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I tapped my fingers on the desk. “We might head back to New York for a few days. First, I’m going to issue a warning of my own after having a conversation with him. Then I’ll determine what’s necessary.”
He walked closer, which usually meant he was going to provide some words of wisdom.
“Look. I know it’s not my place and I mean no disrespect, but you need to be careful how you handle this woman. I remember what you went through.”
He’d been a friend at the time, a kid from the wrong tracks who’d been a part of my posse in college. He’d eventually accepted the role of security after a string of assassination attempts. I gave him leeway for altering his life to protect mine.
“And your sage advice?”
“Let me dump her. You don’t need to be a part of it.”
I almost laughed as I rubbed my face. He’d caught on how much I enjoyed spending time with her. “That’s not going to happen. She’s my possession now.”
“Okay, whatever you say but I don’t like this shit, boss. The pictures are meant as a warning. It’s the beginning of something I’m not sure we can handle alone. I think going back to New York is an excellent idea.”
I noticed he was carrying two weapons this morning. That surprised me given he was never bothered by anything. There were five more days for Rodriguez to complete his required task. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to push his buttons. A surprise meeting would allow a good indication of whether he was behind the threats. “What’s the word on the street regarding Rodriguez?” One of the many reasons Jameson kept his upper-level position was he paid attention to everything happening in the streets, his connections to informants and people in the know stretching across several states. I wasn’t certain how he’d managed to have so many people under his thumb, but his work was impressive.
He grinned. “He’s suffering. He can’t supply his smalltime dealers, likely because you put the screws to him about the timeframe. He’s also having shipment issues. I think he’s worried the DEA is onto him. I don’t see him making the deadline.”
“I’m not sure he was planning on it in the first place.”
There was nothing worse than a major supplier unable to fulfill everyday customer requests. They were the bread and butter of the industry, providing monthly income. The larger deals only came about every so often and were risky. The market was flooded with shitheads who believed they could carve a piece of whatever established crime syndicate’s territory they set their sights on.
That was one reason New Orleans was merely a highway for providing party favors, not a destination. And for the Montenegro family, providing nose candy was low on the totem pole. At this point, the intention was to crush Rodriguez’s desire to expand and nothing more. However, if the fucker was foolish enough to start a war, he would soon experience a level of wrath unknown in the industry. We were poised to do so if necessary.
My instinct told me he’d lured a small faction of the Montenegro family to New Orleans for another purpose altogether. He’d never intended on tightening our relationship. Instead, he wanted it broken apart.
“That means he didn’t get a shipment.” My instinct told me there was a strange but direct connection to my recognition of the artist. Maybe the asshole had been a mule or maybe he was Rodriguez’s informant. No. There was something missing. “Hunt down Mr. Martin. I don’t care what rock you need to turn over. Someone in this town knows where he’s hiding.”
“You got it, boss.” He headed for the door then stopped. “Again, no disrespect, but don’t do anything stupid.”
I laughed softly. “None taken and you know me.”
“That’s the problem,” he said, grinning as he walked out.
My temporary control of the family empire had meant I’d taken several chances, most of which my brother had come to respect. Our power had grown significantly, but I no longer wanted to play in the deep end of shark-infested waters. It held no interest.
Pops had been bugging me to get married. Now I would. Maybe then he’d get off my back.
I rubbed my chin, thinking about how to approach Rodriguez. I’d kept track of his whereabouts. He’d remained in New Orleans not only because of the deal he’d struck with me. He remained because he was obviously worried about the Feds closing in. A warning of my own might push him over the edge.
And I knew exactly where he was holed up. The stupid bastard didn’t believe in anonymity. First Rodriguez. Then I’d deal with Mr. Wallace. If my skills were up to snuff, maybe Sanford would sing to me about who he was working for. If not, his death would be of no loss.
I moved from the desk, heading toward the stairs. Another aspect I appreciated about the friend who’d loaned me use of his house was Greg’s penchant for consensual nonconsensual events. As a single man, he enjoyed toying with the darkest side of kink and sex, including owning some of the finest BDSM equipment in New Orleans, as well as a capture zone; his name. Not mine.
He’d indulged me with describing several kinky events he’d been involved in. My cock twitched at the thought of spending time with Eden inside his dark and dangerous facility. Unfortunately, I had a feeling my time spent in New Orleans was coming to a close.
And I would enjoy continuing my own capture fantasy.
Only this time there would be no release.
Before heading upstairs, I walked to a special cabinet he’d pointed out. While nondescript in appearance, inside it held myriad toys and punishment implements. I pulled open both doors, smiling from the sight of his collection. The man had spared no expense. While I fingered several of the straps and tawses, I couldn’t afford the time to continue her lesson in obedience. Instead, I grabbed a butt plug I’d bought for her. While crude in design, her tight ass needed training instead of adornment. I shoved it into my pocket, grabbing a tube of lube. All the while keeping a smile on my face.
I moved to the bedroom, not bothering to knock. This morning I would ensure my lovely guest understood that as of now, she was already my captive. She was nowhere to be seen in the expansive room, but I noticed the bathroom door was partially closed. I took a deep breath before walking toward it, pushing it open with a single finger.
She didn’t notice me at first. Seeing her standing in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel, every depraved thought I’d had converged into one, my cock engorged with blood. I took a deep breath, my balls tightening from the scent of whatever shower gel she’d used, the fragrance fresh and enticing.
However, there was no time to waste. I took two long strides, ripping the towel from her naked body.
