Chapter 23Ciara

Chapter 23

Ciara

I moved to the back where our men were gathering. Someone pushed a weapon into my hand. Luca flipped over the ropes and rushed over to where we were, as chaos ensued.

Confused patrons scuttled away, trying to leave the underworld, which was now blocked off by armed guards. Santiago's men were disarmed and cordoned off into a chamber. The guests were ushered into what appeared to be an office and guarded by our men.

Santiago was nowhere near the arena, but we found a room with computer monitors which indicated he had been there earlier and had watched everything on screen. After the chaos calmed down somewhat, Luca and I met in one of the passages.

The door that prevented us from entering Santiago's main domain looked like a vault door. The men contemplated setting explosives to it but was unsure how it would affect us. Our locksmith started working on it in an attempt to open it without damage.

"Come with me," Luca urged, grabbing and pulling me by the hand.

We found a small dark compartment that wasn't big enough to be used for anything, except maybe a chair. Luca pushed me up against the cold damp crusty wall, covering me with his body.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, his dick pressing into my belly.

"You're so hot in this dress," he murmured.

"And you were so freaking sexy in that ring, I wanted to fuck you right there."

He captured my lips, sliding his tongue along the ridge of my teeth before thrusting it into my mouth. I whimpered as my tongue was made captive. His tongue stroked mine, sending electric bolts through my body.

I fumbled with his belt while he hoisted up the skirt of my dress. He then placed his hands on my ass and lifted me to fit with his hips. I wrapped my thighs around him as I guided his dick into my already wet pussy.

"Hmmm," I hummed, as I felt his dick slide into me.

Our mouths joined together again as he made quick easy strokes, fucking me hard against the wall. Our kiss muffled our grunts and groans as our orgasm came quickly and fiercely.

* * *

Explosives were used to blast the wall, which had been our last resort. As we went through the hole, we encountered numerous shots. A few of our men were hit with minor injuries, as we infiltrated Santiago's fortress.

We moved along the wall, taking out Santiago's men as we went. Some from the first batch were killed, others injured and a few surrendered. Santiago second battalion met us with smoke bombs and gunfire. A few more of our men fell.

"We gotto keep against the wall and keep an eye out for any movement. Let's stay together," Luca advised us.

We waited until the smoke cleared to move again. My dress got caught in something in the wall and I stopped to free it. When I looked up Luca and the men had gone ahead without me. I hurried ahead, only to be met with the nuzzle of a gun aimed at my neck.

"What have we got here?" he said. "You must be the one who killed Micheal."

"And you are?" I twisted around, the cold metal of the gun now at my throat. I reached down and touched my stiletto. "I need to see my killer."

"Nah, Santiago wants to do it himself."

"Wow, I am dying to meet him."

I withdrew my hand from my blade and allowed him to nudge me forward. We went in a different direction from the men, and I knew Luca would be pissed he lost me. I could have easily cut this man's throat, but he was taking me to the Boss.

Santiago was in a room with stacks of cocaine on a table, along with money, paraphernalia, books, and a laptop. The space was large and able to hold at least three dozen people.

"Hi," I greeted upon entry. "Santiago, right?"

"You're cheery for one who's about to die."

I scoffed, looking at him. He was unlike the photograph I saw. His head was now bald, a short beard and a square face with dark beady eyes.

"Why does everyone think I'm afraid of dying?"

My captor shoved me into a chair and tied my hands behind me. My one concern was that they might discover my stiletto.

"Aren't you?" Santiago asked. Coming close, his breath on my face.

I laughed. "It appears you might be afraid," I replied. "I'm only one and you have what … eight men in the room. Yet you have tied me up. Who's afraid?"

Santiago slapped me across the face. "You like to tease and taunt, don't you?"

The slap was weak, and the sting wore off quickly. Amused, I wiggled my upper body, my breasts jiggling. "Do you blame me?"

"Ahh, you are indeed a hot little tease. But I prepared a special place for you here."

My mind drifted to Luca because I knew he was now looking for me. I wondered what he would do if he knew I was with Santiago. Many thoughts entered my mind on how to get free, or how to get my stiletto. The only way was to let them set me free.

"Now you tie me up," I said. "How a girl's supposed to use the restroom? Do you even have restrooms here? I bet you don't. Just bring me a bucket and I'll use it."

"I know what you're doing. It's not going to work, lady."

"Maybe you or one of your men would like a golden shower," I teased. "They say it's very stimulating."

He turned to one of the men. "Shut her up."

A commotion outside caught the men's attention and some rushed out, leaving me with Santiago and the one who captured me. He looked down at me with his dark evil pools and I smiled up at him sweetly.

He was as tall as Luca, maybe taller, with wide shoulders. His angular jawline gave a look of Henry Cavill, but not quite as attractive.

"How do you live down here with so many guys, aren't you lonely?" I questioned. "Or … wait … can you even get it up? Oh wait … I see, you like men."

"Do you ever shut up?" he hissed, slapping me again, this time harder.

"That's all you got?" I taunted.

He slid closer to me his legs wide as stood he over me, almost straddling me. I tilted my head and stared up into his eyes.

"You hit like a girl," I gibed.

He grabbed my chin and held it like a vice. "You killed my son and today I'm sending you to hell."

