Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1) (11 page)

But, by the end of the day, she was ready to freak out. She wasn’t used to being without something to do for that much time.

When he finally got to the house she was feeling a bit edgy. She was in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return, trying to read a book, but reading had never been her thing, so she had spent at least half an hour on the same page. She just couldn’t concentrate.

"Hey, nena, how was your day?" he asked in a cheerful tone, walking towards her, and pulling her up.

"Terrible. I'm not used to doing nothing." She ranted, in a bad mood.

"Read, sleep, watch TV…" he suggested with an amused smile.

"I did all that… and still had too much free time. I have always worked, so it's not easy for me to suddenly have this amount of free time." She said, with a sigh.

"Well, I'll keep you so busy during the night that you'll be so tired you'll sleep the whole day." He suggested with a smile, pulling her close to him by her wrists and stealing a kiss from her mouth.

"Oh, you would love that, wouldn’t you?" she said with a grin.

"Yes, I sure would. I'll take a shower and change so that we can have dinner." He said stealing another kiss before heading upstairs to their room.

She sighed and walked to the window. The sight of the city was amazing. From a distance, it looked so beautiful, peaceful. Nothing close to the reality lived on the streets.

"Done." His voice startled her when he returned.

"Good, I'm starting to feel hungry." She said with a grimace.

Maria brought dinner and for once they had a meal alone. Wilson and Garcia weren’t around and she was happy.

"Have you decided the strategy to use on the Marquez cousins?" she asked curious.

"Yes, we set the bait on the trap and now all we have to do is wait."

"Do you think they'll bite?" she asked, a bit concerned.

"They will. It's too alluring for them to resist." He said confident.

"So you're planning on exposing them."

"Yes, the Cartel has given them all they have, and they pay them  back by stealing? Of course I'll expose them."

"Yes, I understand your point. You'll need solid evidence."

"Yes, and we will have it." He assured. "Did you call your mother?" he changed the subject.

"I did, and she is very happy, she loves the house, the job and the people she has met. She's in paradise." She answered with a frown.

"Then what's the problem?" he said, puzzled.

"That it's too good to be true and it won't last." She answered, worried.

"The job is legit. All I did was to put in a good word for your mother." He explained. "So it will last as long as it has to last."

"Well, yes, I guess… it just worries me a bit, that's all." She said, a bit surprised with his words.

"You shouldn’t. Your mother is alright and cared for."

They finished dinner and watched a movie, just like every regular couple. When they went to bed, he made love to her with the usual passion, draining her completely.

The following day, she asked him to let her get out of the house. "I'm going insane here." She added. "I just want to go to a mall, see store windows and other people."

He looked at her for a while, before he accepted. "I thought you hated shopping."

"And I do. But I won't go shopping, I just want to see people, go for a stroll."

"Very well, you'll go with Juan, one of my men, and when you're done you'll meet me at the company and we'll come home together."

"That's a magnificent plan, thank you." She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Here, use this card if you need to buy anything." He added, handing her a credit card.

"No, thank you. I don’t need anything else, I just want to get out of the house." She replied, not even taking the card.

He looked at her for a while, and then put the card away. "Very well, as you like. I'll wait for you at my office around five."

"I'll be there."

He took a cell phone from a drawer on his desk, marked something on it and handed it to her. "Here, take it back. I want you to call me if you need me. I already saved my number on it."

It was her own cell phone, and she took it, thankful.

He left for work and the idea of leaving the house in the afternoon made the morning go by easily. She used the pool, saw some TV and even read some. After lunch, she got dressed and Juan, her new shadow, drove her to the biggest mall in town.

She walked around, loving to see people walking around the place. She bought herself and Juan an ice cream, loving the look on the man's face when she handed him a cone.

When she was about to head to Jordan's office, she had a dreadful surprise. Nicholas Marquez and Sergeant Hernandez came across her.

"Well, well, well, Miss Perez, what a pleasure seeing you." Sergeant Hernandez said, with his greasy smile.

"Sergeant…"

"You know the lady, Hernandez?" Nicholas asked, surprised.

"Yes, señor Marquez, she used to work for the national airline."

"Ah, this is really a small world, don’t you think, Miss Perez?" Nicholas said, with the usual lustful smile.

"I'm starting to think that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm expected somewhere else." She said, turning to look at Juan and silently calling him closer.

"Oh, what a pity. Are you sure you can't stay just a little while?" Hernandez asked grabbing her arm. "After all you owe me a date."

She pulled her arm from his hand, violently. "I don’t owe you a thing." She said, turning to leave.

"Ah, well, I'm sure we'll meet again, soon." Nicholas said, with a creepy smile.

"Not if I can help it." She mumbled walking away as fast as she could.

God, Nicholas alone was bad, but with Sergeant Hernandez, that was more than she could take.

She arrived at Jordan's office at Storm security, still feeling a bit shaky.

"Hey, nena, how did it go?" he greeted her when she entered his office.

"All had been just fine then I had an unpleasant meeting." She said.

"What happened?" she told him about the meeting.

"That confirms my suspicions. Hernandez is working for the Marquez." Jordan said, pursing his lips.

"Those two disgusting men together are more than I can take." She said with a shudder of revulsion.

"You won't have to see them again."

"I truly hope so." She sighed. "Are you ready to go home?"

