Fatal Fugue (The Deadlier Sex Book 1) (9 page)

Chapter Sixteen

Alejandro led Hayley through his beautiful home, giving her the grand tour and history behind all the authentic decor. It was nostalgic, like a Mexican adobe villa. The plaster walls and variety of old country items warmed the interior and made it feel homey. Though it contained sleek and modern amenities, the house still held the air of a Mexican ranch. It was furnished with high-end couches, chairs and appliances, but the tile that covered the long counters and islands was traditional with its bright colors and imperfect surfaces. It was a remarkable blend of the old and the new and was kept immaculately clean considering the dusty outdoors.

As they passed a large bay window, Hayley saw what looked like another, longer house off to the side and behind them. She wanted to question him about it, but she still hadn’t figured out if his welcome was genuine or if she should be terrified.

Just keep on your toes.

Alejandro pushed open a large door made of huge wood slats and bolted together with iron straps. It looked like it belonged in a castle.

“Is this your room?”

Alejandro hesitated then waved her in. “This is the guest room, for our most honored guests.” As soon as she entered, the door closed behind her. Alejandro backed against it.

“There is no way out of this room,
senorita
.”

A nervous flutter began in her stomach. “Should I be worried about escaping?”

“Take your clothes off, now.” Alejandro’s eyes were hard, his words cold as steel. It lacked the furious desire she expected from someone making such demands.

“Hell no! I’m not here as a booty call for you, Alejandro.” She tried to sound tough, but then Alejandro pulled a large pistol from behind his back.

“Take them off, now. This will be your last warning.”

Hayley trembled then finally decided she just didn’t have the energy to fight him. If he was going to rape her, kill her, whatever, then so be it. After the shootout earlier, she was just… done. So she stripped. She didn’t do it slowly or sexily. She whipped her clothes off, tossing them into a pile. They were shredded and dirty from the previous struggle anyway and weren’t even hers. She didn’t bother to straighten her back or tighten her belly, those things she normally did automatically when in a romantic situation. Fuck him though.

“Turn around in a circle.”

Hayley put her hands on her hips. “Really?”

A flick of the pistol, though, and she complied, twirling slowly in front of him. Then, as a bonus, she raised one leg and hopped in place, then the other, mocking him with her compliance.

Alejandro looked satisfied. Hayley didn’t know why, but he did. He replaced his pistol and took a step toward her then lifted her chin so that he could look into her eyes.

“Sit down, Madame.”

Hayley sat back on the bed, her eyes never leaving his. The defiance and venom that brimmed to their surface might have easily been mistaken for tears by a man not as smart as Alejandro. But he was not that kind of man.

“What do you want?”

“I would rather not use the gun, Madame, so do not lie to me.”

“I, uh… okay.”

“You are not wearing a wire, and I just received a text that your sidekick out there has no transmitting equipment on him either.”

“Of course not. We’re not cops or something.”

“Then tell me, Madame, what in the fucking hell are you doing here?” His voice had risen a notch. “Riding to my home.
My home!
In the middle of the damn night! Making all of my people come out on high alert to protect the house. Babbling about secrets that no one should be hearing out loud, secrets you know better than anyone, not me! There are bullet holes in that motorcycle, and there are most certainly people looking for you. You’re a mess. My kids are right down the goddamn hall,
puta
. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I—I—kids?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me the truth, and be careful, because these words may be your last.” He sat in a chair in the corner and held the gun up to remind her of its presence.

Hayley took several deep breaths, centering herself. The truth was all she had. “Alejandro, something happened to me, something traumatic, and I have lost my memory.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit. I woke up two days ago, and I had killed a man in Texas. I have no memory of anything. This guy Jay found me, said we were close. I’m in danger. A bunch of guys with big guns came and tried to kill us tonight, and we barely escaped. And I just don’t know what to fucking do! I swear I don’t even remember you. Jay said you might be able to help me get to a safe house that I told you about a long time ago. I don’t remember anything though, so I don’t know. Can you help me?”

Alejandro’s face softened a little. “This is pretty unbelievable, wouldn’t you say?”

