4. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Miguel
I couldn't rest knowing he was out there, so I didn't. Working constantly, I drove everyone around me insane with my demands. I sat around and waited for someone who was never going to come. Something deep inside of me begs to go to him and claim him as mine. In my heart he has never been anyone else's. I had sent him a message and only time would tell if he got it. As much as I wanted him to show up on my doorstep with the pistol in his hand, I knew it wouldn't be that simple. Things weren't ever meant to be easy with us. We would see each other again soon either way. I won't give up so easily. The old Marcus wouldn't have wanted me to.
Maybe he hates me for being a coward. I can't blame him. I hate myself every day. Julia's father had played the video all night long, leaving me tied up in the dark room unable to escape the torturous crackles of the fire and distant screams. My heart and soul died when I had thought I lost him. They'd told me he was dead and made me sleep in a cellar surrounded by walls covered in pictures of his burnt corpse wearing the clothes he left the hotel in.
Trusting their word, I didn't question it the way I should have. Jorge Juventino usually didn't stray from the truth when it came to claiming lives he took. Julia's father got off on letting people know what he was capable of.
Loud noise outside my window has me rushing to the front of the house. A few of my guards are standing by the door on high alert.
?Qué pasó?
His face tenses. "Let's go back inside and I'll explain."
I tilt my head. "Explain now."
He drags me inside and closes the door. "Something went wrong with one of the deliveries. At least we are hoping it's only one. But if one batch was tainted, it could mean more people showing up at our doorstep soon."
I walk to my office and pull up one of the cameras. Men are shouting outside my gate. One is throwing something at my guards, screaming profanities, and asking to speak with the person in charge.
“Do you know by whom?”
"It's Colunga. His men are here to show you what happens when you fuck up.”
Someone fucked up alright but it wasn't me. Now one of the local dealers is at my doorstep throwing a fit on my property.
"He says we sold him bad product. His name has been tarnished and his customers are threatening to shop elsewhere."
"He is sure these are our drugs?"
Able nods, lifting up one of the packages. "We ran a test on the drugs and traces of fentanyl were found."
My throat goes dry. "Fentanyl? We never use Fentanyl in our drugs. Who put this batch together? Which supplier did this come from?"
"The supplier claims it didn't come from them this way. It means it happened in one of our warehouses during packaging."
I clench my fists. Could this have something to do with the people who are leaving the brass? Whoever it is, I will track them down and make them pay. My work is all I have to keep me going these days. It's the only thing keeping my mind busy, the one thing I haven't failed. I won't let some asshole fuck it up for me or my family. "Who was packing the order?"
"I'm not sure, boss. There were several people working at the time."
"Then find out who the hell they were and bring them to me."
"Consider it done. I just sent a message to Alberto. He said he's already on it, checking out the time log on the wall."
"Good. No one fucks with my drugs and doesn't suffer the consequences."
"He messaged me back and said there was a name he didn't recognize."
"What was it?"
His face wrinkles. "It's not really a name. I'm not sure how no one caught this before or how this man got into the warehouse."
"What does it say?" I pound my fist against the wall.
His jaw twitches. "Your conejito."
My eyes widen and the blood drains from my face. "You're sure?"
"Yes, boss. I even have a picture of the sheet." He shows me his phone and sure enough written in black, bold letters is the nickname I'd given to the one person who had full control of my heart. I've been biding my time for the right moment to show up on his doorstep. I even found out his favorite places he goes in order to unwind. I made sure to secure a membership for whenever I'm in town and am up for a little playing in case he ends up being there. Looks like it will happen a lot sooner now.
"We can always check the cameras in the—"
"It's not necessary."
"But boss…"
"Don't worry, Able. I got it from here."
?Estás seguro?
I nod, grabbing my keys. "Oh I'm sure. Call Mateo, tell him I'll be going away for a few days and when I get back I expect to see the man responsible for the gold brass tied up in the cellar, ready to give me the names of his friends. I need to pay an old friend a visit. Also get rid of Colunga. Tell him I'll make up for the misunderstanding and he will have his drugs. I'll be leaving out the back way."
"You know when you'll be back?"
"Shouldn't be later than Friday." That's if I come back at all. I’m not sure if I’d be able to walk away as easily as before. It had taken everything out of me not to jump out of my car and call out his name. Would I have been greeted with a smile or with his gun? It’s time to find out.
Loud footsteps rush in behind me and one of my guys is covered in ash, nearly out of breath. “We got the last fire put out. Luckily not much damage was done this time. We did find this.” Hector hands me a familiar gun, the same one I had mailed out a few days ago. I smile, gripping it in my fingers. “Have my jet ready to go by the time I get to the depot.”
“Sure thing, boss and what should be done about the gun?" He points to the pistol in my hand.
"I plan to hand deliver it to its owner myself tomorrow and I'll make sure it won't be coming back this way ever again."
I don't worry about packing. I usually have a bag ready to go in all my cars and even my jet in case I'm in too much of a hurry to remember to grab my things from the trunk. A few of my men follow me out back. I slip into my vehicle with two guards in tow and exit the back of the estate. I place an old photo from my pocket onto the dash, smiling as I remember the exact moment it was taken. Marcus's body was stretched out on the bed of the hotel we always went to, his robe pulled open in the center, exposing one of his nipples and hard, leaking cock.
What I'd give to have him like that in front of me again, spreading his legs while asking me to come and get what's mine and I'd respond with, “Just a little longer.”
I call the Red Dungeon, still having the number memorized for when I was ready to stop by for a good time. I hadn't played with anyone in a while and maybe I should release some frustration before going to see Marcus. I'll have more resistance that way and a clearer mind. Tonight wouldn't be about sex. I usually keep the two things separate. It had never felt right giving my full self to anyone else. A man with a deep voice comes on the other line, greeting me and tearing me away from my thoughts.
"Thank you for calling Red Dungeon, how can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm a new member and will be in town tonight looking for a little fun. My name is Edmond Ortego."
"Ah yes, Mr. Ortego, we've been waiting for your call. We are happy you can finally make it in for your first experience."
Once I tell him what I'm looking for, he puts me on hold to see if anyone coming in would be a match for me. I thrum my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for him to return.
"You still there?"
"Yes."
"Good, I think I have the perfect sub for you tonight. He does have a few conditions though."
I lift a brow. "Oh? What are those exactly?"
"He doesn't want to know who his play partner is and insists on remaining blindfolded the whole time. Oh, and he doesn't want you to talk too much during the scene. Only when necessary."
"I can handle that."
"Good, be sure to be here tonight by eight p.m. When you get here, come to the front desk and we will show you the room you'll be in."
"Does this man have a name?"
"He prefers to keep that information private, but he does have a nickname he'd like you to call him. Mi conejito."
I hang up the phone, smiling. Looks like I'll be in the same room with Marcus sooner than tomorrow. I had chosen the perfect day to go into town. Only a few hours until I get to touch him again and hear him fall apart beneath me. It's been way too long. My heart is nearly beating out of my chest from the anticipation alone.
Just a little longer.