Jordan's Redemption: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 2) (6 page)

"Do you think they'll try to act against you?"

"Of course, they will. If I was to end up dead in Honduras, when I'm supposed to be in Miami, they would never be linked to that. That would be perfect for them." Jordan ran his fingers through his hair. "This has to turn out perfectly. I want to get to them before the Honduran cartel arrives and be out of there by the time they get there. I will confront them and force them to admit they have been stealing and hand over the drugs."

"We need to plan that down to the minute detail."

Wilson opened the door and invited another man in. Taller than the others gathered in the office, with an imposing body, and the darkest expression Jordan had ever seen in a man's face, Jude Black inspired fear. He had serious doubts that man knew the words compassion or mercy.

"Jude, I'm glad you are here." Marcus greeted the man, stretching his hand. "This is my best friend, Jordan Martinez, from the Caracas branch of the Cartel. Jordan, this is Jude Black, the man I told you about."

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Black." Jordan stretched to shake the man's hand, unable to help the feeling of restlessness the man seemed to conjure in those around him.

"Call me Jude." Even being polite his tone was extremely cold, and not even a hint of a smile lit up his face.

"Can I get you something to drink before we start, Jude?" Marcus offered.

"Juice would be nice if you have."

"What about you guys?" Marcus turned to look at Jordan and Wilson.

"The same for me." Jordan answered and Wilson did the same.

Then, Marcus and Jordan proceeded to fill Jude in on the situation, not hiding any details. "And that's all we know." Jordan added.

"Is there a way to find out exactly where the sale will be taking place?" Jude asked, taking notes.

"We have men working on that. We should get the meeting place as soon as possible. I want to get to Honduras tomorrow and wait there for them to arrive." Jordan answered.

"Very well. I don’t work with locals. I always use my own man in order to avoid surprises or bought loyalties." Jude stated.

"Yes, of course. You know that the money isn’t an issue."

"How many men do you think you'll need, Jude?" Marcus asked, starting to take notes. He would need to find a plane to get them all down to Honduras.

"Since we are counting on surprising them, I would say at least five other than me. I like to avoid unnecessary bloodbaths but it might come down to them or us, so I want to be prepared."

"Very well. Will you take Wilson with you, Jordan?"

"No, I want him to stay here, looking after Ashley." Jordan announced.

"Boss, you can't go there alone. Garcia isn’t here, I have to go with you. Besides, I'm sure Marcus is more than able to take care of her." Wilson protested.

"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, so no. You'll stay here. And not because I don’t trust you, Marcus." He made clear. "But Wilson knows Ashley and he will make sure nothing happens to her."

"Then I'll go with you. I don’t have anything important to do here." Marcus decided.

"That's really not necessary." Jordan replied, in a cold tone.

"I believe it is. You'll have me as a witness in front of the rest of the cartel if things don’t go as planned. Besides, this is my problem too, after all, I'm being ripped off as well." Marcus insisted. "And I'll take a couple of my men, just in case."

"Alright, then we have a 10 man group. I'll prepare the weapons we might need and you guys will take care of the plane to get us there, as well as the secure landing track." Jude concluded.

"Yes, of course. I'll let you know tonight the details of it."

"Perfect. Is there someone you would like me to take down no matter what happens?" Jude asked, in his creepy tone.

"If you can avoid killing someone it would be better, I prefer to take them back to Caracas and have them face the rest of the cartel," Jordan answered, not because he wanted to spare the Marquez lives, but because he knew it would be easier for everybody to take them back to Caracas alive.

"As you know, I can't promise you anything, but I'll do my best to control the situation." He got up. "I'll be waiting for your call for the last details. Let me know if you need something else, or you get more information. I prefer to avoid surprises."

"Of course, we will." Marcus walked the man to the door and Wilson turned to look at Jordan.

"I don’t think it's a good idea for you to go alone to Honduras, Boss. I'm more useful to you than as the woman's babysitter." He protested.

