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Hernando Valesquez moved from the front of his prosperous grocery store to the back office. Walking in, he was pleased to see Juan waiting for him.

“What do you have for me?” he bit out.

“Betina is still with the foster family. Had some visitors, but nothing suspicious.”

“I want that little bitch watched. If she hadn’t run off and gotten picked up by the police, we wouldn’t be worried.”

“She’s not talking. Got too much to lose. She knows her mother will suffer if needed.”

“My little wife?” Hernando questioned with a laugh. “Easy bait for Betina.” Sobering, he ordered, “Keep me informed. I want no surprises.”

The tall, dark-haired man nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Hernando sat down in his squeaky chair as he rubbed his temples.Too much to lose, little Betina, if you can’t follow orders.He knew the organization was much larger than himself, but he loved the power he wielded. Working his way up the chain, he was now a regional manager.And not of his grocery store,he thought with a smirk.No, the store provides the perfect cover. Providing the only Hispanic grocery in the area, I am loved.While he had never married Betina’s mother, she also helped with the cover. Meek, mild, and so pleased that such a successful man wanted to be with her, she was easy to manipulate.

He only had one boss and that was Quentin Salazar. He frowned for a moment, realizing that he had no idea if Quentin was the top of the chain or if he was just one more in the chain, but right now he did not care. His duties as regional manager meant that he had to manage the recruiters, who in turn recruited almost all of the teens his organization needed. Free labor. Free sex. Smiling to himself, he thought of the women in his group as well.Nothing like the fear in their eyes when on their knees sucking me off.Hernando was careful to never use the minors for sex. Too risky. And he hated little, skinny bodies. He wanted a mature woman, the bigger the tits, the better.

Finding his dick swelling at the thought, he opened his office door and motioned to one of the workers in his store. He ignored the look in her eyes as he focused on her huge breasts discreetly covered. A few minutes later as he fucked her pendulous breasts freed from her shirt, the thought ran through his mind just as he moved to her mouth to unload…I must be the luckiest man alive.

As the woman adjusted herself and then went back to his respectable business, his mind turned toward Betina. The smile left his face.I’ve come too far for that little bitch to complicate matters.

11

Tony headed to his apartment after work to fix dinner in anticipation of Sherrie’s arrival. Walking in, he looked around for the first time in a long time. Really looked around. And realized how stark he had been living. Or existing.

Moving to his kitchen, he began to prepare the meal, knowing she would be arriving in a few minutes. By the time he had the potatoes baking, the steaks seasoned, and the vegetables sautéing, his doorbell rang.

Anxious to see her, he jogged over to throw open the door. His breath caught once again as he took her in. Blonde hair was sleeked back in a low ponytail. Neat, grey pinstriped pencil skirt paired with a pale pink blouse. Demure pumps that still gave off afuck-mevibe, although he was willing to admit that may have been because that was the only vibe he could think of.

Her smiling face gazed up at his, a touch of makeup highlighting her sparkling eyes, and her lips were gently glossed with something kissable.

God, I’m so fucked, he thought as he stood, unwaveringly staring at her.

“Um, can I come in?” she asked, a questioning look on her face.

“Yes. Yes,” he grunted as he stepped back to discreetly adjust his swelling dick. He saw her eyes dip to his crotch and then lift quickly back to his face, a blush creeping from her chest to her cheeks.

“Oh, hell,” he growled, no longer willing to hold back. Pulling her tightly to him, he crushed his mouth over hers. She opened quickly and he wasted no time in plunging his tongue into her depths. Minty. With a hint of something fruity as he licked her lip-gloss off.

Her tongue tangled with his, as she melted into his embrace. He was so much taller, she stood on her toes to reach her arms around his neck, then squealed as she felt herself lifted. Once again, she found herself plastered against the wall as he jerked her tight skirt up to her hips and rested her core on his knees.

Losing themselves in the kiss, they startled when the kitchen buzzer alarmed. Lowering her quickly, he took a ragged breath as he pulled her head back against his massive chest.

Hearing his strong heartbeat, she knew there was no place she would rather be.

Moving away, he snagged her hand and gently pulled her toward the kitchen. “Gotta get the steaks in, baby.” Giving her a quick lift, he perched her on a bar stool and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Sit here and keep me company.”

Smiling, she watched him place the steaks into the broiler, then pour a glass of wine placing it in front of her. As he finished the dinner, she glanced around. His apartment was spacious but…devoid. Devoid of any personality. The living area contained a large sectional sofa in a soft grey, with a black coffee table in front. It faced a large-screen TV, but she noticed there were no rugs, throw pillows, or any color in the room at all.

She moved off of the stool and wandered over to an end table where she saw a small, framed picture. Picking it up, she recognized Gabe, Vinny, and Jobe amongst the other soldiers in the snapshot.No family pictures. No pictures of his wife or baby.As her gaze continued roaming, she imagined this apartment looking the same as the day he moved in.

“Was this place furnished?” she asked, curious about his answer.

“Yeah, why?” he called from the kitchen.

“It just looks very…”

“Boring?” He glanced up from the stove to see her blush rising across her face again. Laughing, he added, “It’s okay babe. It is boring. Just never had any desire to do much with it since it’s just a place to eat and sleep.”

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