Remorseless (Death Dwellers MC Legacy Generation #5)

Prelude –Trust

After a nineteen-hour flight and a three-hour bus ride over treacherous roads, John Donovan thanked his years of club life for his endurance. Sometimes, he’d go two or three days without sleep, especially when he’d been a prospect.

Even if that hadn’t been the case, he would’ve made the long journey. He felt partially responsible for his grandfather’s exile. Therefore, he couldn’t ignore Logan’s summons to visit him in Colombia.

Either way it went, guilt ate at Johnnie. If he hadn’t made the trip, he would feel as if he let his grandfather down. Now that he was there, he felt as if he betrayed Christopher, his cousin…brother…brother-cousin…?

Cousin-brother?

Brother and cousin.

Not only didn’t Christopher know Logan was still alive, he didn’t know he and Johnnie had the same miserable father.

Sighing, Johnnie took a drag of his cigarillo. He wasn’t sure of the brand, but it had an excellent flavor profile. If he couldn’t find unopened packs, he’d have to take a few from the tray to bring to the guys.

On second thought, that wasn’t the best idea.

Johnnie didn’t want Val, Mortician, or Digger to figure out the reason he traveled to Colombia. If he brought any mementos, his secrets might slip out.

Fuck. So many times over the past months, Johnnie almost came clean. Except he never found the right words.

Their grandfather’s life meant as little to Christopher as Christopher’s mattered to their grandfather.

Logan alive wouldn’t concern Christopher.

However, their shared father would more than likely infuriate Christopher, since poor Aunt Patricia had suffered so much after being raped and giving birth to him as a result.

Johnnie wasn’t sure what became of his own biological parents. The couple who’d raised him, Simon and Marissa Donovan, had actually been Logan’s son and daughter-in-law. Simon was shot to death when Johnnie was thirteen while Marissa died of something several years later.

So many fucking lies!

Until the big reveal on that dark day, Johnnie hadn’t known about Grandda’s and Grandmother’s youngest child, Tess. He’d always thought they only had two children, Patricia and Simon.

Johnnie scrubbed a hand over his face, took a final drag of his cigarillo, then set it in the ashtray on the small patio table.

He leaned back in his chair and admired the lush greenery of his surroundings.

Mist shrouded the magnificent Andes mountains, a perfect backdrop for the deep valleys and rolling hills.

The elevation of Grandda’s farm allowed Johnnie to peer down and pick out red-tiled roofs of the coffee plantations where the plants created a verdant green mosaic.

On the drive from the airport, Johnnie noticed streams and rivers crisscrossing the area.

Here and there, sparkling waterfalls captured his attention and drove away his fatigue.

All sorts of shrubs, trees, and flowering plants dotted the landscape.

He couldn’t name most of them, but he picked out the ferns and orchids.

Even as breathtaking as it was, he felt out-of-place, a little miserable, and completely lost. He missed Christopher. At least in Hortensia, Johnnie had a purpose. He had a connection.

After being awake for over a day, he was escorted to his bedroom by a big motherfucker named Mauricio. Ten minutes later, a platter of food arrived, and he was instructed to sleep well.

He’d awakened early this morning, rested and ready for the day.

He glanced at his watch. Big Joe bought him a Rolex travel watch eight months ago, when Johnnie turned twenty-four.

Still wasn’t a custom-made loaded pickup Big Joe gifted Christopher with two months ago.

At least the watch adjusted the time zones automatically. He had an hour before their noon meal.

“ Senor, su bano está listo .”

The soft voice startled Johnnie. Glancing over his shoulder, he widened his eyes.

A naked girl stood feet away. Her shiny black hair cascading in soft waves down her back, reflected a subtle sheen in the sunlight.

Her honey-colored complexion glowed warmly, giving her a radiant appearance.

Her eyes, a deep and rich brown, sparkled with intensity and warmth, framed by long, dark lashes that accentuated their depths.

Gentle curves sculpted her stunning body, highlighted by flawless skin. She had slender arms, toned legs, a graceful neck, and small breasts topped by reddish-brown nipples.

“ Senor, su bano está listo ,” she repeated.

He’d learned a few phrases but not many. One he’d perfected— no hablo espanol . He hadn’t learned Spanish because he didn’t think he’d interact with any of the locals. He’d expected to be in his grandfather’s company where Logan would do most of the talking.

In school, Johnnie had learned German, though he had little opportunity to use it, so he was rusty.

She waved at him and pointed toward the patio door that led to the bedroom.

