CHAPTER ELEVEN

JASIEL

When they started talking about all the plans, I decided it wasn't for me and laid back in bed. Last night had been so exhilarating, I almost forgot about how exciting it was to get all bloody and take a life.

Snuggled up with Blubby in one arm and my slushie cup in another, I watched cartoons on the wall-mounted television. I'd missed all of this, what I didn't miss was not being allowed to do anything, and until we got rid of the Coronado family for good, I wasn't allowed to do a lot of things. I couldn't go outside without Daddy being scared, and he couldn't come for walks with me either. And we couldn't go to the beach or swim, or any of the fun things we used to do together.

I was free, but it was almost like this place had become a prison for me.

Slurping on the slushie, I was a little upset. I wanted revenge as much as Daddy did, but I wanted him more. And he was in there, talking about the big plans. I didn't want to join them and get in the way, like I usually did.

Part of me wished we could leave now and never come back, and another part of me knew that we'd be constantly hunted if we did that. Besides, Daddy was dead to many people, and I was an escaped prisoner on the run.

The cartoons on the TV didn't do much to drive out the sound of my thoughts. They were bright and colorful, flashing on screen like gentle lullabies. I drifted into my nap space a couple times, it was a hazy dream like state that was sometimes lucid enough for me to act out the crazy plans I had.

In my dreams, I could have loads of arms and all my knives were thrown and then they came back for me to throw them again. They were a bit like boomerangs, except they didn't spin, and it was more like they just came back into my pocket. Each throw of a knife hit where it was most deadly, and it never missed.

Then the flames. With the bodies piled up and doused with my favorite blue burning gasoline, I threw a match down on them and kaboom! Their bodies went up without a fight, everything on them melted and turned to a crisp.

"Baby," a soft voice woke me.

Springing to action, I thrust my palm up with an uppercut, ready to fight.

Daddy caught my hand before it could do any harm. He chuckled, slipping onto the bed beside me. "You looked so peaceful sleeping," he said.

"So, why did you wake me?"

"Because I thought you'd want to know the plan."

I did, and I didn't. "Ok."

"We're going to get the guns from the shipping container when it arrives," he said. "Then we're going to use it against them. It's Benicio's birthday party in two weeks. That's when we think we should attack."

I nodded, smiling. "Well, speaking of birthdays. I missed yours, you missed mine. We should do something special." I pushed my hand into his. "Like, maybe go for a meal somewhere or—"

"Baby."

That was the sound of him about to let me down. I frowned at him. "No," I said.

"Once this is over with, every day can be your birthday," he told me. "And yes, that extends to cake for breakfast."

My belly rumbled at the sound of breakfast. I had already had breakfast, but my stomach had room for second breakfast, obviously. He placed a hand over my stomach, stroking me. I let out a large yawn and squeezed his hand on me harder, trying to pull him all the way on top of me. "Come take a nap with me," I told him.

In prison, I never had the time to nap, nor the comfort. Sure, when I was alone, I could, but it was always sleeping with one eye open, just in case someone tried to come in at night and threaten you. I'd heard of it happening to the other guys, but I suppose the Coronado family didn't want me beaten. They knew in a fight of physicality, I had the upper hand, not for my brute strength like Daddy, but because I could loop rings around a person with my flexibility, agility, and all-around reflexes.

He laid in bed beside me, patting a hand on his stomach. I laid on him, snuggling Blubby with one arm, and my other wrapped around Daddy's waist. I wasn't letting him leave me, not to go talk plans with the guys, or to go to the bathroom, he was staying right here with me, watching cartoons.

"I can't wait to take you away from this place," he said, running his fingers through my hair. "Once they're gone. One the mission is complete."

"Are we going to rob their money too?" I asked.

He let out a hum. "As payment for putting you in prison, absolutely, we'll take all their money."

I didn't know how much money we had together, which was strange considering all throughout my life, I had always known how much money I had in my bank account, or in my pocket, or stuffed in the springs of the old mattress. I always knew, until I met Atlas, when I still referred to him as that. He took care of me, he told me I'd never have to worry about another thing if he was by my side. And it was all true, I didn't have to worry about anything, except revenge.

