“Luckily for you, you are.” He takes me in his mouth.
I tilt my head back and succumb to pleasure. With everything around me so bleak, I try not to judge myself for whoring my body for painkillers. My survival is more important to me than my morals.
Elijah moans as he sucks, playing with my balls with one hand while feeling my pecs with the other. I’m not required to do anything other than to keep hard and ejaculate, but I find myself stroking his hair, my thumbs brushing over his temples. Despite everything, I’m grateful. He could have chosen to do a lot more than suck me off.
He raises his head, his lips glossy. “I want to hear you.”
I nod and wait for him to slide me back into his mouth before I let out a deep moan I don’t need to fake. He sucks me harder, and I rock my hips back and forth, careful not to act like I’m dictating the rhythm. He manages to take me deep enough for his nose to brush against my pubes, but he hurries to pull back and take a breath. “Damn, you’re big.”
“Sorry.”
“Shut up.”
He uses his spit to jerk me off and raises his other hand to touch my lips, sliding his thumb into my mouth for me to suck on.
I’m getting close, but I hold it back to not disappoint him. He leans down to suck me again, swirling his tongue over my slit and making me gasp. I’m dancing on the sweet verge of climax, holding on for as long as I can, but it’s a losing battle. I’m about to let go and shoot in Elijah’s mouth when a damn knock on the door makes him raise his head.
“What is it?” he calls.
“A message for you, sir. It’s from the governor’s office.”
My stomach clenches. Elijah rises to his feet and goes to open the door. He takes the message before the guard can see me spread naked on the couch, though I doubt Elijah gives a damn. He reads the note and sighs. “I’m afraid you’ll need to have blue balls for a while.”
“Hector?”
“Who else? Get dressed.”
*
A car is waiting in front of the main gate. I climb inside, sitting next to one of Hector’s guards. The world seems peaceful from inside the warm car, yet I’m anything but peaceful thinking of seeing him again. Last time we met, he drugged me and tattooed my body for hours. I worry about what he might do next, yet no part of me is under the illusion I’ll be able to stop him.
We park in front of Hector’s building. Elijah told me that the lower floors are meant for government work—whatever that means in a place like this—and the upper floors are for residence, though Hector is the only one living in the highest section. We step into the building, and I’m surprised to see the guards sending the elevator to one of the underground floors. We step into a wide and dim parking lot, with only a few parked cars and a couple of buggies around. I follow the guards until I see Hector. He’s standing next to three kneeling men. When I get closer, I recognize Jay and the other two Raiders who were with me in the buggy on the way to Denver.
Hector flashes me a smile. “Surprise!”
I take in the pitiful sight of the three bound Raiders. They’re gagged and terrified, watching me as though I’m the last person they expected to see.
“Don’t ever say I’m not a man of my word.” Hector stands next to me. “How do you want to do it?”
I can’t find my voice. I imagined getting even with these bastards from the second they killed Trey and kidnapped me and Josh, but not like this. This feels wrong, even though there’s poetic justice in Jay dying the same way Trey did.
“Caden… are you abusing my generosity?”
The warning in his voice isn’t subtle. I shake my head. “Sorry, but it doesn’t feel right doing it like this.”
“Oh. Well, I thought it made sense considering how they executed your friend. I guess it’s up to you to let them go like nothing happened.”
The thought of losing my chance to avenge Trey is unacceptable. I won’t ever forgive myself if I do that after giving him my word. I hold out my hand for someone to give me a gun, and when Hector nods his approval, one of the guards hands me his.
The whimpers of the three bound men are pathetic. Trey didn’t whimper. He was more of a man than they could ever be. Jay tries to say something through his gag, but I don’t care to listen, so I shoot him first. I grant him a bit of mercy by making it a clean kill. Two more shots take out the other two.
Still holding the gun, I’m tempted to use it to shoot Hector, but I’ll likely be gunned down a second later. I return the gun to the guard, then follow Hector into the elevator.
“You’re welcome,” he says as we climb to the top floor.
“You were the one who sent them after me, so don’t expect a thank you.”
“Fair point. Are you satisfied now?”
