Without limits ssion and.., p.69
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 69
I pushed away from him and stumbled towards the van.
“You came prepared?” I asked James.
“For any and everything.”
I reached into the center console and palmed my piece. I held it to my chest. It offered me little comfort. I’d never let it out of my sight again.
I grabbed my other gun from under the seat and walked over to the SUV and climbed into the passenger side.
James walked around to the driver side. Two other guys in my crew sat in the back. Will behind me and Duncan to his left. They knew not to ask. I'd tell them what they needed to know and they would follow my lead.
Another car full of guys sat in the truck behind us.
James handed me an earpiece. I pushed it into my good ear.
“How far out?”
I cringed. The pain shot through my teeth.
“Five minutes tops.”
“They know these streets.” James slammed the gear in first gear.
“We need to get to her.” I swallowed and stared out the window.
“We will.” James shifted gears and took a right on the next fork in the road.
“How many were there?” He asked.
“Three guys. The one in charge, clean shaven nice clothes, nervous.”
“He must not do many of these runs.” James rubbed his face. “The other two.”
“Workers. Low level, but cartel for sure.”
“How do you know?” James turned to face me.
“They knew about us. Knew who we were.”
James nodded. The information took this situation into a whole new level.
“They knew her name,” I whispered.
We rode in silence. I stared at the white blinking light on the console. As long as it blinked, we would find her, but in the dense forest, it would make it difficult. I prayed they stayed on the main roads.
I laid my head back, and closed my eyes. I cursed myself at every turn. How did I let her get taken? How did I let my guard down?
I looked over at James.
He nodded and focused back on the road.
We would find her.
Mika, my little girl. She was everything I had imagined and more. She submitted so beautifully. Strong and independent, they were the ones who knew the true meaning of submission.
Now she was gone and I let it happen.
I allowed myself one more second of self-pity, and then I shut it off.
Guns, check, tracker working, check. I looked around the van.
“We good.” I said.
“All good, Sir.” My guys all said in unison.
“Let’s go to work.” I said. We were focused and ready. Confident in our ability. Ready for what ever came our way.
Our collective goal, to get Mika back.
Whatever obstacle we faced, my guys were trained and prepared. For any and everything. That was our motto. The best in the business. We were family, brothers, which meant we pushed for each other even further.
We were all of one mind; one single goal and we would win. We always won. I had no doubt this mission would be any different.
Until Mika’s little white dot blinked one last time and disappeared.
Chapter Ten
Mika
The door sprung open. Light flooded the room.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Mika.” He sang my name. All three guys walked into the room.
“You have a tracker on you.” The clean-cut guy said.
I sat up.
He grabbed my hair and yanked me back down.
“Ah.” Fuck.
“Answer the question.”
“No.” I yelled and covered my head. I didn't know. Conor found me awful fast, maybe he did have a tracker on me.
“How would you know?” The clean-cut guy ran his hand down my back and over my ass.
I pushed him away.
The other guy in the suit pulled out his gun.
The guy feeling me up grabbed my wrists and wrenched them over my head.
“Pat her down.”
The little guy’s eyes grew wide. He holstered his gun and started at my neck.
He ran his hands between and over my breasts. He felt down my sides and around my lower back. He reached underneath my skirt.
I stiffened.
“Well, will you look at that?” He flipped my skirt up and exposed me.
“You slutty American.” The guy holding my wrist said. “Walking around with no panties.” He snickered and shook his head.
The little guy stuck his tongue out and giggled. He continued down my legs and checked my shoes.
The slimy one who pulled me out the van stood at the foot of the bed, getting a good look. Pervert.
When the pat down was done and they were was satisfied, Beige suit guy pushed my legs open and ran his hand up the inside of my legs.
“Are you hurt?” The guy in charge asked.
I narrowed my eyes and looked up at him. His sleazy little man smashed a window in my face, pulled me out of a van window and dropped me. He dragged me across a dirt road and shoved me into a car.
Yeah. I’m peachy.
I kept my mouth shut.
“She’s fine.” He let go of my hands, but not before the other creepy shit shoved his fingers into me.
I kicked at him and scrambled to the back wall of the bed and pulled my skirt down around me.
He laughed.
“Leave her alone.” The clean-cut guy said.
He rubbed his fingers and thumb together.
“She’s all wet. She’s getting off on this.” He grabbed my face with his other hand. “You like it rough don't you.” He reached down on the ground and retrieved a metal pipe. He slapped it against his palm. “I shoved something bigger that little cunt of yours. Yes?”
“I said. Leave her alone.”
He let go of my face.
It hurt, but I held my head high and stared him down. I didn't waver, but on the inside, my resolve crumbled. A hopeless cloud pushed at the edge of my brain.
What did they want from me?
What were they going to do with me?
