Chapter 16
C H A P T E R1 6
Bonnie and Clyde
Cade
The Past – 3 months ago
A n undertone of anarchy wafted in the air as I pulled up to Cordova mansion in the afterhours. The guards let me through without a fuss, though one still managed to inch me a scowl. I was tempted to pull out my gun and shoot his pissy-looking face, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with a bitching Francisco Cordova. You had to pick and choose your battles.
Nearly three years of dating Ella and her papá was nowhere near close to accepting me. He went as far as begging his daughter to ditch my ass and date Josh instead, but I was like a pesky fly, refusing to leave. Here to fucking stay.
The faster he got it through his thick skull that I was his future son-in-law, the better. At least Silvia Cordova, Ella’s mother, excelled at hiding her contempt. She even offered me a champurrado with a grimacing smile the last time I visited.
Point was, I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of me. Ella’s opinion was the only one that mattered.
I parked my motorcycle on the perimeters of the driveway, furthest from the prying eyes of the other guards. Pulling up the visor of my black helmet, I plucked out my phone from my leather jacket and shot my girlfriend a text.
Come out, baby. —Princepin
Ask me nicely. —Princess
I chuckled, hearing her spoiled voice in my head.
Dearest princess, I hope this finds you well. Will you do me the honour of gracing me with your wonderful presence? Otherwise, I’m leaving and doing this mission on my own 3 —Princepin
Nice enough for you? —Princepin
Add a ‘please’ and it’s perfect ?? —Princess
Ella… —Princepin
I’m cominggg. —Princess
You will be. Before the night is over. —Princepin
Promise, querido? —Princess
My little opportunist. She never missed a chance to seek her pleasure.
Promise. Now come out. Please. —Princepin
Starved for the sight of her, my eyes devoured Ella’s silhouette as she darted out of the gardens and headed towards me. She was stunning as ever, her long hair billowing wildly in the wind like a black flag.
A smile broke across my lips as she threw herself at me, knowing I’d catch her without fail.
Immediately, I was slammed with her mouth-watering scent. Jasmines. Orange blossoms. An unrivalled tonic that triggered a sense of aliveness through my being.
I spun her around just to hear that sweet laugh ringing in my ears. It was my favourite melody in the world. After the sound of her heartbeat.
Placing her back on her feet, I stole a kiss when Ella jerked off my helmet.
“Hi, querido .”
“Hi, pretty girl.” I grabbed her jaw with one hand, squeezed her cheeks until her lips puckered, and planted aggressive kisses packed with zeal all over her mouth.
It made my girl giggle in the cutest manner.
She was irresistible. I always thought of kissing Ella. And when I was kissing her, I was thinking about when I could kiss her next. I was just that obsessed with her.
“Long time no see,” she teased.
I arched a brow, running my thumb over her glossy lips. We saw each other this morning for brunch before I left to go help Uncle Vance and Josh with new shipments at the art gallery. But if I could have it my way, I’d stay glued to Ella’s side forever. “Right? How dare you disappear from my sight for longer than a minute?”
“Needy boy,” she tutted, wrapping her arms around my neck. “We were only apart for a few hours.”
“Which translates to eternity in my book, sweetheart.” Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lifted her onto my motorcycle. “So now I’m kidnapping you and taking you to my secret lair.”
“Mm. Kinky.” Ella automatically locked her feet around my waist and drew me into her body. “What are we going to do in this secret lair of yours?”
I nipped her bottom lip and whispered, “Bad, bad things, baby.”
The wicked gleam in her eyes matched mine. Crazy, just like me, and down for anything.
Including tonight’s carnage.
She was dressed in all black to impress—or kill , more accurately. A cropped leather jacket and knit bralette adorned her chest. Her ass and shapely thighs were barely contained in her high-waisted miniskirt. And stiletto high heels gave her enough height to reach my chin. I was salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
Before I could make us late to our destination by suggesting a quick romp on my motorcycle, Ella dragged her fingers down my cheek. “Are you hungry? I brought you a cookie.”
