4. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
T he next day, Julio bragged to the crew about Meg’s ability to put a condom on with her mouth, which confirmed the box she’d picked up had been used. Naz would have preferred not to know.
He tried his best to ignore Meg in general, but it was difficult. She hung around them all the time when she wasn’t dragging Julio to the trailer to take care of his dick.
A couple of times, Naz found a Post-it near him when he woke up. He was the only one who slept in the warehouse, and no one typically bothered him. That Meg had managed to get close enough to leave a note, twice, without waking him left him rattled.
Both notes had been pointless. The first said, ‘Thank you for the shoes!’ with a drawing that was probably supposed to be shoes but looked like blobs to him. The second had been a smudged press of lipstick lips but no words. He’d shoved it into his pocket with the other and assumed it was another thank-you.
Naz didn’t need her gratitude.
She was chaotic, and Julio seemed into it. So did most of the other guys. They made him twitchy with their constant talk about what her pussy would feel like.
At least she stayed in the trailer during their meetings with the dealers. Having her around was distracting, and Naz couldn’t afford that. It would cut into his ability to spot issues early.
Julio had been put in charge of distribution to the dealers. If the crew got hit right after a delivery, it could cause a shit ton of loss. Naz had stepped up during a few hits with other crews in the past and had picked up on a cop raid once as well. The cartel had asked Ramiro for him specifically when Julio’s crew was put together a few months ago.
The shipments of fentanyl-laced drugs came in as pills and powder. Naz touched the stuff as little as possible. He’d been forced to use drugs in his past, but he hadn’t liked the way they made him feel.
Meg had been with them a few days when the next shipment dropped. She came into the warehouse while they were sorting and hopped up on an unused corner of the table, lifting one of the baggies with a hum in her throat.
“You ever test the product?” she asked.
Half the crews Naz had worked for wouldn’t touch the stuff. The other half were a mix between addicts and occasional tasters. Fentanyl lacing could be unpredictable. All the crews kept a few Narcans on hand in case a dealer tried the product and reacted badly. The nasal sprays didn’t work perfectly on fentanyl, but since they were available over the counter, the cartel figured it was worth a shot to avoid the results of an overdose.
Julio was the occasional taster type. Naz had only seen him high a handful of times since joining his crew. He made himself scarce whenever it happened. Julio became even more of an asshole when high.
Julio approached Meg, pulling her thighs apart and moving between them. “Want to fuck me while high?” he asked.
She let out a surprised giggle; its happiness raised the hairs on the back of Naz’s neck. Most of the time, Meg seemed to fake being happy. Her smile this time was the one he’d only seen once before, that first day, when she caught him taking a picture of his middle finger.
Julio blinked at her as if he was seeing that smile for the first time. His hands cupped her head, tilting it up so she’d look at him. “How old are you, baby?”
Her smile shifted back to looking forced. “You’re asking me that now?”
Julio tightened his hold. “Is fucking you going to send me to jail? That’s all I want to know.”
She smirked at him. “Want me to start calling you ‘Daddy’?”
His hand slid down to her throat and squeezed in warning. “Don’t fuck with me.”
Her hand fumbled for his wrist. “Relax. I’m nineteen. Your dick is getting young pussy, not jail-time pussy.”
His thumb stroked her neck. “If you’re lying to me, I’ll make you regret it.” He released her to grab the bag of powder. “Now, want to feel good?”
Her lips widened again, but the grin looked strained. “Fuck yeah!” Her eyes slid Naz’s way, but he made sure he looked somewhere else.
Seb surprised him by opting out of the drugs and settling beside him instead. The dark-skinned, dark-haired newest addition to their crew was still a mystery to Naz. He was some type of cousin or some shit. Naz didn’t really care. At least Seb paid attention when it counted.
“Not one for drugs?” Seb asked him.
Naz figured it was obvious enough he wasn’t and didn’t answer.
Meg was wearing that tube top and the shorts that showed her underwear. The other guys whistled at her when she bent over for her turn to snort. Naz was glad he didn’t have much of a view.
“Careful,” Seb murmured. His eyes laughed at him when Naz met them. “It’s pretty obvious she catches your attention.”
Naz would need to try harder to ignore her.
He was trying so hard that he had no warning when her dainty hands wrapped around one of his, trying to tug him up.
“Not gonna join?” she asked with a flirty smile.
Naz jerked free from her grip, causing her to stumble back.
Julio caught her, pulling her against him and moving his other hand to grab between her legs. “Give it up, baby. Naz will never want your snatch.” His hand dug into her, making her wince. “Rumor is, he’s had it cut off. That, along with the brain damage, make quite a package, don’t you think?” He laughed as he nuzzled against her neck from behind. “He never touched you on that pharmacy run, so I figure it’s true enough.”
Naz felt her eyes burning into him, but he refused to engage. Half of what Julio said was true, and he preferred she believed the other half.
“If you’re horny, let Daddy take care of you.” What had pissed Julio off before made him laugh now as he dragged her to the table. He was going to fuck her there, in front of everyone.
Seb chuckled from beside Naz. “Wait. You’ve got no dick?”
Naz shoved to his feet, flipping Seb off as he headed out for a perimeter check. It was about time for one, anyway.
