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We’re both breathing hard. “I wish you were here so I could lick you clean. I love the taste of your cock. Sometimes I wonder if it’s weird to love it so much,” she whispers with a blush sweeping over her beautiful face down to her breasts.
“What we aren’t going to do is worry or wonder if what you like is wrong or right. All that matters, my sweet, kinky wife, is if you like it.”
“Says the man whose cock I love to suck.” She giggles. “I’m teasing. Especially when I love the idea of you using me for your pleasure.”
“The shit you say. Don’t say things like that to me, baby. I’ll make it come true,” I warn her.
Smiling wide. “Please do. Half the reason I was so wet that night was because of how you used my mouth.”
“My own sweet, dirty girl. Talk to me. I could come listening to your voice. I want to hear your fantasies.”
“They match yours.” She mouths the words. They’re so low there’s barely any air behind them. “You sneak in and tie me to the bed. I’m spread out for your use for days and days it’s just us. You use me until I’m sore, then you use me some more.”
“It’s always the ones who look as though sugar wouldn’t melt in their mouths that are the dirtiest. Slide that middle finger inside to your g-spot. You want to be my slut. My own cock sleeve made to fit only me.”
Her gasp licks down my spine. “Yesss.” It’s a moan.
“I’m going to be there as soon as I can, and I’m not leaving you again for weeks. I warned my father.” I haven’t checked my email for his response. It doesn’t matter if he likes it or not. If he doesn’t figure it out, then fuck him. I’ll walk away from him before I have to walk away from her again so soon. Her sleepy smile sends a weird fluttering sensation over my chest. I close my eyes.
It’s a long time later. She still has the phone clutched in her hand with it pressed up against her cheek. My phone is beeping with a warning the battery is going to die. I have to get up or end this call. Both are painful. Both are long past time.
“Goodnight, baby. I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise.” I know she’s asleep. I also don’t miss the smile across her beautiful face. She heard me. It’s a promise I’m going to keep no matter what.
CHAPTER17
Manuel
When I exit the SUV on the tarmac, a car door closing nearby catches my attention. Mundo Reyes is standing beside the sleek black Mercedes. I narrow my eyes. My men around me stand at attention, and their hands go to their weapons.
Mundo raises his hands. “I’m not here about the understandable destruction of my lab. I brought a gift and a request—just to talk.”
The words are in French. I wasn’t aware he spoke the language. Valdez is slipping.
At his nod, a large box truck drives onto the tarmac. The men hop out and open the back to show several crates of what I’m assuming are the weapons his men stole. I look to Pablo. He nods and goes to the crates. The men open them. I can see from here they are the rocket launchers.
Turning my attention back to Mundo, I find him with his hands down on his hips. I nod. “Talk.”
His eyes go to his men. “Not here.”
I run my eyes over his men. They aren’t the men at his father’s side the last time I encountered Augusto, the morning after he admitted his lie of his daughter wanting to marry. I’d wondered how things were going for Mundo after he killed his father and took over. I haven’t respected a single Reyes. I had even less respect for Mundo for letting his father live for so many years. Something flashes in his eyes. I recognize the pleading, not something I’ve ever seen before in him. Giving in, I nod to my plane.
He goes up the steps first. Inside, I tell the flight attendant waiting to get her and the pilot out until I told them they could come back in. They don’t question me and file out of the plane.
We sit down across from one another. I nod to indicate he should speak.
Air comes from him in a steady flow. Once it’s out, he breathes in deep again. “What I want to do is walk away from this whole fucking thing. It’s filled with nothing but blood and bones and rotten to the fucking core. Except if I do, the next to take over will be even worse in a bid to prove they’re scarier than Augusto. This is the penance I earned for letting Augusto live as long as he did. I was sure he would die soon enough and I wouldn’t have to worry he’d kill me before I could set things up for me to kill him. He suffered a heart attack six years ago. Except the fucker came back stronger. So I started working with Valdez to put shit right a few months ago.”
The words are in English, and raw truth is in every one of them. Now I understand the pleading in his eyes. For him to admit what he did is a death sentence—especially to me. My respect goes up a notch.
His jaw clenches tight. “I have men from the bottom to the top doing their best to move up. On all sides, there isn’t a single person I can truly trust—except a few of my brothers. The changes I want to make, if I do them, I’ll be called weak and even more men will attempt to take me out. I have Valdez’s men in among the men I’ve inherited from my father. They were given permission to kill all who could, or are willing, to move against me. So far more than a dozen are dead. When I’m assured I won’t have to worry about men close to me, I’ll make the changes. No more killing women and men in intimidation. No more sex work or trafficking. My hope in talking to you is for you to inform your father of my wishes and we put the word out our families could work together.”
I lift an eyebrow at him wanting to work with my father but say nothing.
“While I would be open to working with your father. It isn’t necessary. I simply want an excuse to shut down the sex aspect. There is no secret I loathe the sex trafficking since my mother was one of Augusto’s slaves who killed herself to escape his cruelty. But men in our world wouldn’t deem it a good enough reason to stop. However, if it’s about money, then it makes sense. Since it’s well known your family won’t work with those who do the shit I want to stop, it will be accepted. I’ll be saying it’s so I could work with your father. And if he says no once I’ve finished, I have no problem with it. It’s only an excuse.”
I’ve heard of his mother killing herself and how she was stolen from the streets of Dallas to be sold, but Augusto decided to keep her for himself. It’s why I had no respect for him. “I’ll tell him. I make no guarantees of what he’ll do.”
He nods. “I’m not asking for anything more than him to not deny he’s considering it.”