“I just wanted a taste.” He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them with a grin. “I’ve never had a …what do y’all call em, African American.”
“How’s she taste?” The little guy said from the end of the bed.
“Kind of sour.” He nodded and looked at me. “Not sweet. Like I thought”
I grinned back at him. I garnered some satisfaction. He tasted Daddy’s come.
I hoped he choked on it.
He turned towards the door and chuckled when an explosion suddenly rang out.
I covered my head as wood and metal spit through the door.
Yelling and gunfire rang out in the other room.
I crawled off the bed, but clean cut guy grabbed me around the neck.
The little shit hid behind me.
I grunted and pushed off of him, but he held me tight.
Fear gave him strength. Hard steel pressed against my temple.
I froze.
The other guy pushed the door closed, but he was too late.
Conor rushed through the door.
My heart leaped in my throat.
His frame blocked out the light. His face full of determined rage. His chest muscles tensed. His hand wrapped around a big black gun. He didn’t even pause. A whizzing sound passed by my ear.
Before I could react, the grip loosened around my neck and the man using me as a shield, crumbled to the ground.
A few more pop sounds echoed in the room, but I had no time to be afraid.
Daddy had come for me.
He pushed the gun in his waistband, grabbed my face and kissed me. His mouth landed on mine with brute force, but his tongue gently coaxed my lips apart. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and wouldn’t let go.
I lost all the feeling in my limbs.
He must have thought I was trying to break off the kiss. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close.
If he hadn't grabbed me, I'd be a crumbled mess on the ground. The gun and his cock dug into my stomach. They were both rock hard and hot from the gunfight or my kiss. Maybe a little of both.
He released my tongue and laid small kisses around my lips. He rubbed his nose against mine, tugged my lip and grinned.
I smiled and pushed up on my toes and kissed him back. Lying small kisses on his cheek and chin.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Someone begged from in the corner.
I peeked around Conor. James and another guy from Conor’s team stood over him, guns drawn. James grabbed his collar and pulled him out of the little room.
I swallowed and looked back up at Conor.
“Did he touch you, baby girl?” Conor asked.
I dropped my head to the ground and nodded. I didn't want to admit it, but I couldn't lie to Conor. He would see right through it. It made my heart hurt. The same day Conor finally let his guard down and admitted he wanted me as much as I wanted him, was tainted.
It wasn't fair.
Conor fisted my hair and pulled my head back.
I had to look at him.
Conor squeezed his eyes shut for a second.
My heart sank.
They popped open.
He searched my face.
Was he disgusted with me? Did that man touching me, ruin me for Daddy?
He must have read my mind and shook his head back and forth.
He flexed his grip and crashed his lips on mine. He demanded my reaction from the scorching kiss. It burned white hot and flashed through my body, down to my core. The kiss was dominant, replacing any negative thoughts. Conor claimed me with his kiss.
He broke it off the kiss.
I wavered on my toes. My legs wobbled.
Conor's kiss levitated me off the ground.
Conor placed his forehead on mine.
I settled back on solid ground.
“I'm going to shoot his dick off.” Conor kissed me one last time. Turned around and walked out the door.
Chapter Eleven
Conor
The fucker touched my girl. I was going to kill him, torture him, and kill his family.
His dirty, filthy, hands touched my woman. I stomped into the other room.
“Conor?” Mika yelled after me.
It didn't stop me.
I grabbed the gun out of my waistband.
He sat at a table in the middle of the room. His arm rested on the table as if waiting to be served. I'd serve him all right, with a bullet between his eyes.
“Y'all are in some shit now.” Beige suit guy said. “You know who that was your big guy there shot so rapido?”
“Who asshole?” James asked.
“That is Rodriguez’s son.” He chuckled. “Y'all are in some shit, now.”
Mika's hand grabbed my arm.
I turned.
She walked past me. A lead pipe in her hand.
Hector had his back to us.
Mika gripped it with both hands. Before it registered, Mika lifted the pipe over her head
“That’s not what he touched me with.” She said before she brought the pipe down hard on the Columbian's hand.
The crackling sound of bone and cartilage breaking filled the room as his right hand exploded.
The guy stopped talking and paused. He looked at his hand. It didn't register for a few seconds.
The pipe clinked to the ground.
He let out a pussy scream and pulled on his fucked up hand. He cradled it in his other hand.
Half of it remained on the table.
I grabbed Mika, spun her around and held her in my arms. I kissed her forehead and covered her ears.
Then I leveled my gun on his head, the shrill screaming continued until I pulled the trigger and put him out of his misery.
Mika jumped and held on tight.
The room was silent.
“Damn, Mika.” James laughed and shook his head.
Parts of his skin and mangled bones lay smeared on the table. It even made me cringe. I steered Mika toward the door. Two of my men went into the little room where they held her again. They came back out with a cell phone and a wallet from the guy I shot.