“You’re going to miss seeing her condom trick!” Julio’s shout chased him out of the warehouse.
It took longer than Naz would have liked to shove back the memories. There was a patch of trees past the trailers, and he followed the path to the road, making sure the gate back there was still secure. The rattle of the leaves in the breeze was nice. A couple more laps around the perimeter, and he felt like he could breathe again.
He’d assumed the sex would be over since he’d been gone so long. Instead, he walked in to see Meg bouncing on Julio’s cock. Her hips ground down as she whimpered, and she rocked in almost a frenzy.
The position wasn’t one that raised any memories for Naz. Meg was in control and begging for more. Naz had never begged for anything, unless it was to stop.
Julio’s hand grabbed the center of her tube top. “Let them see these tits,” he snarled, but instead of dragging it down, the material ripped, and he laughed as he tossed it away.
She was completely naked, and fucking him with everything she had. Her tits were too perky to have much more than a ripple to the flesh instead of a full bounce.
Julio’s laughter died as he cursed. “Fuck,” he panted as she ground against him, the muscles in her thighs flexing. His body arched under her, lifting her as he came.
Watching a man come was not something Naz ever wanted to see again. He fumbled against the wall as his stomach twisted, focusing hard on not choking on his own vomit as he stared anywhere but at Julio and Meg.
He saw the others enraptured with the show. Miguel and José even had their dicks out, jacking it to Meg’s continued pathetic moans. Rocks hadn’t pulled his out, but he stroked it through his jeans.
Naz couldn’t look at the men any more. Men, and their dicks, were such fuckers. He slid down the wall with a thump as taunts rang in his ears, ones he knew weren’t real, just memories. Meg’s pained cries made him flinch and drew his gaze to her. His vision narrowed, all voices but hers quieting in that moment.
Julio was done, lying limp beneath her. She’d ridden him through his orgasm and continued to fuck him.
Julio’s face twisted in annoyance, and he flipped to his side, knocking her naked onto the concrete floor. “Enough! You’re making cum leak out of the condom all over me.”
Her hand moved between her legs, rubbing for all she was worth. Sweat glistened down her chest between her breasts as she whined and her hips humped her hand. Looking at a woman, Naz realized, didn’t bother him as much.
“I can’t come,” she whined.
Julio laughed as he braced himself with his arms. “Still desperate for it? Plenty of dicks for you to try out if mine isn’t enough. Maybe it’s time to pass you around.”
Meg grew still. Her hand moved away as she sat up, curling into a crouch over her legs. “No. No, you’re enough.”
“Don’t be shy, baby. You like to fuck, and you drained me like a champ.” He gestured toward Miguel. “He’s ready to pop off. See if he does it for you.”
“I was wrong. I already came,” Meg babbled, starting to scramble away.
Julio grabbed her face in his hand. “Don’t you fucking lie to me.”
Naz had heard that tone before, and it echoed in his mind.
Meg couldn’t shake her head in Julio’s tight grip. “I only want you, Julio. I’m desperate for you, not for anyone else.”
Satisfaction spread over Julio’s face, and he released her.
Everything came to Naz through a tunnel as Meg dragged on her underwear and shorts. She lifted the scraps that her top had become, her lips trembling.
“You ripped it.” Her lips hardened in a twist as she threw the scraps at Julio. “How could you fucking rip it!” she screamed.
The torn shirt didn’t go far, just fluttered toward the ground in front of her, but the intent was enough. Julio lunged.
Meg fled. Straight for Naz. She threw herself down in front of him, likely scraping up her skin. Naz lost sight of her, lost sight of everything except the man rushing him.
Julio’s dick was out, and he was coming straight at Naz.
Naz lost a beat of time. He was never sure how much time he lost whenever that happened.
The blackness receded, and Seb stood in front of Naz, holding his arms.
Julio stood frozen, but at least he wasn’t dead. He eyed Naz warily.
Naz tried to break Seb’s grip.
“Whoa!” Seb said, his eyes flashing. “Everyone needs to check their shit.” He was between Naz and Julio, but his eyes were on Naz. “You’re good. No one’s coming after you.”
Naz blinked. He drew in a deep breath when Julio moved farther away. He normally felt frozen when he had an episode, but now his skin was on fire.
He shook Seb off and stepped back, almost tripping over Meg on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed out. “It’s fine. I’m sorry.”
Julio huffed out a breath. “Shit.” He looked down at where Meg cowered and his shoulders relaxed. “Fuck, baby. You don’t have anything to wear, do you?” He groaned. “That’s why you’re so upset.”
Seb’s face twisted, but he faced Naz so no one else saw it.
The way Meg cried and curled in on herself made it impossible for Naz to concentrate. And he really didn’t need anyone naked right now.
Naz pulled off his shirt, bending and dropping it over her head. It was way too big on her, but it made her next sob hitch and stop. Her eyes lifted to his, and he felt a gut punch from the shimmering there that made the amber color even brighter.
Naz couldn’t be there anymore. He walked away, deciding another trip to the trees was in order. He’d stay out there until he’d battled the memories clawing at him and hope like hell no one was fucking when he got back.