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Chapter 20

Ciara

Luca and the men were playing poker. I went up to the table, not caring that I was disturbing them playing for money.

"Luca, a word with you in private."

"Can it wait, I'm about to clean house."

"No, it's urgent."

I walked briskly to the section they had cordoned off as mine, which was up the metal stairs adjacent to the old freezer compartment. The room had a folding mattress, pillows with a table and chair.

Slipping into the room with Luca behind me, I locked the door. He looked at me with a curious look on his face, his eyes widening when I began to remove my jeans.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

"Don't you see?"

"Woman…"

"Don't woman me, man," I quipped. "Come help me with my top if you want something to do."

"You can't be serious," he murmured, his voice becoming husky. "You know were expecting Pretty Boy and his men any time soon."

"And I expect your big ass dick inside me anytime now."

Luca removed my top easily after I wiggled from my jeans. Not that my top was hard to remove, I just loved how his finger would brush my bare skin while he did it.

"You're one crazy woman," he said. "You're driving me insane."

"But do you hate the insanity?" I laughed. "I bet your as hard as nails right now."

In response he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me up to him. "Do you feel that? I don't hate the insanity, I relish it."

"Then fuck me quick and hard. I wanna come in five minutes."

He scoffed. "Is that a challenge?"

"Didn't you say you'd deal with me later?" I teased. "Here I am."

Luca

My dick was wrestling to be free. I twisted her around with her back to me as I slid my hand over her torso and up to her breasts. My other hand ran down her belly and cupped her pussy. My dick jerked fiercely and pressed painfully into the zipper of my pants.

"You love to tease me, huh?"

I asked, kissing her neck while fondling a breast. Pushing her up hard against the wall, she gasped as the cold concrete crushed her breasts. I pulled her arms together and commanded that she keeps them above her head.

"Don't you dare drop those arms."

"What you gonna do, spank me?"

In response I slapped her ass. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

She wiggled that ass and spread her legs. "Come on Daddy, this big girl has been really bad. She wants big Daddy to come and punish her."

I parted her ass cheek and peered at her dripping pussy. Wanting a taste, I knelt, pulled her ass to my face and stuck out my tongue. Her juices were basically dripping into my mouth as I licked it up.

"Ahh," she murmured. "Your tongue feels so good."

I licked her clit, swirled my tongue around it and sucked on it. Then I parted her labia with my hot tongue and plunged it into her soft, warm, wet flesh. While she dripped in my mouth, I reached down to release my dick from its confines. I stroked it, feeling the ring on my finger connect with my King's Crown. My dick jerked in my hand and swelled more.

"Hurry, it's almost five minutes," she impatiently urged.

"Be quiet and keep those hands above your head!"

I massaged my dick while licking her pussy. She moaned and sighed, her body trembling with pleasure. I stood, slapped her ass with my dick and rubbed my King's Crown on her clit.

"Ahh!" She jumped, her voice breathy. "Oh God."

"Hold still," I instructed. "I'm going in."

"Fill me up big Daddy!"

Slowly sliding into her, I gritted my teeth to keep from howling at the sheer thrill from her pussy.

"Oooh!" she shrieked.

"You loving this?" I plunged deeper, then held still as her pussy walls clenched my dick.

"Oh-oh-oooh! Yes, big daddy."

"Come for big daddy, you naughty girl." I pulled out and sank into her again, and again. I then slapped her ass multiple times, feeling her hold my dick like a vice.

"I'm coming big daddy, I'm commmiing!"

I started pumping her hard, my dick swelling more, now pulsing fiercely as my own cum was upon me. I felt the implosion inside my balls and could hold out no longer.

"Fuuucckk!" I screeched. "Fuck!"

For the final squirt into her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up against me. I wanted to feel the silky smoothness of her warm skin, to smell her deliciousness that always tantalized me.

My heart was bursting because I knew I was captured and would never be free. I didn't want to be free.

Ciara

I felt one blade slice through my arm as another grazed my cheek. I didn't see anyone, so I crouched. The back of the yard had two cargo containers and a few old trucks. I was between a container and an old truck. I took cover behind the truck since it was closer to me.

