Page 7 of Blood Ties
I clench my fists. Could this have something to do with the people who are leaving the brass? Whoever it is, I will track them down and make them pay. My work is all I have to keep me going these days. It's the only thing keeping my mind busy, the one thing I haven't failed. I won't let some asshole fuck it up for me or my family. "Who was packing the order?"
"I'm not sure, boss. There were several people working at the time."
"Then find out who the hell they were and bring them to me."
"Consider it done. I just sent a message to Alberto. He said he's already on it, checking out the time log on the wall."
"Good. No one fucks with my drugs and doesn't suffer the consequences."
"He messaged me back and said there was a name he didn't recognize."
"What was it?"
His face wrinkles. "It's not really a name. I'm not sure how no one caught this before or how this man got into the warehouse."
"What does it say?" I pound my fist against the wall.
His jaw twitches. "Your conejito."
My eyes widen and the blood drains from my face. "You're sure?"
"Yes, boss. I even have a picture of the sheet." He shows me his phone and sure enough written in black, bold letters is the nickname I'd given to the one person who had full control of my heart. I've been biding my time for the right moment to show up on his doorstep. I even found out his favorite places he goes in order to unwind. I made sure to secure a membership forwhenever I'm in town and am up for a little playing in case he ends up being there. Looks like it will happen a lot sooner now.
"We can always check the cameras in the—"
"It's not necessary."
"But boss…"
"Don't worry, Able. I got it from here."
¿Estás seguro?
I nod, grabbing my keys. "Oh I'm sure. Call Mateo, tell him I'll be going away for a few days and when I get back I expect to see the man responsible for the gold brass tied up in the cellar, ready to give me the names of his friends. I need to pay an old friend a visit. Also get rid of Colunga. Tell him I'll make up for the misunderstanding and he will have his drugs. I'll be leaving out the back way."
"You know when you'll be back?"
"Shouldn't be later than Friday." That's if I come back at all. I’m not sure if I’d be able to walk away as easily as before. It had taken everything out of me not to jump out of my car and call out his name. Would I have been greeted with a smile or with his gun? It’s time to find out.
Loud footsteps rush in behind me and one of my guys is covered in ash, nearly out of breath. “We got the last fire put out. Luckily not much damage was done this time. We did find this.” Hector hands me a familiar gun, the same one I had mailed out a few days ago. I smile, gripping it in my fingers. “Have my jet ready to go by the time I get to the depot.”
“Sure thing, boss and what should be done about the gun?" He points to the pistol in my hand.
"I plan to hand deliver it to its owner myself tomorrow and I'll make sure it won't be coming back this way ever again."
I don't worry about packing. I usually have a bag ready to go in all my cars and even my jet in case I'm in too much of a hurry to remember to grab my things from the trunk. A few of my menfollow me out back. I slip into my vehicle with two guards in tow and exit the back of the estate. I place an old photo from my pocket onto the dash, smiling as I remember the exact moment it was taken. Marcus's body was stretched out on the bed of the hotel we always went to, his robe pulled open in the center, exposing one of his nipples and hard, leaking cock.
What I'd give to have him like that in front of me again, spreading his legs while asking me to come and get what's mine and I'd respond with, “Just a little longer.”
I call the Red Dungeon, still having the number memorized for when I was ready to stop by for a good time. I hadn't played with anyone in a while and maybe I should release some frustration before going to see Marcus. I'll have more resistance that way and a clearer mind. Tonight wouldn't be about sex. I usually keep the two things separate. It had never felt right giving my full self to anyone else. A man with a deep voice comes on the other line, greeting me and tearing me away from my thoughts.
"Thank you for calling Red Dungeon, how can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm a new member and will be in town tonight looking for a little fun. My name is Edmond Ortego."
"Ah yes, Mr. Ortego, we've been waiting for your call. We are happy you can finally make it in for your first experience."
Once I tell him what I'm looking for, he puts me on hold to see if anyone coming in would be a match for me. I thrum my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for him to return.
