“You mean?” He asked for clarification, completely unable to stop from thrusting up into me. I could see the tension in his eyes as he met my gaze – we were sharing the same wavelength, although we didn’t want to admit it to each other…
“Just do it, Hunter. I don’t care… I should be fine on my cycle. Just give it to me,” I pleaded back, feeling a strange desperation overcome me. “Fuck me until you come…”
He clasped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face down into his throat with his free hand tightly grasping my hip. His thrusting built up, harder and harder, until I could sense his chest catching and his groans mounting…
Another orgasm struck me, crippling my body with satisfaction as I felt his body go rigid beneath me.
Here it is, I lustfully thought to myself.
Thrusting as deep into my wet pussy as he could go, he let loose the entirety of his seed, pumping his hot, steamy gift up into my womb. My body shook against his with the pressure of my pleasure playing against the throbbing pulses of his cock. Once the last little rope of cum splattered against the inside of my wet, slickened folds, I collapsed onto the bed beside him.
“That’s… well, one hell of a homecoming,” he murmured between gulps of air.
I nodded with a laugh, catching my own breath. “I gave you what you wanted… Now I think it’s your turn to return the favor. I want to know where those girls are.”
“I guess we’re back to all-business, Detective?” he said, letting out a little sigh.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around his cock, letting it slide slowly up and down along its length and grinning as it hardened beneath the tips of my fingers.
“I don’t know about you, but I can multitask…” I replied, licking my lips.
“Juarez,” he whispered, as I shifted, bringing my lips down against his collarbone and planting a soft kiss.
“Go on,” I said, kissing just a bit lower, catching the edge of his muscular chest. Down I swept with little wet kisses following in my wake.
“The girls are probably in Juarez…”
Chapter 39
One quick, shared shower later, we were back in the kitchen and getting down to business once more. After all, despite wanting to see my old lover again… there was work to be done, and he was still holding cards that I needed to see.
Hunter elaborated on the truth of the matter while I sipped a cup of coffee in his dimly lit kitchen, wrapped up in his robe. Simply dressed in just his boxers, he leant against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.
A deep, contemplative look overcame his eyes. “We’ve been tracking their movements for some time,” Hunter explained. “They took some serious losses the last time one of their operations crossed our path. I don’t think they expected a well-armed club to come after them…”
“Your club went after them, alone?”
“We didn’t have the time to mobilize any allies,” he recalled sadly. “But we lucked out. Their operation was small. They had siphoned out a few other girls in the area, but we didn’t know about them until the attack. They weren’t prepared for a well armed motorcycle club to come knocking…”
“They didn’t see it coming.” I realized. “Did you rescue the other girls?”
“We found one of them,” he replied bitterly, turning his head. I could see the pain in his face as the clouds shifted, casting moonlight through the window. It seemed to only highlight his sense of failure. “But the other two were already gone. They were prepping the others – my sister included – for international travel.”
I wanted to cross the distance between us and soothe him with my cupped palm along his cheek, but he was such a tightly coiled ball of frustration that I feared his reaction.
“The cartel switched gears in the years after that. Maybe they thought it wasn’t worth the trouble if those operations could call down a surprise assault from beyond the border.”
“What did they do then?”
“Víboras Verde dabbled in other trades,” Hunter answered coolly. “But the other markets – drugs, murders, corruption, your other real moneymakers – they were already cornered by bigger, badder fish.”
“I’m guessing the other cartels?”
Hunter’s chuckle answered the question. “For a detective, you don’t seem to know very much about this. Your focus is domestic, I guess?”
I nodded, but my irritation was palatable.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Hunter corrected himself, seeing my annoyance. “Quick history lesson on the Mexican cartels: it’s a nest of fucking hydra down there. Even if – and that’s a very tentative if – you manage to sever the head of one, another pops up.”
“Are you talking about destroying a cartel, or toppling a leader?”
“Doesn’t matter. Kill a kingpin, and you cause a chaotic power vacuum. Sometimes, someone worse rises to take the mantle. If you knock out an entire organization, then congratulations – you just expanded operations for the others.”
“So how do you plan on getting rid of them?”
“I don’t,” Hunter admitted. “That’s a fight that’s not mine. It’s never gonna be mine. Víboras Verde is one of the smaller groups causing a ruckus, and they’re probably the largest force I’m willing to antagonize. I’ve got to pick my battles. If I lead my men into battle against the big cartels, my entire club would be snuffed out in a heartbeat… And that would just be the start… The cartels don’t fuck around. They would make sure we’re broken in every sense of the word. They go after your friends and your family, and then, they come for you.”
I shook my head in surprise. “You’re willing to risk that kind of thing for these girls? Do your men even know what they’re going up against?”
Hunter’s eyes darkened as he stared me down. “My men know exactly what they’re going up against…”
“And the ones that joined since then? They’ve heard stories so dark and twisted that it keeps them up at night.”
I didn’t understand.
“Why?” I asked. “Why would they risk it?”
Hunter’s gaze added a chilling layer to the sardonic grin that crossed his face. “Most of them know some poor girl that went missing down here. They join up because what the cartels do to those girls… what Víboras Verde alone does to them… I’m talking about pure concentrated fucking evil.”
My fingers absentmindedly slid along my forearm, and I realized that my skin was prickly with goosebumps.
“This is personal for me. It’s personal for all of us,” he continued darkly. “These people came for my sister, Sarah. They almost dragged her into a horrific life of heroin addiction, endlessly humiliating rape, and disgusting malnourishment. They took away her humanity.”
I, more than anyone, knew how affected he had been when she turned up missing. He had dropped everything to find her… He went straight to the toughest people he could find and pled his case…
And now, he led those men.
Hunter wa
s going to lead them into battle against his old enemies once more, determined to stop them at every turn.
“What makes you so sure that it’s the same people?” I asked. When he stiffened up, I quickly added: “I’m just playing Devil’s advocate. You yourself said that there’s a ton of cartel activity beneath the border… why are you so convinced that it’s the same people who came for your family?”
Hunter exhaled sharply.
“We’ve got eyes on these guys,” he replied. “There’s something of an unspoken coalition that’s formed out here. Rival biker clubs, outlaws, even some gangs… there are some standing truces and understandings among us.
“Several unconnected sources – sources that I can trust – have been saying the same thing: Víboras Verde is back.”
“And you can trust them?”
“Absolutely.”
“But if they’re rivals of yours, or looking to muscle in on your territory…”
Hunter shook his head. “That’s not really the case anymore. Out here in the desert, it’s good to have people on your side of the law, perched in your corner and watching your back.”
I tilted my head curiously. This sounded interesting. “Hunter…”
"Call it whatever you want: honor among thieves, professional courtesy, or simple favor currying. But we all have an understanding…”
“An understanding?” I parroted curiously.
“That’s right. We have a closed ecosystem here… something of an equilibrium. We call ourselves the Outlaws Brigade… or just the Outlaws for short. When someone or something appears in our desert that is truly horrifying enough… we set aside our differences and take care of business.”
It was such a difficult concept to wrap my head around. I knew a little about the Devil’s Dragons when Hunter joined them – they were the local menace, as my father would put it.
Drug trafficking, shootouts, vandalism…
Hunter had been just the latest recruit, paying off his debt to the club for their service. But what kind of effect had he had on them? He’d ascended to take the helm of club president…