Page 17 of Blood Ties
I'm no fool. It didn't surprise me when one of my men found the tracker under my car. Instead of being angry, a delicious shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him knowing exactly where I was at all times. I waited until we had our last meeting before removing it, hating how a part of me badly wanted to leave it there. If I drove all the way to Mexico to our special place, would he follow me there too? Every time I'm there, I drive past it, needing to know that the hotel is still standing in one piece even if our love no longer is.
If he wants to keep tabs on me and invade my privacy, then two can play that game. I had a camera put in his room. He'd left it unguarded, and it was easy enough to convince someone from housekeeping to let me inside. I have my ways the same wayMiguel does. After a long day of work, relaxing with my favorite drink of choice, and a private viewing sounds like the perfect way to end the night. I knew he wouldn't leave. He's as stubborn as I remember. We are the same in that way. Eventually one of us would have to back down, and it won't be me.
I move my chair from side to side, tapping at the armrests with my restless fingers. Something moving on the screen has me pausing, focusing my eyes on the person who'd entered the hotel room. My breath catches in my throat when the man's face is finally visible. His dark hair is slicked back, and his yellow suit is crisp without a single visible wrinkle. He's too busy moving around the room for me to fully make out his face, but I don't have to see it to know who it is. I know Miguel from every angle. Last night, the car was so dark, it was hard to really get a good look at him, but those deep brown eyes are never hard to spot. They light up the whole time they are on me, setting my soul on fire.
I touch the screen, leaning in closer.Why are you still here?
If he plans to kill me, why drag it out? I've made quite the mess for him, surely he hasn't come for peace. He has to be playing with me—the way any primal animal does with their prey before devouring it. It's time he sees me as a ruthless wolf. He'll be nothing more than a helpless rabbit burrowing into himself like a frightened coward by the time I'm done with him.
He pulls off his clothes and folds them over a chair. My mouth salivates when his underwear comes off, revealing his thick, half hard cock. He strokes himself a few times, glancing around before pulling a picture from the pocket of his jacket. I'm unable to make out what it is. The image has him growing even harder between his fingers. Licking his lips, he sits on the bed with his back resting against the headboard. He holds the picture in front of his face, continuing to stroke himself. I clench my teeth, trying to keep the tinge of jealousy from rising up inside me. Fuck himfor making me feel this way. Even if I refuse to let him back in my life, he isn't supposed to want anyone else but me. It's idiotic and crazy, but not everything in life is supposed to make sense, especially this thing we have between us.
Unable to pull my eyes from the screen, I watch him pleasure himself until he is shaking from his orgasm. He throws his head back, dropping the picture onto the nearby pillow. His eyes are half lidded and his lips form into a lazy smile as he continues to milk himself for every last drop. With his arms and legs going limp, he stares up at the camera, smiling wide.
He grabs the picture and slowly gets off the bed with his stomach still covered in cum. My face inches closer to the screen, carefully studying each movement he makes. His chest quickly rises and falls as he walks closer to the camera. I freeze in place when he holds the picture in the air, making sure I get a good look at the person in it. The man in the photo is lying on a bed in nothing but an untied silk robe. His legs are spread wide open, with his cock resting on his stomach and his hole slightly exposed. My throat goes dry. The man in the photo is me.
He sets the picture down and lifts up a piece of paper in its place. The giant red words written sloppily on the page read: I'm not going anywhere.
I swallow down the lump in my throat, and slam the laptop shut. Of course he'd seen the camera. If he won't leave willingly, I'll have to make him leave. I pick up my phone and dial Germo’s number.
"Hola?"
"Are you busy?"
"Not yet, what do you need?"
I smile, clutching the phone tighter to my ear. "I need a plane. I'm planning a last minute trip to Mexico. I'll be staying at the Red Roof Inn. Check to see if room 211 is available for me. If so, make sure it's reserved for tonight."
"When do you need to leave?"
"I'm hoping to depart in the next hour or so."
"You got it, boss."
I slide my phone in my pocket and walk out into the club. Joey is at the front chatting with one of the bouncers. He stares my way, smiling. "Going somewhere?"
"Last minute trip to Mexico. I'll be back in a few days."
"Business or pleasure?"
"A bit of both. Try not to miss me too much."
He laughs. "We'd replace you before we let that happen. Maybe the new Marcus won't be so moody."
"You forget, no one can replace me." I wink, walking out the front door.
Joey scoffs and downs the drink in his hand. He shouts, "Try not to get in too much trouble while you're there!"
Definitely not something I can promise. I hurry to the car pulling up in the front. "Take me home, I need to pack for a trip."
My driver nods and pulls out of the parking lot as soon as I get in the back. My phone vibrates in my hand, and I glance down at it.
Carlos: We found Mr. Williams. He's vacationing in one of his beach houses. From what I was told, he has company with him too.
Me: Good. I'm leaving for a few days, and I expect him to be waiting for me in the club's cellar when I get back.
Carlos:It shouldn't be a problem. Enjoy your trip.
Oh, I plan on it. I am overdue for a vacation and Miguel is in need of a wake-up call. Why not kill two birds with one stone?
