“Don’t you worry about that. I can take you for a long ride.”
The brunette presses her tits together practically under my nose. I’m certain I smell sugar on them. It’s a serious temptation to lick her since she’s offering. My dick’s egging me on. But I stopped listening to my smaller head a long time ago.
“Shake ’em for me just like you shook that fine ass of yours.”
I sound nearly as bad as the guy to my left. The woman grins and obliges, so maybe I don’t sound as cheesy to her as I do to myself. Or she’s so used to dumbasses acting like this that all she sees are dollar signs for the tip. I glance around the room at the other men. One’s getting a lap dance, and the others are watching two women dance around each other. They’re not touching, but they look like they’re ready to fuck each other. I can definitely be down for that type of porn. I’ve seen women fuck plenty of times at my club, but it does nothing for me here. Only the brunette has my cock begging to come out.
“You like ’em?”
“You already know I do.”
I glance over at Julián, and he cocks an eyebrow. I know he’s wondering if I’ll take the woman up on her offer for more than just the dance. As much as one part of me begs, the other part refuses to indulge. It would be a loss of self-control, and that I can’t allow. It’s a great way to lower your inhibitions and get distracted from the mission.
“How about you, Mr. Bachelor? Wanna take me for a ride?”
Sure, tonight is about Julián having a good time—not that he looks like he is. However, it’s also an opportunity for me to hear anything thesecabróns—assholes—might share, thinking I don’t understand what they’re talking about. I’m here tonight to do the same job Julián does every day.
“I think you’ll enjoy my friend far more.” Julián tilts his head toward me.
He worked his way up in the Rizzo organization. He may only be mid-level, but he’s earned his way to being a bodyguard for Don Edoardo Rizzo’s son. It means he hears things, but he’s also invisible. We created an entire phony persona for him. When the Rizzos inevitably did a background check for him, he came up as an unaffiliated guy.
“I’m definitely enjoying the show. You should have a bachelor party more often.”
I waggle my eyebrows at the dancer even though I’m speaking to Julián, and it keeps her distracted as I sink back into my thoughts. We staged a minor attack on Edoardo’s son and made sure Julián was in the right place at the right time to defend the guy. It earned Edoardo’s gratitude and opened the door for Julián to get a low-level job as a courier. It didn’t take long for him to keep earning Edoardo’s trust to where he became a bodyguard.
All of this subterfuge means he knows how to ensure he’s not being tracked. I’m certain there’s nothing on his phone that could lead somebody here, but I’m suspicious about the yacht. Part of the reason Julián dropped hints to the other guys about coming out here for the bachelor party was that it would make it harder for someone to corner him. These guys are all still low-level. A few are almost equal to Julián. That’s why we didn’t worry they’d recognize me as Alejandro Diaz, nephew to thejefe de jefes—the boss of bosses, Enrique Diaz—the most powerful man in all of Latin America.
Hell, pretty much the most powerful man in the Western or Southern Hemisphere.
Fuck any president with nuclear codes. Mytíocould detonate a nation’s economy with one text message.
“What else you got,Mamí?”
The brunette brings my mind back to the present when she tugs the strings to her flossy bikini top. She reveals glitter and bedazzled pasties that look like they belong on a Vegas showgirl. The woman gyrating above my dick rolls her belly and hips, and the tiny piece of floss she’s wearing as a G-string leaves nothing to the imagination.
Along with her perfume, I catch the faint scent of her arousal. God, what I wouldn’t give to run my fingers between her pussy lips and discover how wet she is. I can see a gleam on her thighs that I don’t think is Vaseline or anything else like that. I think I might affect her just as much as her lap dance affects my dick. I planned to cut this short before it goes too far, but now I definitely need to.
“Oh, shit!”
I suddenly puff out my cheeks and look away. The boat just hit a wave, and it’s perfect timing. I shake my head and press on her shoulder, telling her to back away. I stand and pivot, bolting toward the stairs leading below deck. I hear Julián’s voice right behind me.
“I better check on him.”
Since I’m perfectly fine, I’m not headed to a bathroom. When my friend meets me at the bottom of the ladder well, we survey the area below deck. I keep my voice low as we strategize.
“There are three guest cabins, two for the crew, and one for the captain. I’ll take the captain and crew. You take the guest ones.”
This is an entry-level superyacht. It’s not as large as an ocean-going one, but it’s certainly large. Both of us carry a small device much like a flip phone in our pockets. We unfold them and turn them on. Julián grins, and I can only imagine what he’ll say.
“I remind myself of those guys with metal detectors at the beach. I just need an umbrella hat and white crew socks with sandals.”
Except we’re scanning for radio frequencies or anything giving off Wi-Fi.
“You can look for quarters in the couches. I want to know if someone bugged this boat or if there’re any trackers on here.”
“Spoilsport.” He shoots me that same conspiratorial grin we’ve shared for nearly thirty years.
Since we’re not staying here overnight, there’s very little to check in any of the cabins. But we couldn’t ignore them. You know what happens when you assume—you make an ass out of you and me.