"I need to be focused while I'm there and I know I won't be if I'm not sure that she will be here when I come back." Jordan insisted.

"Maybe it's time for you to get rid of her, boss. La putica hasn’t been more than trouble since day one."

Jordan refrained his desire to smash Wilson's face, for referring to Ashley that way, but he was sure his man wouldn’t understand his attitude. "Maybe you're right, Wilson. But, I'll take care of that when we come back from Honduras."

The three men spent the rest of the day taking care of the last details of the trip south. At dinner time, Jordan asked Marcus to send food up to his room for two. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with Ashley before they left the next day.

"Sure. If you're having dinner up there, I'll go out to have some fun. I'll see you tomorrow morning before we leave for the landing track." Marcus accepted.

"Perfect. Wilson, you are free to join Marcus or have some fun on your own. I'll only need you tomorrow."

"Alright, boss. I'll join Marcus then."

Chapter 10

One more day closed behind those gray walls, with nothing to do, other than think or remember, things Ashley had no desire of doing. She couldn’t think of Jordan's threats of selling her off to a slaver, she refused to believe he would really do that to her, submit her to such torture and such pain. She just couldn’t.

She couldn’t linger in her past because those damn days spent with Hernandez in that godforsaken hole had overshadowed all other memories she had. The short moments she managed to fall asleep were haunted with images of the pain and humiliation she had been put through in his hands.

The moments where she wanted to run out screaming, were more and more frequent. So, she just lay down in bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind as still as possible: no thoughts, no memories, no feelings, just an empty shell and nothing more.

Jordan waited until both men left the house before going down to Ashley's cell to pick her up. He opened the door in silence and stood in the doorway for a few seconds watching her. As usual, she ignored his presence, but he knew she was aware he was there: her whole body was tense, over the bed where she was laying, her eyes locked on the ceiling.

"Get up, I want you to have dinner with me." He ordered, even knowing she wouldn’t obey him. And of course, she didn’t, she did not even blink. He smiled and shook his head. She was so predictable, or maybe he had grown to know her so well.

He took two strides to her side and leaning down he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the cell. She didn’t react, just stayed in his arms like a ragdoll and for a moment he felt the urge to poke her, to awake his Ashley back to live.

When he was passing through the living room, he had a glimpse of the pool outside and with a devious grin, he changed his course and headed there. Before she knew what was going on he was throwing her into the blue pool.

She let out a cry as she dove in the cool water. He took off his clothes and in less than a second he was diving in after her, capturing her on her way out of the water and dragging her with him.

Ashley tried to free herself from his grip, but he kept dragging her to a deeper part of the pool, where he could stand perfectly, but not her, forcing her to support herself on him.

Slowly he pulled her dress over her head, throwing it out of the pool, leaving them both completely naked. "You're an exhibitionist. Anyone can come out and see us." She ranted.

"We're alone, and even if we weren’t they would respect our privacy." He assured with a mischievous grin.

"Sure they would."

He claimed her lips with a kiss, silencing her more effectively, as his hands took hold of her buttocks, gripping hard. Burying his fingers in her skin, loving her moans, muffling them with his own lips, as his hard cock was imprisoned between them, squeezed against her soft belly.

One touch. That was all he needed, one touch and she melted in his arms, and she became a doll at his disposal, an eager participant in this game of raw passion.

He finally let her breathe and pulled her up, just enough to free his cock from between them before he shoved it deep inside her, stretching her to fit him, going as deep as he could, the guttural moan that came out of his mouth enticing her arousal to the highest levels. Helped by the water, he started to help her ride him, pulling her up and down on his cock until she was wrapped around his neck, her pants and moans filling the sunset air, mimicked by his growls and grunts.

Soon, they were prisoners of the overwhelming orgasm that shook them all the way to their sheer cores.