“ No hablo espanol .”

She frowned, glanced over her shoulder, then scampered forward. She grabbed his hand and tugged. “ ?Venga! ”

The urgency in her voice made him stand and follow her into his room.

She didn’t release his hand, and he didn’t bother to pull away.

He continued following her through the bedroom.

Their bare feet were silent over the polished hardwood floor.

High ceilings drew the tropical heat up and allowed the fans to circulate cooler air.

The farmhouse’s splendor still shocked Johnnie.

Grandda lived a much more magnificent lifestyle here than he had in Hortensia.

In the bathroom, the girl released his hand and turned to him.

Like the rest of the quiet luxury of his suite, the bathroom was a study of porcelain, marble, wood, and crystal.

Floor-to-ceiling windows comprised one wall.

Though it offered little privacy, it afforded another magnificent view.

The centerpiece was an oversized tub, where curlicues of steam rose from the scented bathwater. On the edge were two washcloths and a bar of soap. A razor and shaving cream sat atop fluffy white towels on the counter near the sink.

She nodded to the bath, then gripped the hem of his T-shirt.

Johnnie lifted his arms and bent, so she could pull the T-shirt over his head.

She stared at his chest. Licked her lips. Raised a desire-filled gaze to him. “ Hermoso ! Magnífico .”

Though he wasn’t sure about the meaning of ‘hermoso’, he understood ‘magnífico’, and smiled. “ ?Muchas gracias .”

His thanks pleased her and she slid her hands over his bare chest. Her touch jolted him. Partially because of her callouses. He grabbed her wrists and she frowned. “What is your name?”

She gave him a blank look, so he released her and pointed to himself. “I am Johnnie. Johnnie ,” he stressed. He searched his brain for the proper words.

Ich hei?e wouldn’t go over well. Of all the times to remember a German phrase, it was now.

“Uhh, me llamó Johnnie.”

She smiled. “Johnnie.” Her accent sweetened the sound of his name. “Paz. Yo soy Paz.”

“A lovely name for an exquisite girl.” He wished she understood him.

Her hands roamed over him again and down to his belt buckle.

The moment he stepped out of his boxers and jeans, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her sweet lips around his cock.

He sank his fingers into her wealth of black hair and groaned, sliding his dick down her throat.

Each time she gagged, his nuts throbbed and he tightened his hold on her hair.

He came hard, holding her head in place and keeping his cock in the depths of her hot mouth until she swallowed every last drop of jizz.

When he pulled out and helped her to her feet, he wasn’t nearly sated.

He smelled her arousal and wanted in her pussy.

Forgetting a bath for the time being, he took her back to the bedroom and urged her onto the four-poster bed.

He climbed next to her and drew her into his arms, raining kisses along the curve of her jaw, licking the pulse point in her neck, and nipping her earlobe.

Slowly, he rolled onto her, moved his mouth down her body, pausing at each tit to suck her nipples to hard points.

His fingers followed the trail of his mouth, down her flat belly to her hairless feminine mound.

Shouldering her thighs apart, Johnnie dipped his head and licked her glistening slit. Drawing in a sharp breath, she jerked and gasped. Opening her pussy lips exposed her swollen clit. He tongued around it, slid a finger into her, and worked in and out of her.

Her grinds grew wild and he lost his cadence.

To keep her still, he abandoned the pussy rub and used his hands to grip each of her hips.

He took his time to eat her out. Her ecstatic screams and loud moans were music to his ears.

Each time she came, he tongued her juices and licked her faster.

Until he decided he’d pleasured her enough, rose on his knees and sank into her.

Their groans mingled. At first, he moved slowly, savoring her cunt and wanting her to feel every inch of his cock. She moved with him, gripped his dick in the vise of her pussy walls.

Johnnie lost control, slamming into her over and over again, and filling her with his cum.

Paz stayed with Johnnie for the entire week. Grandda didn’t allow her to eat at the table in either the dining room or on the terrace. He classified her as a servant.

Besides fucking and sucking him, she changed Johnnie’s sheets every day, saw to his clothes, bathed and shaved him, washed his hair, served him breakfast in bed and acted as his waitress during lunch and dinner.

Most of her chores she performed in the nude.

When Grandda took Johnnie on a walking tour, Paz trailed a few feet behind him, wearing an embroidered skirt and cotton shirt with simple leather sandals.

He bought her a brightly colored shawl and a handwoven bag from street vendors, although the gesture annoyed Grandda.