The Complete Contract Series (39 page)

Miller

Stormy and I make our way back to the hotel and get cleaned up. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders with the death of my nemesis finally behind me. We decide we deserve a break and head over to Lozado’s club so I can get a read on this boy who is causing so many problems. In no time at all, Stormy and I are sitting in a dark corner, having a drink and gathering Intel.

I eye Stormy and smirk, “If I ever saw some guy pawing on you like he is his cousin’s woman, I’d kill him.” I rake my eyes down her body, taking her in from head to toe. I continue speaking, “You still managed to sneak those red heels in your suitcase, didn’t you? Do you ever listen to anything I tell you? I think you like getting the belt.”

“I do,” she answers as if craving an ass beating is normal behavior. I guess for us it is.

I’m watching as Manuel sits in his own dark corner while Sophia is grinding on him under the guise of giving him a
lap dance
. I begin to tease Stormy with what I think their conversation might be. I use a deep voice for him and high pitched one for her and, in no time, Stormy is giggling. I love to hear my woman’s laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you have made up your mind who you want to be with, baby girl,” I deeply intone.

“Who I want to be with is whoever has the power,” I mock in a girly voice. I watch as the girl grinds down aggressively onto his hardened cock.

“Yeah, you need to go ahead and pull that rod out of my pants and sit down on it where you know you belong, girl.”

I watch as the girl stands up and flips her skirt up, flashing her ass and I continue teasing Stormy with what I think they’re saying. “When you get the power, then you get the goods,” I squeak.

We both burst out laughing as she sashays away towards one of her customers.

“I know exactly what she is doing, Stormy. She is tapping into that boy’s primal side, forcing him to make his move to take his cousin down. Troublemaking bitch has no idea who she is fucking with though; Lozado is a crazy mother fucker. Add his sons into the mix and things are about to get real ugly. If you women know anything, it’s how to make a man think with his cock.”

“Do you think with your cock?”

“I think with my head and I punish with my cock, girl.”

“There damn sure better not be any disciplining going on with any other women, then.”

“I’ve got my hands full with you, Stormy, because you don’t listen to a damn thing I say.” At that point, she shuts up. I’m sure she is wondering if she’s in trouble for bringing those
come here and fuck me
red shoes. Why she’s worried about another woman looking better than her is beyond me. The girl is a straight up fox. Everywhere we go, heads turn in her direction. We spend the rest of the evening making fun of people and enjoying each other’s company. We aren’t just lovers, we’re best friends.

Lozado

“Lord, child, get over here and quit eavesdropping.”

“Stop it, Claudia, I’m listening,” Beth smacks at her hand. Beth can hear everything that is going on in the men’s meeting I’m having. I know Beth and there is no way she is going to quit listening, especially now that it is getting good. I knew she would eavesdrop when I told them they weren’t allowed to attend the meeting. Ironically enough, if it was Claudia, I would discipline her but Beth is just being Beth; she’s nosey like that.

I coldly eye the young Latino man who is sitting before me in my dining room.

“Pablo, I specifically remember telling you that if you can’t control your bitches, whores, subs, or slaves, that I was going to string you up and horsewhip you. Now I’ve got your cousin and some bitch running all over Louisiana, talking about my operation and that is a major fucking problem!”

There is a disruption as two men bring in the hysterical Latina woman who has been running her damn mouth. I’m assuming she was stupid enough to believe word wouldn’t get back to me. There ain’t nothing that happens in these parts that I don’t hear about. I’m tired of fucking around with these three. I have full intentions of using them as an example to show those who don’t have sense enough to respect me what will happen to them. I have been good to Pablo. He’s paid quite well for managing my club and this is purely unacceptable behavior from everyone involved.

“Take her fucking ass down to the cell and take his ass out to the woodshed and string him up.”

I make my way out to the shed with two bodyguards in tow and take my time picking out a black horsewhip. Nobody in the bayou can handle a whip like me and this boy is well aware of my reputation. Decades of practice have gone into my craft of not only making whips, but practicing the art of wielding them. A whip can do a lot of damage. It can literally filet the skin off a man’s back. Shreds of skin are taken, layer by layer, with every strike of its tail when used by a man adept at horsewhipping people. Let’s just say… I’m one of those men.

