Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1) (10 page)

"Oh, that's perfect, I was just trying to figure out what to do."

Maria followed her to the dresser, showing her a small box, with her things. "I believe I'll flatten your hair and then make you a loose braid, like is being done these days." Maria said, looking at her mane.

"Whatever you think is best." Ashley said with a smile, leaving it all in the other woman's hands.

An hour later, she couldn’t believe the reflection on the mirror was really her. Maria was a real fairy. She put on her dress and shoes, grabbed her purse and she was ready. She was leaving the room when Jordan came in to change clothes.

"Wow… you look amazing." He said when he saw her. "I won't be long, I promise."

She smiled pleased. "I'll wait for you downstairs."

She went to the living room and walked to the window to look at the sun setting down in the horizon.

"Where's the boss?" Wilson's voice startled her. He was standing in the hall.

"He's changing clothes, we're going out for dinner." She informed him briefly.

"Enjoying the good life, are you?" he said with scorn.

"If you say so." She replied, turning her back to him.

He closed the distance between them and forced her to face him. "Don’t think for a second this will last. He always gets tired of his women pretty fast, and when he gets tired of you, he'll ask ME to take care of you. And believe me I'll enjoy every minute of it."

"Let go of me." She said through gritted teeth, trying to free herself, feeling iron fists grasping her waist.

"Just remember that, puta." He said before letting her go and walking out of the room.

She stayed there shivering a bit. Of course there was nothing new in his words, but hearing it out loud wasn’t easy, at all.

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and she put a smile on her face. She had no intention of letting Wilson ruin her night.

"Ready to go?" Jordan asked in the doorway.

"Sure." She walked towards him, and they left the house.

The SUV was waiting for them as well as Wilson and Garcia. She sighed silently, but she knew he wouldn’t go out without them.

He took her to a very nice restaurant in Las Mercedes, near the nightclub and they had a pleasant dinner. After that they went to the nightclub and were dancing a long time.

At some point of the evening, she went to the ladies room alone, and when she was coming out of there, she almost bumped into Nicholas Marquez.

He recognized her immediately and grabbed her by her wrist.

"Well, well, well, did Martinez already got tired of you?" he asked, with a lustful tone.

"No, he didn’t. Now let go of me, or do I have to kick your balls again?" she said, trying to keep her voice down.

He pushed her hard against the wall, his other hand wrapped around her neck. "You won't take me by surprise again, cunt, and I'll make you pay dearly for that."

She tried to push him away from her, to no avail. The man was practically an ogre. "Let me go, or I'll start yelling."

He squeezed her neck enough to silence her, and she started to see bright spots in front of her, until he released her. Someone was coming.

"Remember my words." He said, before he entered the man's bathroom.

She went back to the ladies room. She needed time to calm down and to check if he had left any marks on her neck. She didn’t want Jordan to find out what had happened, not now, anyway.

She retouched her makeup, applied some to a bruise on her neck and after breathing deep a few times she returned to their table. To her horror, the Marquez boys were also there, and they were all pretending to be the best of friends. She sighed, and took her seat next to Jordan, after greeting the newcomers.

Jordan wrapped her waist with his arm and pulled her closer to him. "Are you ready to call it a night?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, please, I'm a bit tired." She gladly accepted. She had no desire to spend more time with those guys.

"Well, it was good seeing you guys, but we're heading home." Jordan announced, getting up.

"So early? You used to close this place, Jordan." Jonathan said, with a fake smile.

"Yes, but tonight I have more interesting things to do." He said, with a cold smile.

"I understand you perfectly. If I had her, I wouldn’t want to lose time with others." Nicholas said, and his words sent shivers of repulsion down her spine.

"Yes, well I wish you all good night." And with those words, they left the club, and a couple of minutes later they were heading to the house.

"What kept you so long in the bathroom?" Jordan asked, in a cold tone.

"Nicholas Marquez intercepted me." She answered, in a low tone.

"What?!" he shouted.

"No need to yell. He seems to think I'll end up in his arms when you get tired of me." She explained, saying out loud one of her biggest fears.

"That will never happen." He ranted.

She held back the need to ask him what would happen, but deep down she didn’t want to know, not really.

"Has Wilson been able to find out anything?" she asked, trying to change the subject for safer topics.

"Yes, now, we are sure they are stealing from the cartel. All we need is to get evidences to present to the other members." Jordan said, his voice showing all his rage.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" she asked curious.

"We just have to set them a trap, with a juicy bait and wait for them to fall on it." He explained. "What I didn’t see coming was Nicholas' obsession with you."

"That doesn’t change things." She said, cautiously.

"Maybe, we'll see." His comment was too ominous and she didn’t like it at all, but she decided not to insist. He obviously was in a dark mood.

When they got to the house, he sent her to bed, alone. "I still have a few things to discuss with Wilson and Garcia."

"Yes, of course. I'll see you later." She went to the room and after taking off her clothes she went straight to the shower. She wanted to wash that slime ball's touch from her skin. When she was done, she put on a tiny nightgown and a thong.

She laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lit by the moonlight, trying to keep her mind empty and not think of all the things that had happened in her life, in the past few days.

At some point she must have fallen asleep, because she didn’t see him come to bed. When the sun replaced the moon in the sky she opened up her eyes to see him beside her, but not sleeping, watching her, with a somber expression on his face.

