28. Twenty-eight

I stand outside the warehouse without a clear idea of how I"ll get inside. I"m hidden several feet away behind a grouping of trees. It"s been five days since Mateo has gone missing and this whole time his father has had his men coming after me. I can no longer show my face in any of the clubs I own, not that I liked to do it much anyway. Still, I"ve had to live my life like a ghost. I"ve had to live it without the only person who gave me reason to be here aside from avenging my parents.

It wasn"t easy finding him but money talks, and one of Santiago's men was willing to sing like a damn cannery once he thought his family was in trouble. I may be one man but I was able to outsmart almost every single person here so far. Including Santiago. He left exactly when I needed him to. He needed to be sure Miguel Juventino was really dead. As soon as I saw his helicopter fly away, I got in a small boat and paddled as fast as I could.

I lift the binoculars to my eyes and there are only two guys in clear view, guarding the gray double doors. Tree branches scratch and dig into my skin when I move in closer. I make sure the two men are both too caught up in their conversation to notice me lighting an explosive and tossing it as far away as I can from the warehouse.

The loud noise of the firebomb startles the men and they stop talking. They move their attention to the nearby explosion after jolting back against the doors. They are speaking in Spanish but not loud enough for me to understand what they"re saying. One keeps guard by the door and the other heads toward the burning vehicle nearby with cautious steps. I grab another bomb and light it, tossing it in the opposite direction from before, causing another diversion. The other man glances around, standing tall in alert. He shouts for the other guy but gets no response.

The moment he turns around to walk toward the burning debris, I run up behind him, pointing my gun at his head, pulling the trigger. He goes down after one shot. His lifeless body crashes to the ground. There are loud footsteps coming from my right and I turn my gun on the other man before he can reach for his. He holds his hands up in the air, begging me not to shoot. I show him no mercy, taking him out the same way I did the last guy, putting a bullet in his head.

More men appear from behind the warehouse and I hurry inside the open doors. The sight unfolding in front of me has my heart falling into my stomach. Mateo is lying on the floor with his wrists tied behind his back and more of the same type of rope wrapped around his ankles. He's wearing a white tank that's so dirty, it nearly matches his pair of black boxer briefs.

He is trembling against the dirty pavement, with his eyes covered and a gag in his mouth. More men emerge from the back and I"m faster than both of them, shooting them dead before they can reach for their guns. I need to hurry and get the fuck out of here before I"m outnumbered again. I reload my gun before placing it back in the holster. No telling what waits for us outside. Mateo doesn"t appear to be awake when I lift his cold, limp body off the floor.

I carry him over my shoulder, running through the same doors I entered. There are men running behind us, shooting and missing as I zigzag through the trees. I"m glad he isn"t awake to experience everything going on around us. The loud shots from a gun have me running faster. I"m usually not this sloppy. I normally have everything planned out perfectly so that no mistakes can be made, but there is no time for that now.

My only focus is getting Mateo out safely and we are not there yet. His body rests heavily on mine as I make my way through the island, searching for a way back to the boat. The warehouse is sitting on a small secluded island and there is only one way off. I worry it"s no longer an option when they have me completely surrounded. I set Mateo down and his body lands harder on the ground than intended. He shifts and wiggles against it, still blindfolded and gagged, with his hands and ankles tied.

I reach for my gun and loop around the tree, taking out another man once he"s close enough. I ignore the loud moans and whines coming from behind me, reloading my gun. It"s a good thing I"m a much better shot than they are. Santiago was always a weak man, with even weaker men working for him. They lack the training and speed I have. When the last body hits the ground, I lift Mateo up again, and he is no longer lying lifeless against me.

Even though his struggles are weak, it"s still enough to slow me down. He can"t hear my voice over the noise surrounding us. I take a smoke bomb from my pouch and toss it behind me, buying us more time to get away from anyone else who may be coming. "We are almost there, princesa. Just a little bit longer. Be still for me."