They stayed there like that, in each other's arms for a little while, as their hearts slowed down and their breathing became normal. Slowly, as if he regretted going back to reality, he walked out of the pool, with her still in his arms. Once out, he allowed her to stand on her own and handed her a towel he grabbed from a pile stored nearby, taking one for himself too. "Come, let's get a shower before dinner." He took her to his room, and soon they were exiting the shower after he had spent a few minutes washing her thoroughly, enjoying such routine action, forgetting for some time the obstacles that were creating huge canyons between them.

Marcus' servants served dinner on a small table in his room and they ate practically in silence as if none of them dared to break the shaky truce installed between them.

After dinner, they went to bed and for once, he didn’t cuff her to bed, he simply cuddled her against his body, his arms wrapped around her, his legs over hers.

Ashley slept like she hadn’t in quite some time, with no nightmares interrupting her rest, nor flashes of those fatidic days she had passed caught in the clutches if Hernandez, and all the humiliations he had put her through, disturbing her calm. She only felt peace, as if she was safe and sound in his arms.

But the sun brought reality back with a thunderous bang.

She was coming out of the bathroom after her shower, still drying her hair when he dropped the bomb. "I'll be out for a few days with Marcus. You'll stay here with Wilson until my return."

She froze, too astonished to even remember how to breathe, and only the sharp pain in her lungs forced her to get some air in. "Why? Where are you going?" She managed to ask.

"I'm going to Honduras to take care of the Marquez problem." He explained, without giving her details.

"Why can't you take me with you?"

"Because things can get rough and I want to be able to focus on what I'm doing."

"Agreed, but why do you have to leave Wilson behind? Garcia isn’t here, who will be there with you?" She kept asking, trying to mask the worry that had settled in her heart.

"I hired a professional to help me capture them, so I don’t need Wilson to be with me. I'll be calmer if I know he is here, taking care of you." He insisted.

"Wilson hates me. If you force him to stay behind, just to babysit me, he will hate me even more, and he will make my life a worse hell than it already is." She explained, trying to keep her tone calmed.

"Maybe you deserve that hell." He ranted, closing his expression and refusing to go on discussing something that was already decided.

"One day Jordan, you'll realize how wrong you were and I just hope I'm still around to rub it in your face." She replied, biting back the sobs building in her throat.

"Whatever you say. Now let's take you back to your cell. I still have a lot of things to do before I leave." He replied in a very cold tone.

"Chain me to the bed in my cell and take the keys with you, if it makes you feel safer, but please don’t leave Wilson here." She tried once more, as they walked through the hall to her cell.

"You won't convince me, so don’t waste your time or mine." He opened the door to her cell and pushed her inside. "Behave yourself, and I'll be back in two days, three tops."

She gave him her back and refused to acknowledge his departure, only moving when he closed the door, sitting down on her bed.

She would survive those days like she had survived all that life kept throwing at her. She was stronger than that, she had to be.

She spent the whole day alone in her cell. No one came to give her food or water, nor had she expected that. She knew Jordan's absence would only mean torture and mistreatments for her, so she wasn’t surprised, not even a little.

Jordan closed the door to Ashley's cell and with a sigh, he went up to finish arranging the details for their trip. Marcus and Wilson were already waiting for him.

Only seconds before he got into the SUV that would take him to the landing track, Jordan turned to Wilson. "Make sure she gets whatever she needs, and keep your hands off of her. I don’t want you to touch a single hair on her body." He warned his man.

"Yes, boss, don’t worry about her. She will be fine."

Jordan nodded and hopped in. Seconds later the cars left the house, and soon they were flying off to Honduras.

Once there they were greeted by the men they had contacted. "Things are going according to planning, Mr. Martinez. The Marquez will be arriving tomorrow to check the merchandise and sell it to the new cartel. The drugs arrived a few days ago like I told you, and they have been rendering it, but incredibly they are keeping some pure, in their original packs." Paul, their contact in Tegucigalpa, filled them in.

"Good, those packages are the ones marked. They need them to convince their buyers that the drugs are good." Jordan concluded.