About a hundred meters out, there was a band of trees leading into a small forest area which led to a backroad. From my perspective, the blades came from the trees. The one that had torn through my arm, lay on the pavement but I didn't see the other blade.

There should be a few guards among the trees, but I supposed that the knife thrower might have got them. I picked up the throwing knife and turned it over. It was a single piece of metal with no handle and a sharp point.

I was alone outside where I'd come out for a walk before night fall. It was around four in the afternoon, and we had thought that Pretty Boy would attack after dark. I wasn't sure whether this was Pretty Boy or Santiago, or maybe both.

There were guards nearby, just not the full set. I could see two from where I stooped, and I tried to make signs to them. I was concerned that they might be caught off guard. I decided to just raise an alarm with my voice since I didn't have my phone on me.

"Take cover, guards take cover now!"

The one I could see ducked and looked in my direction. When he saw me crouching, he started coming my way.

"Stay back," I yelled.

"Not happening miss Ciara."

The alarm caused shots to ring out and an exchange ensued. The guard used his communication device to alert those on the inside. In a moment, outside was flooded with our soldiers and three Dobermans. The dogs were let loose and began running into the forest with their keepers following close behind.

I heard a dog whimper while the others growled ferociously as though they were mauling something. Pretty Boy was there, I could see him running towards the containers. He was escorted by two others. I sent the guard away to assist his comrades while I waited for Pretty Boy.

Momentarily, the yard filled with men from both sides. My careless ass left my weapon inside and I could kick myself. I knew that as a soldier, I should never walk without my weapon, it should be a part of me. I was ashamed, but as a human, and grieving sister, I also made mistakes.

I commandeered the throwing blade as weapon and made myself ready for attack. Fortunately, I have been kickboxing and knew a move or two how to defend myself.

Prety Boy now was quite close fighting through our men with his two minions covering him. When he reached me, he pulled up and stared with his one eye.

"So you're here again. What do you want? Another surgical removal?" I laughed. "The other eye, or maybe your dick?"

"You bitch, you'll pay for what you did to me!"

"And you are paying for what you did to an innocent seventeen-year-old kid! My brother," I snarled. "Do you know he's never gotten a B in his life?"

"I didn't know he was your brother," he argued.

"Doesn't matter because he would have been someone's brother and definitely someone's child," I countered. "You killed him and now you must pay."

"I didn't shoot him, it was Carlos."

I scoffed. "You were there. You supplied the weapon. You brought your team to confront a seventeen-year-old genius!"

"I…." he started.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. "Do you know how many universities, including Ivy leagues, accepted my brother's application? Do you know how many wanted him to attend their campuses?" I paused to calm myself as I was losing my temper. "He applied to thirteen and they all accepted him. Harvard, Princeton, Notre Dame, Columbia, Standford – yes, Standford was where he chose to attend riding on a full scholarship."

I stepped close to him, he stood his ground, the anger twisting his features.

"I don't give a fuck who he was," he bravely said, pulling out a handgun and pointing it at me. "The fucker is dead already, and now you'll join him."

I stepped even closer. "You think I'm afraid to die?"

My blade was held tightly in my fist and pressed to my wrist. I moved within an inch of him with his gun pointing directly at my forehead.

"Go ahead and shoot," I urged. "It's just a pity that whether I die here or not, your entire family will perish because of what you and your cousins did."

Our eyes connected and I smile broadly as he frowned in confusion. I bent my head to the side still smiling as I plunged my blade into his belly. I pulled it out and stabbed him in his chest cavity. Pulled it and plunged repeatedly all over his body.

As he died his finger pressed the trigger and his gun went off, grazing my ear. I felt like an injured soldier from one of those medieval movies, coming from war. It took about a minute for me to feel anything but when I did, it was the most excruciating burning pain I ever felt.

"Damn it," I yelled, grabbing my ear, and kicking the lifeless body lying on the ground. "You fucking piece of shit!"