Grinning wolfishly, I tightened my hold on her waist. “Oh, baby. I’m always down to eat your cookie.”
She wheezed out a laugh, batting my chest playfully. “No, you horny devil. I actually baked some sugar cookies.” Reaching into her small crossbody purse, she pulled out a Ziploc bag with a giant, blue frosting cookie. “I was worried you didn’t have enough time to eat.”
I was overcome by gratitude.
Three years ago, when Ella found out I’d been malnourished in the past, she took it upon herself to pack extra snacks in her bags. I no longer suffered from hunger since living with the Remingtons, but it was adorable how she made sure I was constantly fed throughout the day.
And I had a sweet tooth that she catered to so well.
Best. Girlfriend. Ever.
Ella handed me the cookie and I broke it in two, offering her a piece. She shook her head and touched my cheek again. “I already had one. You eat.”
I scarfed it down in five bites.
“Do you like it?” She unscrewed a water bottle for me and I took a sip. “I tried a new recipe.”
“It’s delicious. You did a great job.” I patted my abs, satisfied, and kissed her. “ Gracias, querida .”
Ella beamed with joy. I was learning her language and she loved it. “ De nada, querido .”
I got on my motorcycle after placing a helmet on Ella. Usually, we rode alongside each other in separate vehicles. Hot summer nights, cruising down the street, side by side, was one of our favourite things.
Tonight was a special occasion, though. We were breaking many rules and needed to ride together for a fast, secure escape.
Arms wrapped around my waist, she plastered her body behind mine. The note of anarchy swirling in the air shifted to include a hint of dark excitement.
“You ready, princess?” I revved the engine.
Without seeing her face, I imagined the corrupt smile blooming on her face. “Ready, princepin.”
The secret lair in question was an abandoned warehouse off the highway. A common spot for our associates to conduct business.
Tonight’s culprit was Kian Wilsom, one of our dealers.
He started working for us as a bartender in one of our joints and was eventually offered a job with a better ranking. The few times I dealt with Kian, he came off as a strait-laced dude with the ability to use his fists as required. Both important qualities when working in our line of business.
Then Kian made the fucking mistake of touching Ella last weekend at Jared Roy’s party on the East Side, where we were celebrating graduating from St. Victoria.
She was tipsy and dancing with her friends when Kian had the audacity to grope her on the dance floor. He whispered his plans to her in explicit details. Meaning he wanted to fuck her. Without consent. In front of everyone. Ella slapped his hands away and threatened to kill him.
By the time my girlfriend found me and told me what happened, Kian had skedaddled out of the party like a fucking rat. I regretted leaving her for the two minutes it took me to get our drinks.
Otherwise, I’d have shot him on the spot.
Nobody touched Ella without permission.
Nobody threatened to assault her.
And no-fucking-body walked away without suffering the consequences.
Without a doubt, he had no idea who she was or her connection to me. If he’d known, Kian wouldn’t have touched my girl with a ten-foot pole.
Every man under Vance Remington’s reign knew you did not bite the hand that fed you.
That’s exactly what Kian did. And for that, the vermin had to be terminated.
Revenge was a dish best served cold. I took my time digging into the stupid fucker to learn his habits and vices. Imagine my surprise when I found out he not only put his hands on my girl but had a record for being pushy with other women, too.
Oh, and I learned that he’d been stealing from us. For months. Amateurly covering his tracks and filling his pockets with the extra cash.
It was dirty, bloody, drug money. But Remington money regardless.
Thievery was high on our shit list. No one robbed us and lived to speak about it. Any soldier who dared to mess with the boss and his sons would have a bullet lodged between his eyes faster than you could say please .
Kian Wilson walked around like a pathetic male peacock desperate to mate. Soon, I would pluck the fucker’s feathers and teach him an unforgettable lesson: don’t touch my girl and don’t touch my money.
By the end of the night, he’d know why they called me a fixer.
Uncle Vance gave me the greenlight to slaughter Kian like a pig. Josh offered to help with the cleanup job. And Aunt Julia said she’d leave my favourite slice of cake on the kitchen counter for when I got back home. My family was insane, but I loved them.
