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“That's my good boy.”
Goosebumps cover my flesh, and my heart is so full it could burst. He said“My good boy.”He called me his, and that's exactly what I feel like when he drills the cum leaking from my hole back into me. My breath hitches with each roll of his hips and I push my ass against him when he's only halfway in, needing all of him. All the fucking time.
“You feel so good, baby. No one belongs here but me.” Leaning down, holding still inside me, he wraps his fingers around my neck. “No one. I've decided if a trade is what you're after, then I'll gladly give it to you.” He moves inside me again, in slow, agonizing thrusts. “Only to keep coming back here so no one else does. Go ahead and use me. Use me for a warm bed.” He fucks me deeper. “Good food. A safer place to sleep.” He increases his speed, pulling the breath from my lungs when he squeezes my neck a little. “Use me so I can keep using you.” His eyes say he wants more than that, and I lose myself in them as we both come for the second time today, our warm bodies buzzing and flying high together.
He collapses on top of me, kissing the side of my face and hair, his cock softening inside me. I miss the weight when he moves to go to the bathroom and brings back a washcloth to clean me up. I miss it when he leaves the room to fix us both a plate of sandwiches, chips, and fruit. As if he can read my mind, he drags me into his lap after he finishes his last bite and wraps his heavy arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Awake enough for a movie?”
“You don't have to work today?”
“Not until tomorrow. Enrico told his dad I looked like a walking zombie and I got a text late in the night saying I need to rest. No one knows you're here yet. I haven't told them.”
“They don't know what happened in the warehouse?”
“They do. Zacharias said he hated that guy anyway, so I did him a favor.” He chuckles. “He didn't ask what happened to you. He was too annoyed about no one stopping the other man from trying to suffocate his main mule. He loses his mules enough to drug overdoses and issues with customers. He said he doesn't need it to happen at his own house.”
“Sounds like something he would say. I haven't known the man for long, but he talks about his operation as if it's his baby and like all of his places of business are his home.”
“Because they are. He worked hard to get where he is. Did shit he didn't want to do. If he let someone easily snatch it away, it would've all been for nothing.”
We're more alike than I realized. I sacrificed a lot to get where I am too. The warm bed, good food, and better room aren't the reasons I'm here like Antonio thinks. I had all those things before getting caught robbing the Herrera trucks. I was left a lot of money when my aunt passed, and I had a lot coming my way from my dad as it was. It's all safe in a bank under a different name. My only reason for ever stepping foot in that warehouse, suffering beatings from guards and others, was him. I'd do it all over again to be where I am, and like Zacharias, I'll do whatever it takes to stay.
Instead of leaving me again to put our empty plates in the sink, Antonio sets them on the nightstand. “We'll worry about those later.” He kisses my hair and reaches for the remote. “Right now it's black-and-white movie Saturday.”
We slept on our sides of the bed, had enchilada night, are making black-and-white movie night happen, and soon we'll create more things only for us.
Settling against him, I drag the blanket over us and he lands onRoman Holiday, hitting play. Yeah, my efforts have really paid off. I went from Antonio only being around me to complete a job to him holding me in his bed on his day off. I'd chosen him a long time ago, and today he chooses me.
Thirteen
Antonio
Being back at work means being away from Phillip. Tyson took him to the hospital an hour ago to visit his friend Alex. He's still not recovering well from his last job. That could have been Phillip. The thought sinks in more when we're apart, leaving behind a twisting sensation in the pit of my stomach. I press my back to my seat, thrumming my fingers on my steering wheel. I wait until the man Zacharias sent me after leaves his house and is far enough away for me to pull into his driveway. It's broad daylight but the guy has people constantly in and out of his house when he's home, so no one will think much of me walking inside.
No one's anywhere in sight as I slip on a pair of gloves and enter the back of his house. He left a key inside a house plant. I've been following him for a while, placing a hidden camera in his yard to see his every move and make note of his daily schedule. Right now he's making his way to his favorite stripjoint for a cheap lunch and to get wasted. Slipping into the back yard, I go to where I placed the camera inside a rose bush and slip it into my pocket before entering the house.
The outside heat follows me into the house and I kick a few beer cans out of the way with the tip of my boot. I remove the other camera I placed in his house and make a beeline for the master bedroom. It's as hot and stuffy as the kitchen and I had an easier time breathing when I was outside. Ignoring the foul smell, I smile at the cigarette butts littering the floor and my lips stretch even wider when I see two still lit on the bedside table. Very dangerous. Someone's asking for a house fire. Doing a job requiring less clean up always takes more effort, but in the end it's worth it. No big mess or evidence left behind and I get to enjoy the chase a little longer.
After putting out the cigarettes and checking the place for any other lit items, I approach the fireplace and tamper with the ball valve. The smell of leaking gas hits my nose and I quickly exit the house, whistling the tune from “Call Me Maybe.” Damn Phillip for getting that stupid song stuck in my head.
Once outside, I pick up the pace, breathing in the summer air. I take off my gloves and shove them in a plastic baggie on the inside of my door before getting in my car. Hours is what it takes for the asshole to finally return home and once he's inside, only minutes tick by before he lights his last cigarette. A loud bang and the sound of broken glass surrounds me, followed by an explosion. The house catches fire, flames slowly spilling out the broken windows. Starting the car, I take off down the street, but my new high lessens when I get a text from Zacharias.
Zacharias: There was a problem at the hospital and I know the boy hasn't been staying at the warehouse.
All I can process is trouble at the hospital. Phillip was there visiting Alex. My heart jumps in my throat and doesn't comeback down until Zacharias's voice is on the other line. “He's fine.”
“What?”
“You hardly ever answer with a phone call, pendejo, so I'm telling you the boy is unharmed. He's here with me at the warehouse. I won't leave until you come to pick him up.”
“Pick him up?” I drive faster, turning too sharply onto the next street.
“Yes. I'm assuming it's what you planned to do anyway, isn't it?”
“Look, Zach—”
“Honestly, I don't care where he stays as long as shit gets done. One wrong move or mistake—”
“I got it under control,” I say, pulling into the parking lot of the warehouse like a maniac.