"And can I blow stuff up?"

"Sure."

I turned my head on his belly to look up at him. Giddy excitement bubbled around me. "Oh. I've always wanted to blow up that big fancy house," I admitted. "It's like—around all the water too so it won't hurt like anyone else but the people inside."

"Exactly," he said. "And remember our rules. Only blow up the bad guys. Civilian casualties are not what we want. If a civilian dies, we're the bad guys."

Nodding along to him, I understood. He was a contract killer, but he didn't always accept contract to kill. He was good at what he did, he could get in and out of a place without being found out.

"What if there are people at the house who are innocent?" I asked.

"We'll do our best to get them out," he said, stroking his hand through my hair once more. "You won't be blowing anything until after they family are dead anyway. So, you don't need to worry about that, baby."

I wasn't much of a killer, sure, I shot that guy yesterday, and I'd killed a couple of men who got a little touchy with me, but I wasn't anyone they hired to kill. I was just Daddy's little helper, and sometimes, I was Daddy's little disaster who would get in the way and make more trouble.

We watched cartoons together until I felt him wriggle around, trying to get comfortable.

"You're staying with me," I said.

"I know, I am," he chuckled.

"Good."

"You're never getting rid of me," he said. "I'd never let you get rid of me." He reached out for my hand, lifting it for the diamond to catch the light. "This means you're mine, now, and forever."

"Not until we say our vows," I told him before sinking my teeth into my lip to hide my sneaky smile.

He didn't smile back. He yanked my hand. "With or without vows, you're mine."

I took my other hand and grabbed his cock with all my force. "Mine."

Daddy smirked. "If it's yours, put your name on it."

"What do you mean, if?" I sat upright, squeezing his soft bulge inside his trousers.

"I don't see your name on it," he said, unflinching as I squeezed harder.

I huffed and growled. "You won't see it at all in a minute, because I'm going to rip it off."

Placing a hand behind my head, he hushed me. "And I already told you once before, baby. The only way this is coming off, if it's in that ass."

Letting go, I rolled over in the bed and cuddled at Blubby. "I can't believe you'd tease me like that."

He spooned me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "I could've done worse," he whispered in my ear. "I could've told you about how it's been so long, he forgot who you are, or how sometimes he got hard just at the sight of your teddy."

"You better leave Blubby alone," I said, squeezing him.

"You should check the bottom; I think I might—"

I grabbed Daddy's hand and yanked on his thumb, pressing it with all my might as I would to sprain it.

"That tickles," he chuckles.

We rolled over. I was on his chest, Blubby still in my arm. "Did you fuck my teddy?"

"Why?" he whispered, pushing his hands behind his head. He thrust his hips, knocking my balance to lay on his chest. "You want me to fuck your teddy?"

I knew he was only teasing me, but sometimes, I didn't want to be teased. Sometimes, I just wanted to be rocked asleep and maybe a dick inside me at some point, either as a pacifier or a plug. I didn't mind, I'd missed out on so much of Daddy's dick. All I wanted now, was for him to just say it was mine, and I'd be happy. I knew it was, but all I wanted was to hear him say it.

"Blubby is probably the closest you'll get to fucking," I told him. "Because I'm closed."

"Look at you being salty," he snickered. "You know what else is salty?"

"Your cum when you don't eat pineapple," I snapped back.

He pulled his hand from behind his head and wrapped them around me. "I was gonna say the ocean, where we're going to be soon, fucking in one of those hammocks between two palm trees."

Ok. I preferred that. "But before that, I want you to get my name tattooed on your dick," I told him. "So, you can never say it's not mine, ever again."

"Your full name?" he asked, winking.

"Jasiel Federico Acevedo," I stated. "It's big enough for that."

"Thick enough, maybe." He kissed my forehead. "I missed your crazy ass. And speaking of, you'll need to get my name tatted on them cheeks."

"Done," I said without hesitation. It wasn't like I saw my ass anyway.