I also loved the girl sitting behind me, who decided she wanted in on the action.
There were two things that heated my blood with passion. Ella and getting justice.
Last night’s memory drifted to the surface as I drove us to our destination.
“Are you sure you want to come tomorrow?” I’d asked her. “I’ll be fine on my own.”
“No way.” She shook her head. “We’re a team. We do everything together. Ride or die, remember?”
Kissing her forehead, I relented. “Ride or die, Ellie.”
“Plus, this is my graduation gift.”
Of course she’d see a torturing session as an acceptable graduation gift. “I mean, I was going to give you a Birkin…”
Ella looped her arms around my waist. “What colour?”
“Orange, obviously.”
“I’ll take the Birkin,” she quipped. “But I also want to teach him a lesson.”
I grinned. “You’re absolutely crazy.”
“You love my type of crazy, querido .”
That I did.
The summer wind cut through our frames as I finally eased off the highway and neared the abandoned warehouse. It was protected by CCTV—which Josh and Uncle Vance already disabled—and a guard employed twenty-four hours to ensure no one trespassed.
I parked my motorcycle near the edge of the property, camouflaged by unruly trees. Only three people knew what we were doing tonight, and that’s how I intended to keep it.
Ella hopped off first and removed her helmet. I did the same. “How are we doing on time?”
She checked her watch. “We have thirty-five minutes before he arrives.”
“Perfect.” I kissed her cheek. “Stay here while I talk to the guard.”
“Okay.”
Gravel crunched beneath my combat boots as I rounded the warehouse and spotted our old guard Johnny working the graveyard shift.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see me, having already been expecting us.
Nodding, he said, “Hey, kid.”
“Hey, Johnny.” I extended my hand for a shake. “How’s it going?”
“Good.” His fingers felt the wadded cash in my palm. “Do you need anything else from me?”
“No, just this.” He thought I was paying him to give Ella and me privacy to indulge in some kinky activities in the warehouse. There was some truth there, I supposed. “Thanks again for your discretion.”
I watched Johnny get into his car and drive off the property.
I slipped on my black ski mask and returned to Ella.
My girlfriend was texting on her phone, leaning against a tree. I snuck up from behind and fortressed her body in my arms, whispering in her ear, “What are you doing, baby?”
She gasped but relaxed into my chest when she realized it was me. “Texting the girls. They’re asking when we’re arriving at the party…”
Her sentence trailed off when she noted my covered face.
I smirked. “See something you like?”
She licked her lips and eyed me like I was a piece of candy. One she couldn’t wait to lick, suck, and fuck. “You already know, Killian.”
Killian .
I was always Killian when the mask came on.
Not too long ago, Ella confessed her many fantasies to me. Primal kink. Fear play. Mask kink. She loved it when we roleplayed, saying it got her hot and excited. I nearly orgasmed when she asked to be chased, pinned, tied, and fucked like a slut in the woods. Since I lived to please this girl, I swore I was going to make that scenario a reality very soon.
“Tell me what you want tonight, Ximena.”
We effortlessly slid into another dark game. Her airy inhale at the sound of Ximena —used whenever we were like this —chained around my core and clenched.
Immersed under the luster of the stars, sheltered in the warmth of my embrace, and her undisguised desires on display, she reminded me of the first time I saw her standing on the balcony. Bewitching like a goddess and ethereal like the orange begonias she loved so much.
Whenever I gazed at her, the personification of my heartbeat, I felt abundantly blessed for being alive in a time where our existences collided. My world was no longer dark, now completely lit with her iridescent presence.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I loved her with every fiber of my being. I would until my dying breath.
And as God was my witness, I’d do everything in my power to ensure she stayed happy, protected, and smothered with all the love in my cup.
“Revenge…and you, Kill.” She bit her lip and gently grazed her fingertips over my jaw. “Always you .”
Without breaking eye contact, I dragged my palms to her inner thighs, putting pressure with intention. Instinctively, her stance widened and I glided my fingers under her miniskirt, stroking her thong. It clung to her like a second skin.