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess I would. But it’s all I have right now. Jay knew I had a friend named Alejandro and that you helped me before. That’s why he brought me here. I’m so sorry. I did not mean to cause your family trouble. I really am sorry.”

Alejandro nodded. “You must have been close to that
gringo
to tell him about me, Hayley,” he said, startling her by using her first name. “You’re in a lot of trouble in Vegas. It’s been all over the circuits. You are a prized possession, dead or alive.”

She swallowed hard.

“Can you tell me anything about it?”

“I will tell you what I know, and that isn’t much.” Alejandro sat next to her on the bed. She felt oddly at ease next to him, even though she was naked. He felt… comfortable.

“You are a slave trader, Hayley. You sell sex and women to bad men all over this country, and in truth, the world. The rumor is that you took payment for a big delivery then never produced the girls. This got some dangerous men very angry. Saudis, I believe, though I can’t be certain. So they came here to confront you about this problem because you have their money, you see. No goods, no money, no girls. That’s a dangerous game to play.”

Hayley nodded. “So this is all because someone didn’t get their women they wanted to enslave and rape?”

A crinkle formed in Alejandro’s eyes, and he smiled. “
Señora
, you really don’t remember who you are at all. These women, they are not people to your clients, they are products. The products must be clean, healthy and ready to perform. You house a lot of women, ready for sex, ready for sale. If the order was big enough, you might be talking about millions of dollars you owe these Saudis.”

“Do I have that kind of money?”

“I’m sure you do. The Saudis are just the tip of the iceberg though.”

She groaned.

“Indeed. You have a lot of competition. A lot of very unsavory, cruel people who have been waiting a long time for you to slip so they can take control of the lion’s share of the sex business. I’m willing to bet that your Saudi clients and your competition are in collusion now. In short, you are fucked, right and good.”

“Will you help us?”

“I will help you, Hayley. Shower and sleep, and tomorrow morning I will send you on your way to safety with a vehicle and guns. You will go into hiding, in your so-called secret safe house you made me promise to never tell anyone about, and you will confront your demons. There are clothes, guns and all you need here to disappear, as you requested I keep ready at all times. You will tell no one where you have been or who you have seen. Do you understand me?”

Hayley nodded somberly. “Thank you, Alejandro.”

His mouth was a hard line. “Hayley, I would be careful about trusting that man you are with. I know his face. He is a killer for hire. He is dangerous and wasn’t always on your side, like he claims.”

“Aren’t you dangerous too?”

He let out a brief chuckle. “I am, but a family man now,
chica
. I live on my ranch, run a business, and take care of my children.”

“What about their mother?” The question burned on her lips, but she felt she had to ask.

He gave her a long look that was strange, unnerving almost, full of an intensity she could feel in the depths of her soul. He shook his head a little. “Their mother isn’t involved in their lives. It’s what she wanted.”

With that, Alejandro left. Hayley watched him go then staggered, naked and exhausted, to an enormous shower. The filth of the day swirled down the drain mixed with blood from Jay’s wound and minor scrapes and cuts she’d received while on the run. The soap stung every bit of her skin, matching the stab of realization that her life was anything but honorable. She was the monster, not Jay, not Alejandro or those crazy gunmen trying to off her the moment she slipped up. She was the beast she feared the most, and it was no wonder she had run so far to forget who she was.

But the steamy water only did so much. She scrubbed her body raw like it was the only way to slough off the past, with the stinging stroke of the sponge. Her body ached in all the wrong places, and she hadn’t even gotten another good fuck to relish as she nodded off the way she would’ve liked. Finishing up in the shower, she wrapped a large body towel around her bruised body. Wiping the mirror to contemplate her reflection, she didn’t see an innocent woman trying to run away from blood, death and darkness. No, there was someone else peering back at her, amused and waiting to resurface from her temporary slumber with a crazed cackle.

I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. They all will pay for what they’ve done. I swear it.