Jordan watched her disappear up the stairway before heading to his office, followed by Wilson and Garcia. "I want this to be perfect. We have to get the proof beyond a shadow of a doubt." He said to his men, punching his one palm.

"We will boss. The Colombians are willing to help us. They understand the need to take the thieves down, even if they don’t suspect who they are. We can count on their full support on this." Wilson replied.

"Good. It's getting harder for me to put up with them. And Nicholas’s obvious obsession over Ashley isn’t helping." Jordan admitted standing in front of the small bar he had in his office as he poured a scotch for himself and drunk it in one gulp.

"Maybe you should use that to our advantage boss." Wilson dared to suggest.

Jordan turned to look at Wilson with a deep frown. "That's out of the question." He barked, barely containing his annoyance.

"I really don’t see why boss. If you handed her over to Nicholas, I'm sure she would be able to get us better info than the one we have." Wilson insisted, even knowing he might be stepping out of line here.

"What part of 'out of the question' didn’t you get, Wilson?" Jordan asked, in a cold, threatening tone, as he closed the distance between him and his man.

"I'm sorry, boss, but you have to admit it's a good idea."

"No, I don’t."

"You're getting too attached to that woman, boss, otherwise you would agree with me." Wilson claimed.

"That's none of your business and I don’t want to hear about it again." Jordan closed the discussion before he let out his urges to punch Wilson's face. "Let's stick to what is planned, and we'll get what we want." He added, ending the conversation and leaving the room.

He didn’t go up to his room though. He was too restless for that. So he went out to the front yard and wondered for a while, trying to clear his head. When he got to the room, she was already sleeping, and didn’t even move when he lay down next to her and stayed there, just watching her sleep.

The sun was already up, when she finally opened her eyes.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked, with a faint smile.

"Nothing important." He had been looking at her for a couple of hours. In his mind, he kept playing Wilson's words: 'You're getting too attached to that woman.' But, so far he wasn’t able to even admit that possibility. He had never been too attached to any of his women. They all wanted something from him, and so far none had wanted him, the man behind all the money and the luxury that he represented. And he was sure Ashley wasn’t the exception. Maybe she knew a bit more about him than the others, but he was certain she would leave him immediately if he let her.

When she opened her eyes, his body fell under her spell once more, and all he could think of was making her his once more.

"Are you sure?" she insisted.

"Yes, I'm sure." He leaned over her and kissed her deeply banishing all coherent thought from her mind, until they were both breathless. Then, he trailed over her cheeks, down her neck until his mouth took possession of her breasts, discarding her nightgown, and leaving no inch on the way without being explored, as he laid beside her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, as a clear statement of his desire for her.

He pushed her thong down her legs, leaving her naked, and at his will. His underwear soon joined hers and he got naked, lying between her thighs. His hands crawled up her body; taking her arms over her head and keeping them there, with one hand, leaving the other free to keep exploring her at will.

Ashley was completely absorbed in what he was doing to her, so aroused she felt she would explode any moment now. Then she felt his fingers opening her lips, stretching her for him, and without further preliminaries, he sank his cock deep into her in one thrust.

She cried out, and her whole body convulsed in pleasure, trembling and clenching hard over him. But, he gave her no respite, he started pounding deep in her, in and out, every thrust a shout of possessiveness, a predator marking his new territory, making her his, and only his.

He released her hands, and held her by her knees, pushing them towards her, spreading her to him, allowing him to go deeper in her. And in no time, she was coming, hard, panting and moaning wildly. Her body, flying over the edge, pushed by his.

He flipped her round, her big, round ass up, for him to caress, knead roughly, squeeze and pinch as he kept plunging into her, pinning her to the mattress.

He could hear her moans, her whimpers, and her small cries of pleasure as he kept making her his.

And once more she was coming, but this time, he came with her. His body convulsed, buried deep inside her, as he erupted and emptied himself inside her, through harsh gasps and loud grunts.

He collapsed next to her in bed, and sighed. "You drive me insane, girl."

"It's… mutual… believe me." She answered, panting.

He let out a dry laugh and jumped out of bed and heading to the shower. "I'll be out all day, so please, entertain yourself as you please, here in the house."

"Can I go visit my mother?" she asked, immediately.

"No, not today. I'll take you as soon as I can." He rejected the idea in a tone that warned her not to discuss.

"And call her?" she tried.

"Yes, you can call her, but be careful with what you say." He admonished.

"I always am."

He finished getting dressed and left the room.

Wilson and Garcia were already waiting for him in the hall, and in just a few minutes, they were leaving the house.

"Is everything ready?" Jordan asked.

"Yes, boss. We talked to the Colombian cartel and they have offered the Marquez the next shipment. The packages will be marked as we agreed, in a very discreet way. They have accepted it and the cargo will arrive on a private plane to Caracas in a couple of days. There won't be many guards receiving it, so they will be able to lose a few kilos, with almost no witnesses." Wilson explained.

"Good. Do we have our own men at La Guaira?"

"Yes, boss, that's all set." Garcia intervened.

"I'm not sure I trust Sergeant Hernandez, so keep him out of this one."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, all we have to do is wait and see." Jordan said.

They arrived to the offices of Storm Security and all conversations ended.

Ashley spent the day exploring the house and swimming in the pool. She had called her mother, and was happy to find out she was more than happy with her new job and her new life. The neighborhood where she was living was simply great and she already had made a few friends.