I didn't twist away but head my head still. "And you think that scares me? I guarantee even the devil will flee from me."

"Be quiet until I am ready for you."

"I need to use the bathroom," I replied. "You can come with me and watch."

His fist folded at his side, his face scrunch with anger. "Piss right where you are. You're not going anywhere."

"Okay."

I leaned back and closed my eyes, opening my legs, taking care not to let the hem of my dress ride up.

"Stop," he said. He turned to my guy. "Take her to the toilet and keep her in your sight."

I laughed inwardly, as I saw that Santiago was an idiot. There was commotion outside and he was sending me away with one man, leaving himself vulnerable. I would show him what I was made of tonight.

They untied me and I was escorted with a gun to my back. When we reached down the passage, I stopped and threw myself against the wall, while pulling my stiletto. This threw him off guard causing him to lower his weapon.

With a pivot, I lunged with my blade, sinking it into the soft flesh of his neck and ripping through it. As he sank to the grungy floor, I took his gun and returned to Santiago.

"Hey," I called, sheathing my stiletto and aiming my gun.

He backed away and lifted his cane, pressing some trigger in the handle to detract a sharp pointy blade.

"Ha, I see you got a weapon."

Blam! The sound of the magnum echoed through the space as I hit him in the knee. I didn't want to kill him because I was saving him for Sandy or Blaze.

He sank to his knees. "Arrrrghhh!"

I walked over and stood over him, grabbing the cane and smacking him upside the head. He bowed low, gripping his head.

"Awww, you're worshiping your queen."

He raised his upper body, looking up at me and reaching behind his back. I aimed for his wrist and let off a round. The slug hit the bone and shattered it.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Ooops," I apologized. "Didn't mean to disfigure your hand."

People were heard outside the compartment and footsteps approached.

"What the fuck?" someone exclaimed.

I whipped around to see Blaze, Luca and Sandy staring at me.

"Ooops," I said again, looking at Luca with my puppy eyes.

Sandy and Blaze moved at the same time, coming to pull Santiago up. That's when they saw his knee wound.

"Damn, Ciara. You messed him up really bad," Blaze said.

"I wanted to save him for Sandy."

Sandy came over to me. "I'd be honored if you take care of him for me."

"My pleasure."

I knew they all wanted to see me in action, and I loved the attention. I looked around the space for anything I could use instead of my knife or my gun. Then it hit me, the drugs. He was manufacturing that crap for the streets.

"Luca," I called, jutting my head at the table.

Blaze leaned back against the wall, watching me keenly as I took a package and ripped it open with my blade. Luca took hold of Santiago's head and held it backwards.

Using the handle of the cane, I slapped his mouth. He bawled and opened wide, allowing me to dump a portion of the powder inside it. When he tried to spit it out Luca clamped his hand over his nose and mouth, sealing them shut.

He could not pry Luca's hand away because he was busy using his good hand to nurse his shattered wrist. Santiago gulped and swallowed while searching for air. A few minutes later, I dumped a bigger dose into his mouth. I relished watching as he began to froth and spit. As the drugs worked, Santiago lie thrashing on the floor.

"Is he going to die?" I asked Luca. "Will that amount kill him?"

"No, but the whole package might."

"Open up," I instructed. I wanted to empty the entire packet in the m'fucker. "Why does his eyes look like that?"

"I think he's dead," Luca announced.

"He's not moving."

Blood was oozing from his nose and mouth.

Blaze eased himself off the wall and came over, stooping over Satiago. "I think the motherfucker had a heart attack."

I sighed. "Dang, that was too easy."

* * *

All of Santiago's men were rounded up and dropped off in front of the police station along with Santiago's body.

Carlos and Marco were still at the factory, and I finally knew how to end this nightmare so that I could bury my brother.

The men fired up the cauldron and filled it with water. No, I wasn't going to boil them. That would be monstrous, I had something else in mind. I was watching the fire underneath the old contraption when the men brought out the boys. Luca was spread out on a chair nearby dosing. Blaze and Sandy had disappeared somewhere.

"Hey boys, how have the brothers been?" I asked. "You good?"

Marco nodded while Carlos glared at me. I instructed the men to untie the boys. Marco looked relieved while Carlos wore a confused frown.

"We're free?" Marco exclaimed. "Can we go home now?"

"You are free, but I can't send you home," I replied. "I need to see how strong you boys are."

They looked at each other in confusion. The men nudged them towards the cauldron.

"See those?" I asked, pointing at the hanging chains. "Start climbing."

Since the chains hung over the cauldron, the men brought a chair for them to climb up to reach them. The boys hesitated and the men shoved a gun into their backs.

"Get up on the chair," one of the guards ordered. "Now."

Carlos first went up, grabbing the chain and hanging on for life, as he slid upward, he looked down into the cauldron. A terrified look crossed his face. Marco was prodded to also get on the chain.

"Hang in there, guys," I said. "I don't want you to fall."

"Please let me down," one of the boys screamed. "I don't want to die."

"You should have thought of that before you killed someone!" I yelled.

Their screams and cries reverberated thought the factory. I watched for about thirty minutes as their arms trembled from the exhaustion. Sweat ran down their faces as steam from the pot rose up to them.

I was tired and needed sleep. I woke up Luca and told him to take me to bed. We left the boys hanging there and instructed the guards to let me know who died first.