Hidden But Not Safe (Wicked Defenders #2)

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

N az stared at the woman’s feet. They were bare and dirty and a little bloody, but also dainty and highly arched. Those feet didn’t belong in an old, abandoned recycling warehouse. This place was dangerous, even when it wasn’t being used by the cartel. Old chains and pieces of metal and bits of glass were scattered over the concrete. He couldn’t help but worry about her feet, even if they were already bloody.

He knew what it was like to not own any shoes.

“Ignacio, check out this puta ,” Miguel said with an elbow to his side.

Naz never understood why Miguel chose him to bitch at. It wasn’t like Naz was going to answer.

His gaze rose reluctantly up her body, taking in the greenish bruise on her bared thigh and the shortest shorts he’d ever seen. There was more discoloration at the edge of her exposed stomach; the bruises disappeared behind the flannel overshirt that was a little too tight even without the dealer’s hard grip on her arm. The deep cut of her shirt showed off the bronzed slope of her breasts, which he skipped over quickly, focusing instead on her face. Her lips seemed to tremble before they lifted into a smile. That smile fed into her eyes, which were a hypnotizing amber, like a cat’s eyes, and just as calculating.

She made Naz nervous. His hand twitched at his side.

None of the dealers had ever dared to bring their women with them before. Distributing fentanyl-laced drugs was a careful business, and this woman didn’t look like she knew what careful was, especially when she opened her mouth.

“You never said they’d be such hotties.” She tried and failed to jerk her arm free from the dealer’s bruising hold. “I wouldn’t mind having a taste.”

The dealer dragged her closer. “Shut your mouth,” he hissed at her.

Miguel exhaled in a groan next to Naz. “Look at that mouth,” he muttered, making Naz even twitchier.

He edged back a step to make sure the few men the dealer had brought with him were in sight. There was only one reason a dealer would have brought someone so distracting to this meeting, and he wasn’t going to let it work. He had to stay focused. That was what he got paid for.

Julio Guzman, the cartel’s nepo baby currently in charge, saw through the distraction as well. He crossed his arms as he stared down the dealer.

“Explain,” Julio said. The word wasn’t a shout—shouting would make him look like a pussy—but his tone held an edge.

The dealer’s grip on the woman tightened even more. He licked his lips nervously. “Sorry, Julio. I didn’t have a choice.”

José, another man from the crew Naz had been running with lately, snorted. He was the youngest, a year younger than Naz’s twenty-two, but with a lot more nerves.

There were six guys in Julio’s crew, including himself. Besides Julio, José, and Miguel, there was also Rocks, a big bruiser of muscle positioned near the entrance, and their newest addition, Seb, who was often silent like Naz, though for different reasons.

Seb was cold and calculating; his lip was curling even now.

Naz couldn’t physically speak. Well, he could, if he concentrated hard enough and was calm about it, but his voice would still sound like crap after all the effort it took. He’d learned to keep silent. Besides, there was nothing about the dispensing of drugs that had kept him calm lately. The cartel had dissolved into a shit show in recent months, with a couple of the front-runners getting arrested because they were idiots.

Naz was beginning to wish he had skills to sell other than being the cartel’s muscle, though he should have been grateful for even that job, given the way he was.

He could take on the dealer and his men, but the woman was an unknown. She seemed to be young, too, likely not even twenty yet.

The flickering in those amber eyes showed her nerves, like she was aware that being surrounded by ten men might not be the best situation.

“Fucking sorry, are you?” She flipped the dark tail of her hair behind her shoulder with her free hand. “Don’t lie. You wanted me here.”

The dealer released her arm, only to backhand her to the ground. “Shut the fuck up, Meg!”

She hit the floor with a thud, then lay still as she sucked in air.

“Enough,” Julio muttered, his eyes shifting from her prone form back to the dealer. “We don’t have time for this mess. You get nothing this week.”

Frustration sharpened the dealer’s face. “Please, Julio! I’ve got buyers already panting for your shit. I can make you money. You can even have the whole cut this week.”

Julio’s eyes narrowed. “You think you can pay me off?”

“No!” The dealer’s eyes shifted around him, as if he were seeing Naz and the others for the first time. “Tell me how to make this right. I’ll do whatever you say.”

Julio preened under the man’s desperation. His gaze shifted back to the distraction on the ground. “Maybe I should fuck your woman in front of you. That’s why you brought her, isn’t it?”

The dealer started sputtering, unable to land on a word.

Meg pushed herself to her hands and knees, arching her back in a way that made most of the men in the warehouse stare at her, and then crawled toward Julio. The edge of her lip was bloody from the slap, and the red smeared as her mouth spread into a smile.

She kneeled directly in front of Julio, her face level with his crotch. “You want to fuck my mouth with your big dick?” she asked, looking up into Julio’s eyes.

His pupils had blown wide, and Naz’s nerves danced.

Julio gripped Meg’s ponytail to tilt her head back farther. “That asshole you belong to put you up to this?”