“Enrique Rodriguez.” Will read the guys id. “It’s him.”
“Shit.” James said and grabbed the id out of Will's hand.
I believed Beige suit. He had no reason to lie. He knew he was about to die and didn't care. He didn’t expect to have his hand fucked up first, but such is life when you do business for the cartel.
Stuff gets fucked up. Much like the fucked up situation we found ourselves in now.
Everything about this shit didn't make sense. If they were taking Mika, why stop here. They had compounds much more secure all over Columbia.
Maybe Enrique was working alone.
Duncan stuck his head in the room.
“Jet is gassed and waiting.” He peered at the table and cringed. “Chatter already buzzing and should be hearing sirens soon.”
I stepped forward, but Mika didn't budge.
“What’s going on?” She looked up at me. Her beautiful innocent face had fear in her eyes and she looked to me for answers.
“We have to go now,” Will said.
I tried again to get her to move.
“No. Wait. Where are we going?” She yanked on my shirt. “Why is this happening?”
“Mika.” I yelled.
She let go and lowered her head.
I lifted her chin, stared in her eyes.
“Baby girl. You trust me?” I pinched her chin.
She placed her hand in mine.
“Yes, of course.” She pulled my hand down.
“Okay. Right now. I need you to be quiet and stay close.” I walked backwards and she followed. “We have to go now.”
She nodded.
The chatter continued in my ear as the guys all worked together to extract us from the location.
“Mr. Thompson?” I asked.
“He's secure.” Robert, the second on Mika’s father’s detail said in my ear.
“What is happening?” Mika stopped again. “Where’s my dad?”
Physically she looked okay, but the panic behind her eyes told me a different story. She tried to process, but we needed to move. She was in shock.
I leaned over, made sure she saw my face.
“Mika.” I held her face. “The people who took you,”
She nodded.
“They knew your name.”
I gave her five more seconds to let it digest. If she didn't move, I was going to throw her over my shoulder.
She turned in the direction of the exit, but didn't move. She exhaled, her eyes blinking.
I kissed the side of her head and wrapped my arm around her ushered her down the hall.
With three guys in front, and two in the back, we were covered on all sides. They had her in a two-story cement building in the middle of the woods. The forest was burned about a one hundred yard radius all around. It might have been some sort of panic room in a house that was no longer there.
We stepped outside and climbed in the back of an SUV. James shut the door behind us and climbed into the driver’s seat. We took off.
The radio squawked.
The team relayed information in my ear. James shouted commands. I sat back and listened and hugged Mika to me. She tucked her legs under her and melted into my side.
I keep peeking down at her to see if she was asleep. Her eyes remained open, darting around, taking it all in.
James knew the streets and had us at the airfield in thirty minutes. The company G-Six six sat at the end of the runway, engines on.
We jolted to a stop.
I opened the door and climbed out.
Mika was a half step behind me.
We headed toward the plane, James and Will in front. Duncan brought up the rear.
The airstrip contained a properly cemented runway big enough to land a seven twenty seven, but it wasn't attached to a terminal. There was no air traffic controller. It was an airstrip more frequented by drug traffickers, cartel members and government officials whose visits were anything but official.
When we came down to Columbia, we used Mr. Thompson’s plane, but had ours on standby in case shit happened.
Well, shit happened.
Will climbed into the plane. James stopped.
I turned to him.
“Get you ass back to the compound and extract Mr. Thompson.” I said as I shook his hand and pulled him in for a quick hug.
James nodded and punched me back.
I ushered Mika up into the plane. Thomas, our pilot, pulled up the steps and secured the door.
Mika looked behind us.
“Where’s James. Why isn't he coming?”
“He's got a job to do.” I sat her down in a seat. It resembled a tan recliner. I buckled her in.
“But …” I knelt in front of her and took a blanket from the chair next to her and tucked it around her.
She licked her lips. She snaked her hand out from under the blanket and touched them and looked up with an expression that tugged at my heart.
She stared up at me with those doe eyes.
I waited for the barrage of questions she must have. I owed her answers I didn't have.
Once again she surprised me. She didn't ask a single question. She simple said.
“You kissed me.”
Chapter Twelve
Mika
Conor stopped tucking me in and stared.
“In front of everyone.” I snaked my hand back under the blanket. “Isn't there some rule about fraternizing with your subjects?”
Conor snuck his hands under the blanket and onto my hips. He leaned into me.
“My company. My rules.”
“The fact that you fucked me before you kissed me.”
Conor glared at me.
“I just want to make sure.” He leaned his forehead against mine. His breath sweet on my face.
“Make sure you were going to keep me.” I leaned back.
“I knew I was going to keep you for now.” He leaned in further and brushed his lips across mine. “After almost losing you though? Now I'm going to keep you forever.”
The word forever should have frightened me, but it didn’t.