Fuck, she was soaking wet.
A few hours ago, she sent me the most erotic shot. Two fingers stuffed in her sticky pussy while she pleasured herself. I was in a meeting with some associates and nearly lost my mind.
“Did you think you could send me a dirty picture and get away with it?” I growled, my fingers cupping her possessively.
When she remained speechless, I slapped her pussy. “Answer me.”
She moaned throatily, back arching. “N-No, I didn’t want to get away with it.”
Of course she didn’t. She wanted to be punished. Forced into submission. Her ass rubbed against my growing cock and I ground back, giving her a small teaser of what was coming later.
“Good, because you won’t.” I slapped her pussy—once, twice, thrice—and the sound, meshed with her slutty moans, chimed in the night like a beautiful hymn.
“Oh my God!”
“He’s not the one spanking this cunt. Fucking say my name, Ximena.”
“ Killian .”
“Good girl.” I rewarded her by thrusting a finger inside of her slick heat. Fast, quick, and so unexpected, she shot to her tippy-toes. I thrust a second finger and curled against the spot that made her see stars. She sobbed in pleasure. “Goddamn, you like that, eh?”
“ Yes !”
I roughly pushed the flimsy material of her bralette over her tits, baring her pebbled nipples. I squeezed one and twisted it. Hard. Just the way she liked. “Beg me for more.”
Ella groaned, body squirming in my hold, her hips writhing, trying to fuck my fingers. I slapped her tits and rasped, “I said beg, Ximena.”
“I want to come!” she whined. All the blood rushed south and my cock soared to full-mast at the plaintive sound. “ Pleasepleaseplease. Make me come, Killian!”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” I chuckled darkly and started fingering her pretty pussy, my thumb polishing her clit rhythmically. “I love it when you beg. Eres hermosa, mi amor .”
Ella threw her head back against my shoulder, sweet moans escaping her parted lips, her eyes glittering with veneration. She caressed my cheek over my mask. “ Te quiero , Kill.”
“ Te amo .” I pressed the heated words of romance against her skin. “So much, mo chuisle .”
The smell of desire, heat, and Ella’s unique scent permeated the dark atmosphere like a delicious philter. There was something about being out in the open, where anyone could chance upon us, that got her extremely aroused.
My girl had a budding sex drive and I was a devoted servant, here to fulfil her needs. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but we didn’t have the time for that. Therefore, I settled for rubbing her tight pussy to orgasm.
“You know what the hottest thing about you is?” I thrust faster, enjoying the squelching sounds of her cunt. I added a third finger. “You appear prim and proper on the outside. The perfect little heiress with a shiny crown.” I crooked my fingers against her upper wall, making her scream blasphemously. “But on the inside, you’re nothing but a filthy, needy brat.” I pinched her clit. “ My filthy, needy brat. Isn’t that right, baby?”
She didn’t answer me, trembling and lost in the sensation of her pussy being stretched and stroked. Ella’s cries were growing too loud.
“Shh. Be quiet, pretty girl.” I slammed a hand over her mouth and watched her eyes roll back into her skull with my next thrust. “We can’t risk getting caught. Unless…” I teased. “You want everyone to know you go from being South Side’s princess to Killian’s fuckdoll the minute I get my hands on you.”
Ella lived for my dominance, my dirty talk, my fingers wrecking her cunt, and my hand muffling her porn-worthy noises. She was so close. I could feel her tightening and her juices trailing down to my knuckles. One hand clamped over my wrist, she held my hand between her thighs, making sure I wouldn’t withdraw at the last second and leave her on edge. With her other one, she played with her nipples. Squeezing, twisting, pulling to the point of pain.
“I should rip this little outfit off your body and bend you over my motorcycle before fucking you like the bad girl you are,” I rasped, my taunt having the desired effect. She went wild, moving her hips in beat with my thrusting fingers, moaning against my palm. “You’d like that, huh?” Thrust . “You’d like it so much, you’re dripping all over my hand like a slut.” Thrust. Thrust . “All it takes is something filling you up and your bratty side is tamed.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “Look at you, panting and crying pretty tears like a world-class sinner, baby.” With another thrust, I vowed, “Don’t worry, Ximena. Before the night is over, I’ll have fucked every inch this tight cunt has to offer. Now come so I can lick you clean, you dirty little princess.”