She couldn’t shake her head, not with his tight grip keeping her still, but her eyes narrowed. “If I do this, I no longer belong to him. I belong to you.” Her tongue slid across her bottom lip. “You won’t regret it. I give the best head you’ll ever have.” Her hand reached out, stroking over the growing bulge in his jeans. “I’ll make you come so hard, I promise.”

“Julio—” the dealer started to whine.

Julio cocked and pointed his gun at the man. “Shut your mouth. You brought this on yourself.”

Meg moaned when his grip tightened on her hair. “You’re so hot. You’ll own me like I want, won’t you?”

Julio’s lip curled. “Take my dick out. Let’s make this asshole watch me come down your throat.”

“Fuck yeah,” Miguel muttered. “I hope we all get a turn.”

Naz began to panic as the woman, Meg, started doing just what Julio had asked. He battled his own memories, focusing on the fact that Meg looked delighted to do this. She was doing it, not him; not the boy he’d once been. No one would ever get to shove a dick down his throat again. He wasn’t chained against a wall and desperate and puny. If someone came at him like that now, he’d kill them first.

Julio’s erection bobbed in Meg’s face. It wasn’t as big as she’d made it out to be, but it was hard and veiny and red.

Naz hated the way dicks looked.

His own shriveled up at the sight.

Meg made a sound in her throat, a hum of pleasure. Naz had heard it before, though only from the person being sucked off. She spat on Julio’s dick, a glob of wetness that she rubbed along the veins, drawing out a curse from him and making his erection even harder.

“Wrap my hair around your fist and use me to get off,” she said right before she swallowed Julio whole. Her lips met her hand where it still fisted his base near his jeans, and she gagged as he hit the back of her throat, moaning around his dick.

Julio groaned, dropping his gun to the concrete with a clank that made her pause. He wrapped her dark hair around his hand like she’d asked and shoved her head forward again. “Don’t you fucking stop.” His face had reddened. He moved his other hand over the first, thrusting into her face. “ Fuck .” He groaned as if she was sucking out his soul though his dick. “If any of them even twitch,” he ordered, still determined to show everyone who was in charge, “shoot them.”

Drool dripped down Meg’s chin. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked hard, and she moaned again.

Her reaction had to be fake. It was fascinating and disgusting to Naz at the same time. He tried to focus on the men behind her, but he was distracted when she shoved her free hand down the front of her shorts. Her gasps and moans got louder.

“This making you hot, baby?” Julio stared down at her.

Meg’s eyes focused on his as he continued to fuck her mouth.

The other men in the room weren’t as disgusted as Naz was. Miguel palmed himself, making Naz shift away from him. Even Seb had heavy eyes and a twisted smile.

The dealer stared down at his former girl with a combination of lust and dismay.

Her hand down her shorts did its job. Her body shuddered as her eyes slid shut and her lips clamped down on Julio’s thrusting dick.

Julio let out his own groan as he pulled her face tight and gagged her with his cum.

Shudders wracked his body while he stared down at Meg. He finally withdrew from her mouth. “Fuck, that mouth. You didn’t lie.” His fingers stroked her cheek before he released her completely, tucking his dick back into his jeans.

Meg removed her hand from her shorts, her fingers glistening. She shoved them into her mouth to suck them clean, and some of the men around the warehouse grunted. She used the hand to wipe away the drool and cum that had dribbled from her mouth.

“My pussy clamps down even better. If I’m yours, kill this asshole that hit me, and I’ll show you.”

Julio bent down to pick up his gun. “You’ll show me either way.”

Meg hesitated, then nodded.

“Julio, look—”

Julio didn’t take his eyes off of Meg as he interrupted the dealer’s begging with a bullet to his face.

Naz and Seb took out the dealer’s companions even as they reached for their guns. Getting ride of multiple bodies was going to be a bitch.

“But you’re right,” Julio said. “No one gets to touch what’s mine.” He tucked away his gun before reaching for her arm and pulling her to her feet. “Should I fuck you here, where they can all watch again?” He sneered at her. “A slut like you would get off on everyone having a turn ramming your cunt if I let them, wouldn’t you?”

Some of the men called out their interest, Miguel being the first.

Naz wondered if he was the only one who saw the way nerves skittered in Meg’s amber eyes.

“I only want your dick,” she said, smiling at Julio.

Naz felt like he had ice in his veins. If Julio went through with this, fucking her right there, Naz was getting out of there as fast as he could and leaving them to clean up the fucking mess on their own, consequences be damned.

Julio wrinkled his nose, the smell of the bodies registering. “That asshole shat himself. Good thing you’re with a real man now, baby. Come on.”

Naz stared after them. Julio had a firm grip on Meg, right over the bruise on her arm, where the now-dead dealer had gripped her.

Naz tucked his own gun away and moved to the bodies, focusing on the distraction while the other men complained about how they hadn’t gotten to fuck such a prime piece of ass.