Hayley gasped, backing away and almost slipping on the wet tile floor. Glancing back at the mirror, all she found was her scared, wild eyes reflecting back this time. The murderous woman was gone, and there was no one else in the bathroom with her.

I’m losing my damn mind!

Who am I kidding? I’ve already lost it.

Sliding into the large, comfortable yet unfamiliar bed, she wept into her wet tresses. The soft comforter warmed her body, but there was nothing and no one else there to ignite the cold within. Wiping the tears onto the pillow, she then reached over to turn off the one lamp illuminating the old Mexican decor. In the unquestioning darkness, she squeezed her eyes shut until sleep overtook her. She was tired. Tired of the violence, tired of herself.

The funny part was that after meeting Alejandro—whose naked body now occupied her dreams in an oddly familiar way, filling her with sweet loving—she never even wondered what was happening to Jay.

Chapter Seventeen

“Whoa, tell me that’s not for me.” Jay held up a hand when the beautiful Latina doctor named Jasmine held out a curved needle and thread. Sure he had a gash on the side of his eyebrow now from being manhandled and his cheek continued to throb and ooze with blood, but there was no way he needed stitches. She had already washed off the copious amount of clotted blood that had dripped down his brow and face. That had been torturous enough, and fresh blood was already seeping from the wounds.

Okay, so maybe he did need stitches. Still, the needle looked like it was made for a horse’s hide.

“Just don’t move or you’ll lose an eye,
güero,
” she snapped in a heavy accent. He nodded, afraid of her threat coming true. He was a badass and could chop up a body for disposal, but needles were not a strong point for him. It turned him into a wuss he didn’t care to be.

And tattoo needles didn’t count.

“Okay.”

“This might sting a bit. Whatever you do, hold still.”

He held his breath, focusing on the doctor’s pretty face as the needle entered his skin. She had shot him up with lidocaine at the site, and that had been hell to bear too, even though it had numbed the area well. The tugging and the constant clicking of the hemostat opening and closing along with the flash of the curved needle had his empty stomach in a flurry. He tried to think of something else while she worked.

“So how do you know this Alejandro?” he asked. When moments passed and Jasmine didn’t answer, he figured she had to concentrate to work or didn’t want to answer.

She stepped back, eyeing the wound to make sure the ends met. Then she broke the silence abruptly before starting on the gash on his cheek.

“He helped me save my sister when she was kidnapped and brought to the states. I was a nurse back in Juarez, the murder capital of Mexico, and I helped a lot of criminals with gunshots, stabbings and other kinds of injuries for extra money. You take whatever you can get down there. My skills were in demand, and he helped me find her. In return, I work as a medic for him.”

“I bet. That all you do for him?” He sniffed, and she glared at him, giving a hard tug at one last stitch. It stung and made his eyes water. “Ouch!”

“I told you not to move. Now I have to redo the last stitch.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You can never be sorry. Just do as you’re told.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Jay smiled at her, amused. Her feistiness attracted him, and the slight blush on her tanned cheeks let him know she didn’t really care if he was moving or not and was enjoying the view too.

He cleared his throat. “So, Jasmine. You stay here because you owe him a debt?”

The final click of the scissors she now held up told him she was done. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. Pleased, she replaced the tools back on the surgical tray sitting next to her and she grabbed a small packet, ripped it open and squeezed out an ointment before smearing it on his brow and cheek.

“There. Done. I put antibiotic ointment on it so don’t touch it. In fact, I’ll put a bandage on it until you shower to keep it clean.” She slapped on two large bandages, still acting like she hadn’t heard him. She ripped off her gloves and was about to toss them away when he reached out and caught her wrist. The female guard, who’d been watching the entire thing off to one side, stepped forward. Jasmine waved her off.

“It’s okay. I’m all right Carmen.” So that was the fine guard’s name with the luscious ass. Jay had to remember that for later. Jasmine lifted an eyebrow and motioned to her wrist. “Let go.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She sighed, tightening her lips. “I don’t owe anyone anything, anymore. I stay here out of choice. I live a good life here, and he pays me handsomely. Now, if you would kindly let me go, I’ll show you to your room.”

