was all the same to me.
The rest of the day, I kept my distance from each sight. Luka’s crew had three locals, one pick-up and two drop-offs— all going off without a hitch. I hung back to keep Luka from looking weak and incompetent in front of his men but it didn’t stop him from eyeing me, silently communicating that he knew I was there and he didn’t like it. For all the flack I gave my father, I followed his leadership example to a fucking T.
It was a breath of fresh air walking in the house well after the sun had gone down. I didn’t like being away, more so recently, there was something nagging keeping me tethered to the family home.Darya Munro.
She was calling to me, flaming the fires within me without even trying. Throughout the day, I could have sworn I felt the flick of her tongue on my thumb, the lazy laps at my skin with her lashes against her soft cheeks. She had to have known what she was doing— had to have known how fucking hot she looked and felt. I savored that image in my head, until it became too bothersome readjusting my cock on the job and I had to shove it away. Now, I didn’t have to limit my twisted thoughts about her.
Shamefully, I ducked into my office and pried open my laptop, eager to pull up the live feed of her cell. There she was, settled on the mattress again, the soft rising and falling of her chest signaling she was asleep. I leaned back in my chair, the tension rolling out of my shoulders from just seeing her, knowing she was within my reach.
She almost looked peaceful. Almost looked at ease. But even in her slumber, her hands were balled into fists and pulled tightly to her chest like she was ready at any moment to fight. And then my muscles tensed again to see her tray of food completely untouched. How much longer could she go? How much longer could she deny herself on principle?
In a fluid motion, her shoulders turned until she was flat on her back. Just above the hem of her jeans, I drank in a peak at her skin.
And then, my lips parted, that same sinking heat enveloping my body. My cock twitched and swelled until it strained against my silk pants.
My arousal didn’t stem from the fact that I had a woman, kidnapped, in the dungeon. It wasn’t even a product of the control, the power I had over her. It was her. It was Darya. It was the way those little fists stayed tight even in sleep.
Something in the way her little puckered lips spit fire at me any chance she got. In the way she struggled against me. Even with nothing, she managed to do everything she could to get under my skin, as if she had read the manual on it.
Blowing out a breath, I unbuttoned my pants to let myself spring free. I zoomed in on the feed until I could make out the detail of the fine hairs that swirled against the soft skin of her neck. I fisted my erection, a groan pulling on my lips at the sensation. I could just imagine what her fingers would feel like wrapped around my thickness, her determined little pout as she jacked me off.
It didn’t help my slipping control that she was gorgeous. The bruising was nearly gone and she must have used the water from the sink to rub all the dried blood off— leaving nothing but her beauty to shine through. And fuck, she was beautiful. I couldn’t help myself around her. I was reduced down to an animal with one goal in mind— to taste that forbidden fruit. And forbidden she was.
My pace picked up until my skin was slick with sweat. If things were different and I was opposite her at the bar, I would have devoured her right there on the counter. I would have shoved her against the wall and buried myself inside her no matter who was watching.
But we weren’t in a bar. I was her captor. I was also the acting head of this family.
As I felt my arousal growing, the pressure cresting, my breathing increased. I sped up, my eyes locked on the temptress on my screen. She lay there asleep, completely unaware that I was upstairs beating off to her. Imagining those little flicks of her tongue were against my shaft, dying to hear her needy whimpers. I fucked my hand, my hips growing desperate, until my balls tightened and with a grunt, the first spurt erupted.
“Darya,” her name was branded on my lips as wave after wave rocked through me. Not until I was completely spent, did the familiar anger thunder through me again.
She was all consuming and I hadn’t even tasted her yet.
Fucking Darya Munro.
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In the morning, I delegated the job of tending to our captive to Matteo who I assumed hadn’t ejaculated to the thought of her and would have a much more level head. I couldn’t even say I felt shame and it definitely hadn’t lessened my need for her. On the contrary, I was more ravenous than ever which is why I avoided even pulling up the feed before Luka came to find me.
“Teniente Rodriguez called,” only his head poked into my bedroom as I shrugged into my shirt.
“And?”
“And Coco got ganked. His girlfriend found him and had a meltdown.”
I covered the twinge in my chest with an annoyed exhale, keeping up appearances even in front of my little brother. “Ride with me.”
Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered to go to the scene myself but Coco was a lifer and I wanted to see the damage myself.
Once dressed, I met Luka in the garage, my eyes flicking quickly to the door that led to where I hoped Darya was still fast asleep. I also hoped that the tray of food was empty and that she had forsaken her plan of starving herself to get back at me. I’m sure my brothers could care less, as should I— but the longer she held out, the more desperate I grew.