"I've booked you a very discreet hotel on the outskirts of town, very close to the warehouse where they will meet the buyers." Paul continued.

"Perfect, Paul. Thank you for all your help."

"I'm at your service Mr. Martinez."

The man dropped them off at the hotel and after a quick register, they went up to the rooms to finalize their plans.

By nightfall, everything is ready. Jordan goes to his room and picks up the phone. He wants to talk to Ashley.

The day was coming to an end when the door finally opened up and Wilson came in with his cell phone to his ear. He was obviously talking with someone. "Yes, boss, here you can talk to her." He handed her the phone.

"Hello." Ashley greeted with a cold tone.

"Ashley, how are you?" he greeted her with an appeasing tone.

"How do you expect me to be, Jordan?" she replied with a frown. In front of her, Wilson's threatening expression warned her about mentioning anything about the fact he hadn’t fed her the whole day.

"I know. We need to talk as soon as I get back. Things can't go on like this and you know it." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Or you're just making sure I don’t have a moment of peace while you're away?" she spurted, furious.

"This was a mistake, obviously." He ended the call and she held back the desire to crush the phone against the wall. Instead, she simply handed it over to Wilson.

“Get up. You'll eat in the kitchen. I have no intention of bringing you food." He ordered, grabbing her by her arm.

She followed him, knowing that protesting would only end up bad for her. The food was already served and she ate in silence, not looking at anybody around her, and especially ignoring Wilson. She knew he was looking for an opportunity to hurt her and make her pay for whatever wrong she had ever done to him.

When she was done, he dragged her back to the cell, not even offering to allow her to bathe. She didn’t ask.

She spent the whole night sleeping for short periods and waking up to her nightmares. The worst part was she couldn’t fool herself, pretending it was just a dream because it had been too damn real. She could see him barging in the cell he was keeping her, in his hand's ropes and his terrible knife.

Startled she had sat up in bed, looking at him, trying to hide from him just how scared she was. "It's time for me to have some fun with you, puta, and make you pay for all the times you rejected me as if you were so much better than me." He ranted, slowly closing the distance between them. "This time, you won't be able to say no, puta, this time, I'm in charge."

"Jordan will kill you for this. Don’t you know that?" she tried to scare him, but when he came closer, she was able to smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, and she understood he was beyond any fear. The booze had given him the guts he wouldn’t normally have, and she knew she was lost. She thought about trying to escape, but the door was closed and she knew he would grab her before she could escape and then things would probably be worse.

He simply laughed. "Jordan Martinez will never find out what happened to you." He replied with scorn, as he rested the knife on her throat, pressing just a little, in a silence threat.

He grabbed her, pulling her up and taking her clothes off, his knife always in his hand. His threatening blade, shining as he pulled her top up and pushed her skirt down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear.He made her turn around and pulled her arms behind her back, in box position, tying them with the rope he had brought. Then he kept wrapping the rope around her, imprisoning her breasts, tight, causing her pain, and even through her groin, pressing hard against her pussy lips, never leaving the knife too far from his reach.

When he was finally done, he pushed her to her knees. "Now, you'll be a good puta, and you'll suck me, not even daring to use your sweet teeth on me, or my knife will have some fun drawing all over your body."

"No… let me go, you bastard. If you dare to put your disgusting cock anywhere near my mouth I'll bite it off." She yelled at him.

He slapped her face hard, making her fall to the floor, before he pulled her up, grabbing a fist of her hair, while the other hand held the knife, that he pressed in her chest, not enough to break the skin, but enough for her to feel pain. He leaned closer. "I love playing with a knife over a whore's body. They don’t usually survive, but then again, who the hell misses a damn whore?" he said with a cruel smile, as he ran the sharp tip of the knife through her bra's cleavage, scratching her skin slightly. "So don’t push me, puta, after all, I could explain to my boss how you tried to escape and I had to kill you. He would be mad, but there are many whores in the world."