Ella was beautiful when she let go with a scream, her body contorting in my hold. I kept strumming her pussy while her cum flowed all over my hand.
She went limp, resting back against my chest, while I gently withdrew my fingers from her. Expression swimming in euphoria, she watched as I sucked those same fingers, humming at the delectable taste of her nectar. A little tart. A little sweet. My favourite treat.
“Can I taste myself?”
Ella knew she could. I liked to make her fuck herself and lick her fingers clean. “Do you think you deserve it?”
She nodded, eyes glimmering with mischief. “Yes.”
I squeezed her jaw. “Open your mouth.”
She obeyed and I kissed her hard, drinking in her gasp. My tongue darted inside her mouth, twining with hers before I dribbled a bit of spit. My nasty girl moaned, loving it. “Mm. More , Kill.”
I manacled Ella’s throat with my hand as our mouths consumed each other with an uncontrollable need. The kind where you longed to sink inside their skin, fuse with their bones, become one with the breath travelling through their lungs, and match your heartbeat with theirs until it felt like you were one whole being.
As we pulled away, Ella panted against my wet lips, “It’s your turn.”
“For what?”
She spun around and pushed my chest lightly. I retreated until my back pressed against a tree. Ella dropped to her knees with a saucy smile, her hands going to my belt buckle. “We have a few minutes and I want to reciprocate.”
She’s going to kill me.
I threaded my fingers through her hair and she pulled my dick out of my pants, immediately sucking the head through her pouty lips. I watched one inch, two inches, three inches, four inches—Holy God, more than half of me—disappear in her mouth. “Fuckkkk.”
With a groan, I threw my head back as she took me to a whole new heaven.
Ella
K ian Wilson was arriving soon. He texted me that he was two minutes away.
The idiot thought I was buying coke from him.
For two thousand and five hundred dollars. Hah.
If Kian knew I was dating his boss’s son, he’d understand that I had no reason to contact him for drugs when my boyfriend could supply me with any substance for recreational use.
And if he’d known who I was, then he never, ever would have touched me.
Now he was going to pay the price for his mistake.
“You good?”
I smiled and turned to Cade, finding his tall figure huddled against the side of the warehouse. His mask was back in place and he held a baseball bat, the one with E + C carved on the barrel.
“I’m good.” I was practically vibrating with reckless energy. “Is everything set?”
After the mind-numbing orgasms, Cade cleaned us up and kissed me before going into the warehouse to check out all the equipment. Guns, knives, and enough petrol to light the whole place on fire.
“Yeah, baby.” He threw a glance over his shoulder towards the empty road, most likely gauging Kian’s arrival. “You have the ammo on you?”
I opened my cropped leather jacket and flashed him the hidden gun and the wad of cash. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” His eyes twinkled with pride and that look melted me. “Now stay on the lookout. If there’s someone else with him, signal to me. I’m going to shoot.”
I nodded.
Kian mentioned that he was coming alone, but you could never be too sure.
Speaking of the devil, two headlights emerged from the road leading to the warehouse. Tires screeched as the car hooked right and haphazardly pulled into the parking lot.
I shielded my eyes against the brightness and cringed at the loud bass emanating from the Chevy. It was painted an ugly yellow.
Now or never, Ella.
With a deep inhale, I stepped forth from the shadows.
My heels echoed against the ground before I slowed to a stop in front of his car, highlighted by the headlights. I pasted a fake, seductive smile. It usually worked like a charm on single-minded bastards like Kian.
He rolled his window down and stuck out his head, whistling. “Good Lord. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
Ew.
He dropped the lamest pick-up line and I struggled to keep my smile in place.
I think I heard Cade gagging in the background.