He goes limp again in my arms, probably passing out from the fumes. I lift the bandana from my neck, protecting my nose and mouth from the smoke and hurry toward the water. I search frantically for the boat I came in. When I don"t see it anywhere, I know I must be on the wrong side of the island. Just when I think our luck has run out, a larger boat appears in the distance. I run in the direction it"s coming from and a small row boat pulls up to the sand, with a man stepping out of it. I lift my gun only to lower it when I recognize Angel"s face. "Easy, cabrón, it"s only me. I got your message. Is that him? He must be really special for you to go through all this."

I grunt, moving toward the boat and gently set Mateo inside, laying him out on the floor. He shivers and curls into the fetal position. I tug off my jacket to lay it over his body. Even though I"m exhausted and hurting everywhere, I help my brother push the metal boat into the water. We climb in and he paddles in the direction of a larger boat. I glance down at Mateo and the sunlight shines over his swollen cheek, and more anger fills me. I was already fuming from watching him laying on that cold, cement floor. They will all pay for what they"ve done. Every single one of those fuckers.

"I sure hope that is the boat we are getting away in, and not this one," I say, watching our preferred ride appear larger the closer we get to it.

Angel laughs. "Come on, hermano. I am sure you know me better than that. What else would it be there for?"

In the distance, I can see men running through the trees, stomping through the sand, heavily loaded with guns. My brother looks my way. "I would've thought you"d come better prepared than this. You fell in love with him, didn"t you? No one goes through all this trouble for a quick lay."

He's right and I don"t like admitting that out loud, so I don"t. Instead, I shift Mateo"s head onto my lap, stroking his hair. "How about you save me the commentary and just get us to the damn boat?"

When we finally reach it, I get in first and let my brother hand me a heavily sedated Mateo. He starts to wake again when I bring him fully on board. "Shhhh," I whisper, brushing my lips against his ear. The metallic taste of blood is strong in my mouth. He only settles a little. It will take a bit longer until the drugs are fully out of his system. No telling how much they gave him. Angel hands me a wet rag and I drag it gently over his face.

Oh, Santiago will get what"s coming to him alright. I'll make sure it is a nice long, sweet torture too. I know just the person to give it to him. I glance over to my brother, climbing in the boat behind us. He has been after Santiago for a long time. I always knew the day he finally got his hands on him would be the worst day of the son of a bitch's life, and also the best day of Angel"s. Mateo wiggles in my arms and Angel passes me a cold bottle of water. "Here, give him some of this. He"s probably dehydrated from all the drugs."

I yank off the gag and toss it on the ground. Mateo parts his lips when I press the bottle to them, letting the water slowly fall into his mouth. He starts to move some more and loud shouting comes from around us. I spot two men approaching us in a small raft. My brother runs to the front of the yacht. "I think it"s time to go. Take care of him, and try to wake him while I get us the fuck out of here."

I run my fingers through Mateo"s sweat and blood covered hair, trying to coerce him awake. But he doesn"t do more than shift against me, releasing more groans. "I don"t know anything," he murmurs. "I swear I don"t."

The blindfold remains covering his eyes, lifting closer toward his hair as his forehead wrinkles. It makes me wonder if it"s his eyes opening against the tight covering that"s causing it to shift. Quickly sitting up, he swings his arms with his wrists still tied together. I grab onto his arms, holding him still against the boat"s seat. I lay him back against the white leather bench, and lift his wrists above his head, running a hand down the center of his shivering body.

He struggles under the weight of my hand and his teeth chatter. I leave him confined because it's what helps him reach such high places that make our worlds collide together, and we both need that more than anything right now. I'm in need of taking back what was nearly stripped away from us, something that has always been ours. They no longer have the control, we do. Wanting to get him out of the clothes he"s been stuck in for days, I rip his shirt off his body.

He tilts his head against the seat, moving it side to side. I don"t waste any time tugging his underwear down his slender, soft thighs. I cut them off his body with the sharp blade of my knife and toss the shredded material to the floor. After being away from him for so long, thinking I lost him, I need to feel him around me.

I need to know this is real and I need him to know it too. He starts moving more when I press his knees to his chest, slipping my head between his legs, leaving his ankles tied. He groans, shifting his head, lifting it and slamming it back down. He tries to lift his arms and I slam them harder against the seat. He thrashes underneath me when I press my fingers against his hole. "Easy. You don"t need to fight anymore, sweetness."

