22. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Marcus
Carlos stays close behind Able, following him back to Club Rio where Mario’s brother is being held. If Mario comes after us, it will be there first. It's going to be harder for him to go unnoticed in a public place downtown. There’s a reason the North location is where I have my main office, it’s not a place you want to cause a scene. We pull up to the back and all go inside, heading for the elevator.
Miguel grabs my hand as we all cram into the small space. I squeeze his fingers, offering him a reassuring smile letting him know it's okay to need me too. He also has moments where he's lost and vulnerable—I want to be the one to help him find his way.
We enter the basement and Isaiah stays ahead of us to open the cellar. The man tied to a chair is blindfolded with his hands behind his back. He shifts in his seat, fighting against the ropes. "Please. I don't know anything, I swear."
"Are you sure about that? He's your brother. Surely he's told you something."
He shakes his head, sobbing. "He hasn't told me anything and if you think he cares if I die, you're wrong."
"I guess we will have to wait and see, won't we." I yank the bandana off his eyes. "What's your name?"
"Fuck you."
I laugh and my hand slaps hard across his face. He grunts between gritted teeth.
"Let's try this again. What does your brother call you?"
"Richard."
"Dick. Seems fitting," Miguel adds, "How old are you?"
"Nineteen. Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want. I can even work for free, I'm good at what I do."
I huff. "What's that exactly?"
"I'm a stick-up boy. I'm light on my feet and quick too."
"You weren't today."
"I thought the man who took me was Curtis. I was supposed to meet him at the truck stop and ended up in the back of a black SUV instead. I didn't know what Curtis looked like. I was only given a description by my brother's second in command, and ‘he’ matched it perfectly.” He gestures toward Isaiah with his head.
"You're a lot younger than I expected." I grab his face, peering into his red rimmed eyes. "That's some age gap between you and your brother. Last time I checked Mario was pushing fifty."
"We don't share the same mother."
"Ah, that makes sense. A secret love child."
"Now you understand why we aren't close. I only took the job, because he promised to pay off my college debt. It's not because we share some brotherly love and run some family operation."
"I still don't believe you." I release his face and step back.
"We'll see if you have the same answers for us tomorrow. Unless your brother shows up before then."
We go back upstairs, and Carlos is waiting for me in my office. Isaiah and Able walk to the front and Miguel doesn't leave my side.
"More news?" I ask.
"Yes, but I think you will like this news. It's in regard to Mario's brother,” Carlos says.
"And?" I raise my brow.
"He's not Mario's father's secret love child."
"Then who is he?" Miguel asks, crossing his arms.
"He's Mario's bastard son."
I perk up in interest, stroking my chin. "So does his wife know this kid exists?"
"I'm not sure, but from what I gather Mario still sees this mystery woman. They meet up every Thursday at a hotel in Kearny."
"That's very specific. How do you know all this?" Miguel shifts against the wall.
"Because he recently pissed off one of his runners. The guy was more than willing to tell me anything I wanted to know in exchange for his own life. He had this guy deliver many gifts and messages to his mistress before. Her name is Claudia and she's at least ten years younger than him."
"Tomorrow is Thursday. We can make sure his story checks out. Did he give you the name of the hotel?"
"Pleasant Dreams Hotel. It's a small run down place no one would expect him to go.”
Miguel huffs. "Sounds familiar."
I glare his way and he laughs, shaking his head.
Carlos glances between us. "I'm not sure what's going on here and don’t think I want to know."
"You'll catch on soon enough." Miguel stands proudly in the corner of the room, smiling cheekily.
"This isn't helping right now."
"Lo siento. Please Carlos, do go on."
Carlos sighs. “I called a while ago to make sure her reservations were still in place under her name and they were with a check in time for four p.m. We need to figure out the best way to approach the situation."
"Miguel and I can handle it. Make sure no one comes looking for Mario's son and if they do, kill them."
"What should we do about the kid?"
"Once his father's dead, we’ll give him a job like he asked."
"You don't think he'll care to work for someone who killed his father?" Miguel arches a brow.
"The look he had in his eyes every time I mentioned Mario's name told me he wants this asshole dead as much as we do."
"Then it's settled. Miguel can meet me tomorrow at three p.m. and we will surprise Mario together."
"You going to give me a meeting place, Mi Conejito?"
I blink. "I think you'll figure it out."
Miguel licks his lips, staring at me with a heated gaze that moves up and down my body.
Carlos shifts uncomfortably. "I think I preferred it when you two hated each other."
Miguel laughs, tossing his head back. "See you tomorrow, precious." He presses a kiss to my temple and then turns back to Carlos. "See you at the house and remind me to give you that exact same look every time you kiss my son in front of me."
Carlos sneers and I'm the one cackling so hard, I nearly fall to the floor. I walk over to my desk and Carlos exits the room right after Miguel. I take care of some business in my office and handle some large drug dealings via radio and in untraceable chat rooms. We've had no more incidents with missing orders here ever since Mario arrived in Kansas City. If tomorrow is successful then the surprise visits should stop too.
After a few more hours of getting wrapped up in emails and phone calls, I leave the club. I ask my driver to take me to the closest bakery and grab the last case of lemon bars they have. It's time I pay Miguel a visit for once.