He let go and winked at the guard, who narrowed her eyes at him. “Sounds good. I’m beat.”

Jasmine led him out of the room, followed by Carmen. He hoped they would be joining him in the shower when they got to the room. His cock was already throbbing at the thought. Two fine Latina women to satisfy his every whim. Now that was customer service!

“Here you go.” Jasmine showed him to a large room at the end of a hallway and out of sight from the other parts of the house. Jay walked in and examined the digs. A king-size bed with fluffy down pillows and comforter beckoned him to lie down and doze off. Lord knew he could. But first, a nice hot shower or soak in the tub would set his sore muscles right again.

“Wow, nice place you guys got here. I have to admit, I didn't think Alejandro would be so forthcoming. I mean, this place is like a fortress. I honestly thought….” He turned around and held his arms up. Jasmine shut the door and held a gun pointed at his chest. Carmen was in the same position, with her machine gun ready and loaded.

Shit.

“Take your clothes off,” Jasmine demanded, motioning for him to hurry. “Don’t try anything funny. It just takes one bullet.”

“Whoa, now. No need for that.” Jay began slipping his clothes off until he stood stark naked before the two fierce women. “What’s this about?”

“Lie on the bed,” the doctor's voice demanded from behind, but he didn’t move until the iron cold tip of Carmen’s gun jabbed him in the rib.

“All right, I’m going.” He walked slowly to the bed and laid down. The moment he laid back on the pillows, the women put their guns down, reached out and tied his wrists to the headboard.

“What the…?” It would be a turn-on if they weren’t armed. Nonetheless, they did the same thing to his ankles before he could protest further. He flicked his eyes between the women, widening them when he found them both stripping down to their bare skins and giving him a pair of wicked smiles.

Carmen reached over and slipped the bolt lock into place, checking the door and turning back to Jasmine, who closed the distance between them and kissed the guard hard on her mouth while giving Carmen’s breasts and nipples a squeeze. His cock rose in response, heating up as his excitement increased. These ladies were lovers, and they were giving him a torturous show. So not fair.

Then Carmen pulled away from Jasmine, headed to one side of the bed and pulled out a blindfold from the bedside table.

“Relax,
gringo
,” Jasmine’s voice whispered into his ear menacingly. “It will only hurt a little bit. Remember to breathe.”

The world darkened as she tied the cloth around his head. It was snug enough he couldn’t see anything with it on. The darkness of the room and their silence ticked off his alarms.

“What do you mean by ‘a little bit’?” The panic in his voice was unmistakable. He had to keep his cool, because if he didn’t, there would be no mercy.

A second later, a ball gag was shoved into his mouth and secured. He gagged and tried to tongue it out to no avail. Then he felt it, a small metallic object sliding across his chest. Its frigid wake sent terror across his mind as he realized it was a slender knife. Maybe a scalpel? Then one of them took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard and wetting his manhood to keep it nice and firm, jerking him off at the same time.

Holy shit. They were going to rape, or maim, or kill him. He wasn’t sure which one it would be, and the sheer thrill and horror of it all was downright hot in a sick and twisted way. He hoped it wouldn’t be either of the latter two as the women continued to have their way with him.

He felt the frigid metal knife once more drag across his stomach and did his damnedest to keep his breathing under control.

Oh, god, put the damn knife away….

He couldn't see them, but he could feel them, and damn, could he feel them. Jay felt every sensation heightened as the two deadly, sexy women played their game. The light was still on in the room, but he could see nothing through his blindfold, which was a supple, soft leather. He was scared, naked and hard as a rock.

The two women giggled at a spattering of words they spoke in Spanish. God, they sounded sexy as hell. Jay felt a hot, wet mouth descend on his cock again, slowly moving up and down. Then a warm vibration rang through him, and he realized the woman was humming with him still in her mouth. His hips started to rhythmically follow her movement, increasing the delicious pleasure rolling through him. He was breathing hard when the ball gag was roughly ripped off his face.

He gasped.

“What—” he started to say, then he was slapped in the face. Hard. Hard as shit, actually.