“Cut his clothes off!”

I have a sadistic streak and I am ready to give in to it. I don’t subject my women to whipping this intense because I don’t want them scarred. I do believe Claudia could take it, but there ain’t no sense in marking up that perfect porcelain skin of hers.

In no time at all, the blood curdling screams feed my sadism. My strikes are in sync with his screams and it’s like music to my ears. My hair has come loose from its band due to the exertion of the intense beating I’m delivering to this man. I feel as though another being has overtaken my body and I can only imagine what my eyes must look like. I’m sure they have taken on the wild and crazed look of a man possessed and if this boy lives to see the end of this whipping, I’ll be very surprised. Even if he wasn’t destined to meet his maker today, he would definitely be scarred for the rest of his life. He won’t live though, because I’ve already made up my mind to kill his ass dead. Even the two bodyguards are having a hard time watching the sadistic beating that’s unfolding right before their eyes. By the time I’m done, he is a bloody, mangled mess and barely hanging on by a thread.

I turn and coldly eye my bodyguards, “Take his ass out, cut his throat, and throw him to gators. While you’re at it, take that bitch down in the cell with him. I’m not going to have either one of them coming back to exact revenge on me or my women.” I’m not just concerned about myself; I’m concerned about my family. People can’t hold grudges or come back and hurt you if they’re dead.

“And one more thing, boys… if either one of you ever breathes a word of this, I’ll kill you dead!” I throw the whip down and head back to the house.

“You girls get your asses in the bedroom. Now! Strip down and line up against that wall.”

I remove my bloody clothes, revealing a rock hard cock. Claudia knows the beating has left me fit to be tied. I’ve always been this way. I’m turned on by causing others pain—excruciating pain. The blood curdling screams of an enemy at my mercy make my cock hard.

I make my way over to Beth and stand, glaring at her but saying nothing. I place my hand around her throat and squeeze as I bend down and passionately kiss her. I can tell she is weak in the knees and it is all she can do to keep standing. I’m certain part of it is due to fear. She’s never witnessed me covered in the blood of one of my enemies. I pull away from her mouth and pinch down on a nipple to give it a good twist. It’s a good thing I unleashed my wrath on that boy out in the shed.

I make my way over to Claudia and open her robe, dropping it to the floor. She never sees the strike of my open hand but she damn sure feels it. “Did I give you permission to look me in the eye, girl?” She knows not to answer me when I’m in this kind of mood. I glare at her as I move her G-string over and plunge a finger into her soaking wet cunt. She is as turned on as I am by my sadistic mood. I wrap my fist in her hair, pull her head back, and whisper to her, “I’m going to fuck you real hard and rough like, slave!” I chew on her lip and stick my tongue in her mouth, taking it and pushing in and out in a fucking motion as I explore every little crevice of the woman I love.

“Get up by that headboard, Little Bit.”

Beth runs over to the bed and waits. I grab Claudia’s hair and lead her over to the bed with me. I make my way back over to my toy chest, leaving both girls on the bed. I reach in and retrieve a dildo and jelly.

“Get that dildo jellied up,” I command Claudia as I toss the phallus in her direction. “I want to watch you fuck Little Bit.”

Claudia has removed her panties and positioned herself between Beth’s legs. I waste no time before I’m behind Claudia and ordering her, “Let me see you fuck her, slave!”

I plunge into her and she loudly groans. “That’s it. Spread those legs, Little Bit. Daddy wants to watch his slave fuck you. Little Bit, come for Daddy. Oh, that’s a good little girl.”

Beth is screaming out, “Daddy,” over and over from the sensation of the dildo plunging in and out of her. At the same time as Beth’s orgasm hits her, I smack Claudia’s ass and come deep inside her. It’s too much for Claudia to handle and her own climax roars through her, leaving her limp as she lies next to Beth with a satisfied smile on her face.

Damn, beating that boy’s ass and fucking my slave rough just made my day!

Manuel

“Sooie, Sooie, oh, I can smell your fear and I’m coming for you.”

I’m trembling against a tree as I listen to the crazy white boy who is getting closer and closer. This is one time that I wish I would have listened to that uptight cousin of mine. This guy is hunting me like an animal and I’m not scared—I’m terrified.

Damn, these Cajuns are crazy.