My driver pulls into the driveway of Carlos’s house when the gate opens. I'm let inside the house with no issues—the perks of having Miguel staying with my son. I'd much rather have him in my bed, but it will take a while for me to reach the point where I can trust him enough to fully have him in my world. Joey walks down the steps as I’m on my way up. “Hey, Marcus. Didn’t know you were stopping by. Is Carlos or Isaiah expecting you?”
I shake my head, gesturing up the stairs. “I’m here to see someone else.”
He glances behind me. “Ah, I see. Will you be staying here tonight then?”
“No, I’ll only be a few hours. I have some things to take care of at home tonight that can’t be ignored for too long.”
He nods, smiling softly. “Well you know you’re welcome here anytime.”
“Good to know,” I say, moving farther up the steps.
“Oh and Miguel is staying in the second room to the right,” he shouts from behind me. “And don’t worry, each room is soundproof. He shouldn’t hear you coming.”
Good . I hum softly, rushing up the remainder of the stairs, heading in the direction where Joey told me to go. I twist the door open slowly, smiling wide when it isn’t locked. My stomach is swirling with nerves when I enter the room. The bed is still made and there’s no sign of Miguel anywhere. I’m about to walk out when the sound of water coming from nearby has me stopping midway. I smile, shutting and locking the door to the bedroom.
The bathroom door is cracked open allowing steam to seep out from the hot shower. I set the lemon bars on the nearby nightstand and strip off my clothes. The air grows warmer the closer I get to the fogging glass door. I take a deep breath, wrapping my fingers gently around the handle and pull the door open to step inside behind Miguel. He quickly spins around, and his guard drops the minute his eyes land on me. I'm surprised the man doesn't bathe with a gun in his hand. “Was someone not able to wait until tomorrow?”
I shake my head, stepping closer. “We never did get to eat those lemon bars yesterday, so I thought we could have some dessert before dinner tonight.”
He licks his lips, eyeing me up and down. “Who doesn’t enjoy dessert before dinner?”
“Maybe the same people who don’t like getting clean just to get dirty?” I step closer, swiping my tongue over his lips. He pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time now.”
“Of me sneaking up on you in the shower?”
He shakes his head and presses his forehead to mine. “For you to come running into my arms again. I’m afraid if I blink too much, I’ll wake up.”
I stroke his cheek, brushing my nose against his. “First of all, no running happened. Not something I would recommend in a shower and second you can blink as many times as you want; I’ll still be standing here in front of you waiting for you to get me clean.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to mine. “Good thing, taking care of my boy is one of my favorite activities.”
He grabs a washcloth from nearby. He soaks it under the water and covers it in suds before running it down my back. “Let's make sure we get all those hard to reach places.”
He washes my front, sliding the towel down my torso and in between my legs. A shiver runs through me when he gently caresses my cock with his fingers and the washcloth runs over my balls, getting closer to my quivering hole. I arch my back as he presses harder against my pucker, rubbing my tender flesh. His kisses cover my face and neck while his hands continue to worship my body. He nibbles at my earlobe, the warmth of his mouth heating my skin in a way hot water never could. “Are you ready to have what you came here for?"
"Yes."
"On your knees, precious.”
My breath hitches and my knees slowly come down to the cold porcelain. I nudge my face into his crotch, and he pulls me back by my hair. "Not yet. Someone is already forgetting what it means to be patient, but for once you don't have a gun pointing at my head or cock. So, I think that earns you some points for progress." He tugs tighter on my strands, forcing my eyes to meet his, pulling my face out of the water. "You want to suck on Papi's cock? Is that what you need?"
"Si." My breath comes out in pants. He strokes my cheek with his other hand with a tight grip remaining on my hair. "Go ahead, Mi conejito. Take my tip into your mouth, no hands."
Being impatient and overly anxious, I shove my lips over his crown, grazing his skin with my teeth. He clicks his tongue, pulling free from my mouth. "Not like that, mi amor. Relax. It's okay. There's no rush. Try again and this time with less teeth and more tongue. Someone is a little out of practice." He leans over, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb. "Not to worry, sweetheart. That's what you have your Papi for. Not only to take care of you and keep you safe, but to guide you."
I mewl, rubbing my face against his groin. Only with Miguel can I let go in this way. He's never seen me as weak or lesser than him for submitting. If anything he makes me feel as if I'm on top of the world, like I can overcome anything. I hold the power more than he does, because this ends whenever I say it does.
"What do you do when it gets too much, precious?"
"Tap your leg."
"Good boy."
I suck his tip back into my mouth, taking my time tasting him with my tongue. His drop of precum is salty, having me crave more, but I remain patient, taking only what Papi allows me to have. If I show him how good I can be, I'll get my reward.
"Go ahead, baby, take me all the way. Remember to keep your hands to your sides."
I slide my mouth up and down his length before taking him all the way to his base, rubbing my nose into his groin. He strokes my hair, and I can't get enough of his touches. "Such a good boy. You're so perfect, precious. Everything I could ever want."
I want to believe they’re more than just words. Coming from Miguel's lips they sound sincere and like some unbreakable promise, but my heart still stays mostly shielded. I've waited so long for him. How patient can he be for me? What if I can never give him what he wants? Will he still take me without having all of my heart?