“Don’t speak,” came Carmen's low, sultry, voice. He felt her moving around by his head and suddenly he could smell the sweetness of her sex right above him.
She must be straddling my face,
he thought, and his own sex throbbed at the thought.

“You listen carefully,
gringo.
You’re going to go down. You’re going to do it good. And if you do it good enough, you might live to see the morning.”

The woman sucking his cock stopped for a moment, with him deep inside her. The pleasure was painfully intense.

“But if you don’t do good,
gringo
….”

He heard and felt her shift over him and felt the cold steel of the knife cuddle up under his neck.
Jesus,
he thought,
she’s pushing too hard!
Jay couldn’t see it, but a line of blood had formed under the blade.

“If you don’t do good, I will cut your pink throat.”

Holy fuck.
The woman between his legs gave a giggle and snaked a hand under him and pinched his butt. His hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting him deeper into her mouth. She moaned around him, and he could picture his cock filling that sexy Latina mouth, filling every bit of it. He wanted to fuck that mouth hard. He wanted to come in that mouth.

Reading his mind, Carmen’s deadly voice drifted down to him.

“Maybe,
gringo
, if you are good.” Carmen chuckled at herself and lowered down onto Jay’s mouth. He opened it wide, inviting her sex in. His lips closed around her vagina, and he sucked gently and slid his tongue into her. She was wet and sweet. God, she tasted like fucking candy, and soon he was ramming his tongue as far into her as he could, desperate for more of her sweetness. She rocked on top of his face, grinding against him. Every few seconds he retracted his tongue and pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking the tiny organ up and flicking his tongue over it, softly at first, then harder.

She responded by grinding straight down onto him. With her clit still in his mouth and his tongue flicking up and down faster and faster, he started to moan, letting the sound waves vibrate her clit even more, like a sonic dildo. That did it. She cried out in Spanish something he didn't understand then jerked against him, hard. He felt a flush of heat and liquid in his mouth and down his cheeks.

The whole time she bucked and fucked on him, the knife never left his the throat. He was panting, just like Carmen. She uttered several more very pleased moans in Spanish then rolled off him. She climbed on him facing the other way and stuck her fingers in his mouth, pulling it open and holding his jaw. Then she kissed his open mouth. Her mouth was very wet, and her tongue danced all over him. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. She kissed and licked him with a fervor that was anything but civilized. Her tongue was in his mouth, and he sucked on it, lapping up the sweet saliva. She bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, he suspected.

“Ah,” he cried out, but it was more from pleasure than pain. Never had pain and fear been so damn sexy. The hot mouth that was on his cock lifted away from him, and his body strained upward, seeking it again. Jasmine, the ferociously hot doctor, spoke to Carmen in Spanish. “
Buena lengua
!”

“Yes, he was a good boy.”

Jasmine’s reply was to take his cock into her mouth once more, deeper than should have been possible. He throbbed inside her, bulging and spasming with excitement. She sucked as she moved, slowly torturing him. One of her hands was doing things down there he would never speak of again, but it was more erotic than he could have imagined. The other was under her mouth, and now she pumped her hand up and down along his shaft, her sopping wet mouth sucking the head of his dick.

He didn't last long.

After only ten seconds of this masterful fellatio, Jay cried out, “I fucking love Latin women!” Then he exploded, and the climax that blasted through his body was the most intense he’d ever felt. Arousal and frustration—and in truth, terror—had pushed him to the ultimate orgasm. Jasmine's mouth took him completely in as he came, and he felt her sucking on the hard flesh, draining every last bit from him.

“Holy shit,” he gasped. Then Carmen ripped the blindfold from his head. He shied away from the bright light but not the sight of her hot body. Then she straddled his chest, with her rear facing Jasmine.

“I need another, lover,” Carmen said to Jasmine.

Jay angled his head to see Jasmine climbing on top of him, kneeling behind Carmen with her legs parted. Then he heard the rip of Velcro and saw Jasmine attaching a leather harness with a large black dildo hooked to it. She grinned as he saw Jay watching.