Tossing my hair over my shoulders, I leaned forward, bracing my palms on the hood of his car. I cocked my head and hollered over his loud music, “Why don’t you come out and I’ll tell you?”
He turned off the ignition and slid out.
Once ensuring that he was alone, I turned around to sit on the hood of his car, flirtatiously twirling a strand of my hair around my finger.
Kian came to stand in front of me while running his fingers through his slicked back sandy brown hair. I hated the cheap cologne emanating from him and the way he licked his lips like a creep as he leered at my body. It made me want to skin him alive. All in good time, though.
He winked. “All right, cutie. Tell me.”
Cutie? I was going to barf.
“It didn’t hurt a single bit,” I said teasingly and trailed a finger down his shirt. “Falling from heaven.”
But you know what will hurt? Your face once it’s broken, motherfucker.
“You’re adorable.” He chuckled then narrowed his eyes. “And you look quite familiar.”
“We met last weekend at Jared Roy’s party.”
‘Met’ was putting it lightly. This sleezy fuck put his nasty hands on my body, trying to take something from me without my permission.
“Ah, yes.” A mean grin tugged at his lips. “Though I last remember you pushing me away and calling me an asshole.”
“People can change their minds.” I shrugged. “Plus, you have something I want.”
He closed in on my personal space and raised his brows. “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”
Now that he was fully focused on me, I saw Cade, from my peripheral vision, sliding closer to us.
“We’ll start with the goods, then maybe you can take me for a spin in your sweet ride.”
“Maybe I will.” Kian perked up like a kid on Christmas. “How’d you get my number?”
“A mutual acquaintance. We run in the same circles.”
“Yeah, I doubt it.” He snorted arrogantly. “No offence, but you don’t seem like the kind of girl who gets her hands dirty.”
Oh, you don’t know what kind of girl I am, Kian. “Appearances can be deceiving.”
“You can spend the night convincing me otherwise.” He wiggled his brows. “What did you say your name was?”
I had him eating out of my hands like a sucker. “ Nemesis .”
His forehead scrunched and he reached into his pockets, pulling out a bag of cocaine. Once again, I noticed a skull tattoo on the back of his hand and an expensive sapphire encrusted watch. I knew he couldn’t afford the latter on his salary. “Weird name. But that’s not my concern. Anyways, pay up, cutie. This shit isn’t free.”
I reached into my jacket for the wad of cash. My eyes connected with Cade’s over Kian’s shoulder and excitement zinged through my bloodstream.
Fanning out the twenties, I threw them sharply at Kian’s face with a hiss, “Count this, asshole.”
His eyes widened when the bills slapped his face and flew in the air.
And my boyfriend chose that exact moment to attack.
Cade smacked Kian with the baseball bat. The satisfying sound of it hitting his skin broke the cricket filled melody of the night.
Kian cried out as his useless body folded on top of mine. Before he could reach for his weapon, I shoved him off me. Cade’s baseball bat came around his throat, choking him and sandwiching his body between us.
“Surprise, motherfucker,” Cade spat with a sinister edge.
Kian panted, clutching weakly at the baseball bat cutting into his throat suffocatingly. He was turning blue and his flailing hands tried to claw their way out of this predicament. “What’s…going…on?” he garbled with a strained voice.
I whipped out my gun and cocked it under his chin. “Stay put or I’ll blow out your brains.”
Kian halted, eyes popping out of his skull like a squeeze-toy. I relished the way fear wrapped around him. It almost drowned out the stench of his pathetic cologne. “W-Who are you?”
His ashen face fed my bloodthirst in a way I couldn’t explain.
“I told you,” I said in a mock innocent voice. “My name is Nemesis.”
“Y-You’re f-fucking crazy, bitch!”
I smiled like it too. “Oh, you have no idea how crazy I am, Kian. But you’ll know by the end of the night.”
“Are you ready to play, baby?” Cade chimed in with a dark laugh.
“You know I am.”
With a wink in my direction, Cade dragged Kian’s body backwards into the recesses of his new hell, while the culprit screamed for mercy with gurgling noises.
I skipped after the two of them with a Cheshire cat grin.