CHAPTER NINE

JASIEL

People didn't attack me and get away with it. I'd heard the silenced gun shot from the living room. But I was pissed. This man had been begging for his life. I taped his mouth shut so I didn't have to listen to the whining. Nobody wanted to hear you whine when you were begging for your life, especially not the person you had tried to have killed.

"I just want you to know, that when you're ready to talk, I'll listen," I said, walking around him.

His body was covered in slices and cuts. I'd poured a bottle of tequila I'd found in the kitchen over them as he screamed behind his taped mouth.

"I know there's a bounty on my head, but I'm mad," I continued to tell him. "I've done nothing wrong to anyone. I was locked up, wrongly, by the way. I could've been arrested for so many real charges, like the fire I started that consumed an entire house, or when I blew up that fuel tanker. So many things."

He continued to hum behind his mask, trying to speak.

"Are you going to be good?" I asked.

He nodded.

I tore the tape from his mouth with one swooping hand movement.

"Let me go. Now!" he screamed at me.

The tape went back over his mouth before I punched him square on the nose. It hurt my fingers. I wasn't a punching person. "Ouchy," I grumbled, pouting at the man as he went limp in the chair. "Look what you made me do now."

The door opened as Daddy walked inside, a curious smile on his face.

"Did you find out?" I asked him as I massaged my knuckles from the pain the man's face caused. He still hadn't given me a name, the asshole.

"Baby, I told you not to make a mess." He gestured at me with blood everywhere and to the man tied on the metal chair.

Pouting, I lulled my head to look up at him. "But Daddy. He was wiggling too much, and the knife got stuck." I tried pushing my hair back with a hand, getting blood on my forehead.

"Oh. I'm not talking about the blood. You smashed the expensive bottle of tequila."

"Would you believe me if I told you, it wasn't me?" Fluttering my lashes at him, he smiled.

"Baby, I'd believe if you told me the sky was green."

"Ok, good. Well, the tequila was in the kitchen, I didn't know it was yours. I didn't know it was expensive either," I told him.

He nodded, taking my hand as he watched me massage it. "What have you found out?" he asked. "Who ordered the hit? He didn't seem to know who this was."

"I don't know," I mumbled, pressing my body into Daddy's body as he cuddled me close. "I had to put the tape over his mouth because he was spitting and—ew."

I knew Daddy would sort this for me. I was never good at extracting information, even if I liked to think I was. I was much better at robbing, stabbing, and setting things on fire.

He tore the tape from the man's mouth and squeezed a hand at his throat as he came back to full consciousness, choking at the feeling of his windpipe being crushed.

Letting out a giggle, I clapped my hands. "Tell me who ordered the hit," I said.

Daddy let go of the man's throat. "Now," he said, pulling on the man's chin to look him in the eye.

"Fuck you."

"Ew," I grumbled. "He wouldn't touch you like that, even if you begged."

"What's your name?" he asked.

The man spat blood, hitting Daddy's black shirt.

"Did you look for a wallet?" he asked me, grabbing his gun from his shoulder holster. "Maybe that's the easier way to figure this out."

"Um." I hadn't looked for a wallet, but in all fairness, I also didn't have a checklist to work through like Daddy did. I frisked the man's pockets and found a leather wallet. "Yay!" I opened it up to see inside. He had a couple hundred bucks, a credit card, and his ID. "Mario tool."

He glared at me, wriggling in his chair. "Kill me," he said. "I'm not telling you anything." He then cocked his head and looked at Daddy, the tension on his face seemed to both grow and ease. "Wait. You're—you're—you're supposed to dead."

"Oh. So, you know who I am."

"I—I work for the Agosti family."

Daddy broke out into a fit of laughter. "You're fucking kidding me."

"No. They—they didn't order the hit. One of my guys saw him." He gestured to me. I gave a big smile at the acknowledgement. "He's got a bounty on his head. He fucked up the hit. I got rid of him."

Daddy's posture changed. His shoulders hunched as he grew closer to the man. "You mean to tell me, you tried to kill him," he whispered aggressively. "You shouldn't have admitted that."

"Wait!" I said before he could do any damage. "How much was the bounty? And who put it there?"

Mario chuckled. "A hundred grand. But we weren't even going to kill you. We wouldn't expect the Coronado family to pay up. So, we'd have used you to broker a deal with them."

"A deal?" I asked. Spitting up blood, I didn't have time for his theatrics right now. I placed a knife to his throat. "Come on. What deal were you going to use me for?"

"The Coronado family are going to murder the Agosti's for taking over their drug territory," Daddy said. "He was going to use you to broker a deal to stop them from attacking."

He continued to chuckle and sputter up blood. "Right."