Trying to regulate my breathing is becoming harder and harder. There has to be a way out of these woods but the terrain all looks the same and it’s like I’m walking in circles. I have no way of knowing it but that is exactly what I’m doing because Bo is deliberately leading me in circles.

That damn white boy knows this swampland like the back of his hand. The same way I know the city, he knows the swamp. My cousin warned me that he had been running these woods since he was big enough to walk. I know he is toying with me and I know he isn’t done. He considers me to be his prey and he wants to have a little fun with me before he tries to kill me. Finally, when he leads me down to the swamp, the true torment begins.

He catches me by impaling my chest with an arrow shot off a cross bow he is carrying. I never saw it coming, but the pain is excruciating. I’m gurgling and gasping for breath as the man I know as Lozado’s son, Bo, eyes me curiously as he toys with the arrow protruding from my chest. He pops a bubble of blood that seeps through my lips as I’m breathing. I know enough to know that there must be internal bleeding for that blood to be coming from my mouth. He cocks his head to the side and watches me with interest as another bubble forms. Then he takes a finger and pops it again. It’s as if he is a child playing with bubbles through a plastic bubble blower. The man is certifiably crazy. He is getting off on the fact that I’m immobilized, at his mercy, in pain, and ultimately dying.

“Damn, that bow and arrow works good, don’t it, son?” Bo looks like he’s speaking more to himself than to me. He’s got to be since I’m damn near incoherent.

Even in the dark, Bo was able to hit his mark with precision and exactly how he wanted. I’m pinned to the tree by the same arrow that he shot right through my chest. We’re so close to the swamp that I can see shadowy outlines of the gators in the murky water. Though their large bulged eyes barely show above water, their tough skins are just visible in the moonlight.

Bo keeps thumping the sharp arrow that he has effectively used to nail me—his enemy—in place. He uses his middle finger as if he is flicking a bug or some annoying pest off of his shoulder. He watches it wiggle as he speaks over my shallow, gurgling breaths.

“I bet you didn’t know that Louisiana has got the largest gator population in North America. Gators are nocturnal so they will start stirrin’ soon. Here in a minute, they will be in a feedin’ frenzy.” He thumps the arrow once again and watches, with obvious amusement, as my eyes grow wide with fright. The thumping of the arrow in my chest causes it to reverberate and intensifies the pain I’m feeling tenfold. I can hear it the same way I can my wheezing because I’m slowly drowning in my own blood. The psycho who has pinned me to this tree shows no emotion on his face other than he appears to be intrigued with my plight. I wish he would hurry up and kill me.

“See, that’s a funny thing. Even when a man is choking on his own blood, the fear still shows in his eyes.”

In one firm yank, the predator pulls the arrow from my body. When my body slumps into him, he turns and in one smooth motion, tosses me into the swamp.

The last thing I see is him standing under the full light of the moon, covered in blood like a wild animal or some paranormal werewolf. I hear him speak right before I die. “Yep, sure nuff, they in a feedin’ frenzy.” He turns and walks away, never looking back, and now I know it is the way of his world. Unfortunately, it’s a lesson I’m afraid I learned too late… You either respect the Boudreau bloodline, or you end up as gator bait. It is just that simple…

Stormy

I let my mind wander on the plane ride back home when I note that Miller has nodded off to sleep. I learned something on this trip. I never knew a person could die inside due to loneliness. I hadn’t realized until I saw the horribly scarred man that I was wasting away much like he did. It was sad to watch a full grown man plead with us to end his misery. I don’t think I have ever seen a more desolate pair of eyes in my life and it was so unbefitting of a man his size. I know a part of him was dead long before Miller ever pulled that trigger. I feel no guilt for what we did. All I feel is peace. We have done the man a favor and released him from a life of exile.

“Penny for your thoughts, girl.”

“Just thinking about that last kill.”

“You don’t feel guilty, do you? There is no room for guilt in our line of work, Stormy.”

“No, I actually feel like we did the man a favor.” I look over at Miller with sincerity and tell him, “I feel like you rescued me from enduring the same kind of fate. I was withering away, locked in that condo and hidden away from the world due to my fears. You gave me my life back, Miller. Thank you.”

I reach over for a hug and our embrace is real. We are a team.