His warmth and soft pucker feel so good, I can"t wait to be fully wrapped in him. I unzip my pants, pulling out my cock. Grabbing a small packet from my back pocket, I lube up my fingers and push them into his tight heat, moving in and out slowly. He slams the back of his body against the seat, only managing animalistic noises. I remove my fingers when I feel he is nice and ready for me, and press the tip of my cock to his pucker. He curves his body against the seat, mewling sweetly and I press a kiss to his cheek that is covered in dried tears from earlier. "It"s okay, princesa. I got you. I always have you. This is our safe place. Come back to it, come back to me."

His body relaxes and I slide deeper inside his hole. He tightens around me the further I bury myself. His legs tremble, the way they always do when I first enter him. I lift the blindfold from his eyes and those green pools lock on mine, nearly drowning me in their depths.

I pull my cock out just to slam it back in while his eyes roll in the back of his head, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. I make my way past his tight ring of muscles and he lifts his hips, his eager thrusts meeting mine. "Gabriel." His voice is rough and raspy.

"Yes, sweetness. It"s me. Can you feel me in you?"

My breath quickens and my words no longer come out clear as I slide in and out of him with long, slow thrusts. He licks his dry, chapped lips, tilting his head back. For the very first time, I kiss him long and hard, swallowing his moans. I jump back when he bites down hard on my lip. "Fuck you," he says between heavy pants. "I hate you."

My lips shift into a smile. "And I love you."

His eyes widen and he lifts his hands up, bringing them over my neck. Crashing my mouth back on his, I grind against his ass. His tongue moves hungrily around mine and our kisses are hot and sloppy. I move my hips in wider circles, hitting the place inside him that has him lighting up like the morning sky. Needing more. Needing him. "I feel you, Gabriel. I feel you everywhere."

"I feel you too, baby, and you feel fucking wonderful."

I plunge into him over and over, rocking my hips in a steady rhythm. He"s a shuddering mess beneath me. Our bodies slide all over the seat as the boat moves against the hard water, splashing over my heated skin. The boat moves up and down, but I refuse to let anything separate me from him, so I press my knees tightly against the seat, holding my balance.

I don"t care if my brother sees us. I don"t care about anything but the man underneath me. I reach between us, sliding my hand over his perfect uncut cock, tugging back his foreskin and rubbing my fingers over his slit, causing his muscles to tighten and the veins to strain in his neck.

I pump his cock into my fist, moving in perfect motion with my thrusts as I continue fucking into him. His walls tighten around me and I go deeper, unable to keep steady movements. He feels way too good. Not just his hole surrounding my dick, but his skin touching mine, the breath we share, and his moans vibrating against my lips.

There could be boats going by and I wouldn"t hear or see them. I am trapped in a world where only we exist. The ocean air leaves a salty taste on my lips. The breeze is strong, pushing Mateo"s soft curls against my face as I continue to nip and lick at his mouth.

My cock throbs inside him, my balls contracting when his ass clenches and his release spills between us. I run my hand over his cum covered stomach as I continue pumping in and out of him, nearly falling over the edge.

I bring my cum covered fingers to his mouth and his warm tongue swipes against them. That"s all it takes to have me falling into my own euphoria, losing myself in waves of pleasure. My hot seed fills his hole and my whole body trembles. His eyes are hazy and he has a dreamy look on his face, with completely flushed cheeks and bruised lips.

I smile down at him and he swipes his thumb over my lips with eyes full of wonder. Almost as if he was watching a sunset for the first time. He never saw me smile until today, only because I never was able to before. I had lost the ability so long ago, and this beautiful man beaming beneath me brought it back.

"I missed you. Did you miss me?"

"What took you so long?" He cocks his head.

I stifle a laugh. I wasn"t sure if he meant for me to rescue him or if he meant for me to realize my true feelings. It took me longer to get here emotionally than it did physically. It doesn"t matter, because I"m here now and don"t plan on leaving anytime soon. Not him or this moment.