"I'm afraid not. I have a last minute business meeting I can't call off. Why don’t you go home with Juan and I'll meet you there in a couple of hours. We could go out for dinner if you want." He suggested.

"No, I rather stay home, if you don’t mind." She didn’t want to run into any of the Marquez again.

"Alright then, I'll see you at home." He kissed her sweetly on her lips and watched her leave with Juan following after her.

Jordan turned to look at Garcia. "How did this guy managed to contact you?" El Mapure, a local mobster that had managed to put together a huge gang band, in just a couple of years, had asked to meet up with him. Jordan had thought of refusing it, because the cartel didn’t do business with local dealers, but he had been poked by curiosity, and he wanted to know what he was after.

"Through the National Guard captain deployed in his area. Are you sure this is a good idea, boss? This guy is bad news." Garcia explained.

"I know exactly who he is. What I would like to know is how the hell does he know who I am, and how did he get that information." Jordan wondered, puzzled. "And that's why I'm meeting him."

"He sure has balls coming all the way to Caracas, with half of the police force after him." Garcia said.

Jordan snorted. "Believe me, no one is after him. Those are just tales the government is telling the people. You know it's convenient to keep the people scared, and El Mapure, does a good job at it."

"I guess you're right boss." Garcia admitted.

"We should be going, boss, if we want to make it on time." Wilson warned, looking at his watch.

"He can wait for me." Jordan assured, with a cynical smile. They were meeting the other man at a restaurant downtown.

And when they got to the restaurant, El Mapure was already there, accompanied by two men. Jordan was sure there were a few others around the place, just like he had some of his own men scattered around.

He got up to greet Jordan. "Mr. Martinez, it's a great pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." The man said in a fake greasy tone, that Jordan despised deeply.

"Is that so? I really can't think who could have told you that much about me." Jordan said in a cold tone. He didn’t need this man. The only reason he was there was to satisfy his curiosity, nothing more.

"Oh, we have mutual friends. But please, sit down. What are you going to have? Champagne?" El Mapure offered, taking a seat again.

Jordan grabbed a seat and sat down, Wilson and Garcia did the same, next to him. "Some mineral water is more than enough, thank you."

The man wasn’t able to hide his smirk of disdain, but his opinion meant nothing to Jordan.

"Of course, whatever you like."

"So, what was so important that you wanted to talk to me?" Jordan went straight to the point, opening the bottle of water the waiter had brought him. He didn’t want to waste much time with this guy.

"You see, our mutual friend provided my group with some fine merchandise. Quite high quality, but he has been having trouble getting me some more. But he mentioned you were the one handling the whole thing, so I thought to myself: why waste time with the small fishes in the pond if I could make business with the big shark? You know what I mean?" He explained.

"I see. And didn’t this friend of yours explain to you that the big shark doesn’t do business with local small fishes?" Jordan asked, using the other man's metaphor to put him down.

"Yes, he might have mentioned some of that, but, you have to consider that we might be local, but we sure as hell aren’t small." El Mapure clarified.

"Maybe not small by your standards, but I assure you, for the big shark you are very small. Another detail to take into consideration is that the big shark only deals with greens." Jordan explained, referring to US dollars.

"We can get that." The other man insisted.

"I'm sure you can, but even so, there is no way the big shark will change his mind." Jordan stated. "Why don’t you tell me, who is our mutual friend? Maybe I could get the big shark to help him help you." Jordan asked, with an alluring smile.

El Mapure looked at Jordan speculating how sincere was him. Obviously not convinced of it, he shook his head. "There's no need for that. But you should try to make the big shark change his mind. I always get what I want, one way or the other." That was a clear threat.

Jordan slowly got up, with Wilson and Garcia doing the same. "You better be careful with your ways. You're way over your head here."

"We shall see about that."

Without answering that, Jordan turned around and left the place. When they were away from the place, Wilson broke the tense silence. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, boss?"

"Yes, this is Jonathan's doing. He has been selling drugs to this scum. And not only that, he has been talking about our business to him." Jordan ranted, pounding his fists on the steering wheel.

"Yes, I never thought he would stoop that low."

"He's just after easy money, that's all. Now, more than ever, we need to put an end to this. And I want you to double the number of men carrying our merchandise. I have no intention of losing a single gram to these guys."

"Yes, boss, I'll take care of that." Wilson assured.

"Good. I want to be notified of the smallest problem we might have. I just need an excuse to wipe this scum off the face of the planet."

Once in the house, Jordan joined Ashley for dinner and spent the rest of the night watching TV with her. Then, she got up and went to the bedroom, to change into her nightgown, and he stayed behind, finishing what he was watching. She was feeling restless, as if she was sensing something terrible was going to happen and she couldn’t shake that feeling no matter how hard she tried.

The following days she stayed home. She was still feeling restless and she didn’t want to run into one of the Marquez boy’s or even Hernandez. So she just busied herself with cooking and baking, invading the cook's kitchen, and the time seemed to go by normally.

One of those days, Ashley was spending the afternoon by the pool, when Maria came to her accompanied by a woman dressed in an elegant pant suit, she didn’t know.

"Señorita Ashley, Miss Alexandra Martinez is here to see you." The maid announced, with a forced smile, signaling the tall brunette.

"You can go now, Maria and get us something cold to drink. There is no need for any of this formality in my own brother's house." The other woman said, in a cold tone, as she took a seat on one of the chairs displayed around the pool.