"That's unfortunate," Daddy said. "The Coronado's have shipments of guns coming in to wipe you off the map. And I'd hate to do anything for them, but you tried to kill my baby." He placed a hand on my shoulder and massaged the back of my neck. "So, your time is up. We got what we wanted." He held the gun to the man's head.

"No," I said.

"Baby, please, come on."

"Don't—you don't have to kill me."

I took Daddy's gun. "I think it's best if I do it." And with the silenced gun in hand, I placed it to his temple and shot.

"How does it feel?"

"Like, I want to fuck you right here," I said, licking my lips. "And also, I want to set him on fire."

He smiled. "That's why he stinks of tequila then. Baby, no fire. There are people in this building who are innocent."

I knew that, and I wanted to set him on fire, but obviously, I wasn't going to.

"The sex though," he said, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. "We can absolutely do that."

A knock came at the door. "You guys finished?" Midas asked. "We should get back to the safe house."

"We'll continue this back home," he said, kissing me. I slipped the gun in his holster.

Once we made it back at the safe house, I didn't spare any time to clean the blood from my face or clothes. I jumped on Daddy's body, almost immediately, throwing him back against the bed. This one, more reinforced than the last.

We tore each other's clothes from our bodies, clawing and biting at each other as our foreplay divulged into animalistic pleasures. I'd been begging to be stretched out for so long, that now being forced into the splits while he ate my ass, I was on the verge of cumming.

"Stop touching yourself," he said, wrapping a hand around my wrist. "If you fucking cum, I choke you with my cock until the only thing filling that belly is cum."

Now, I was being threatened was something I usually begged for.

I grabbed my cock. He slapped my hand away.

We continued to play until he threw me up against the wall and fuck me. I came, but that didn't stop him. His lips and teeth gave little pleasures up my neck, leaving marks of ownership.

"That's a good boy," he said, pressing his mouth to my ear. "Daddy's going to give you a nice reward for what you did today. Using that big boy gun."

My skin tingled, almost on fire with pleasure. "I used it," I said, breathlessly. "And it was so powerful and strong." I never used guns, ever, that was Daddy's style. He packed the heat with those short, heavy handguns. I could whip a knife out with ease, they weren't usually heavy, not unless the handle was made was something dense. "I want to cum all over you."

He pressed a hand to my throat. "No," he said. "I told you not to touch it."

My hole squeezed around his cock as he did that, grabbing my throat was hot, almost to the point of getting what I wanted from him without him realizing. My cock throbbed, and I still wasn't touching it.

My hands above my head, pinned in place by one of Daddy's large hands, and his other hand still at my throat. His warm fingers playing on my skin like I was some time of guitar, and he was trying to find the perfect note. He was trying to find a pressure point.

A dizzy haze came over me, and as it did, I came. The spurts of hot cum covered our bodies in my slick, creamy supply. Through the dizziness as he let go of my throat, I let out a giggle.

His hips thrust harder, smashing me against the wall. And for a moment, I thought we were about to go through it, straight into the living room. But we didn't, and he came inside me. His cock delivering the hot pumping blows of cum to my insides.

He carried me to the bed with his cock still inside me. I'd forgotten how much I'd missed what Daddy could do with those thick thigh muscles. He laid me down and gently pulled out before wiping the end of his cock against my hole.

"I'll go get us some water," he said, leaning over to kiss me and give the tip of my nose a gentle nibble. "Stay. I haven't finished with you." He put on a pair of briefs before leaving, the gloss of cum on his chest was visible as the light touched him.

I wiggled on the sheet and looked down at the cum on my belly. With a finger, I gave it a taste, just a single dip. I was delicious, and there was no denying that.

Daddy came back with bottles of water, partly frozen from being in the freezer. He also held a small damp towel in his hand.

"I eated it," I said, pouting at the cum.

He placed the bottles on the bedside table and sat. "I'm never letting you go," he said before gently wiping my skin clear with the damp towel. "I feel so much better after tonight. We got what we wanted."

"I didn't get to set fire—"

Daddy hushed me with a finger to my lips. "Controlled fires, yes. But baby, that building would've gone up and killed everyone inside it. Especially with all that tequila you used."

He had a point. "Next time?"

"We'll talk about the next step tomorrow," he said. "I think Midas and Trojan are finally fucking. Apparently, they went months without. Poor guys."

"We went months too." But that wasn't like we had a choice. We went months because we had to. I was in prison. He was dead—undead—alive, but everyone thought he was dead.

"Never again. Now, two options. We go take a shower. Get all this blood off us. And fuck. Or I can make us a couple sandwiches. We can eat a little, and then fuck."

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

"What sandwiches?" I asked.

"Cock. I—I mean chicken." He winked at me.

"Shower. Sex. Food. Sex," I listed.