The Complete Contract Series (43 page)

Agent Turner

I kick some of the debris with the toe of my polished shoe which, after this, will definitely need a good shoeshine. I take my job very seriously and I’m spit shined from top to bottom every day. When you look at me, you immediately know I’m FBI by the standard dark suit I wear and my serious, no nonsense demeanor.

I look at my partner as an idea hits me. “Do you think Miller had anything to do with this?”

“No, I don’t. It isn’t his signature.”

“Well, he isn’t in Louisville.”

“Why do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“Ask me for my opinion when you’re going to do what you want to do anyway.”

“I value your opinion,” I tell her as she glares at me like she wants to kick my ass.

“That better not be all you value. While we’re on the subject, this bullshit of you running off to that strip club alone stops today. You know, come to think of it, I think you might be due an ass whipping. You’re getting a little cocky for my taste.” I never see the slap coming but I sure as hell feel the sting of it on my cheek.

“If I find out you have been getting lap dances from one of those whores in that club, you’ll feel pain like you’ve never felt before.”

She reaches down, grabs my cock, and pulls me around a building so we’re out of sight. She gently runs her hand over the area she just slapped and I flinch in preparation for another blow. There is something very sinister about her touch right now.

She leans in and nips at my ear as she seductively whispers, “Pull that big, meaty cock of yours out and stroke it for me.”

“Not at work, Rene. She pops my face just hard enough to let me know she means business. “That’s Mistress to you. What did I tell you?”

“You instructed me to call you Mistress when my cock is freed from my pants.”

“Such a good boy, now do what I asked you to do.”

I reluctantly pull my hard cock, now fully erect in response to her rough treatment of me, out of my pants. I pull a handkerchief from my pocket, not wanting to leave DNA.

“Stroke it! You’ll be sated and not in danger of being turned on by one of those bitches.”

“Oh fuck, Mistress, there is no one but you—only you.”

“Such a good boy, such a good little boy for his owner…”

Antonio Wayne

“See, that’s the fucking problem with you, Roxanne. You think you can run off and walk around the club on your own. What the fuck is it with you? Do you have to be seen?” I had her pressed into the wall at the back of a booth, demanding answers.

“What is it with you, Tony? You’re one of the most jealous people I’ve ever met.”

“Have you forgotten you tried to steal $100,000 from my brother? You owe me and I can assure you I’m keeping a very close eye on you and that tight little body of yours. Fuck with me, Roxanne, and I’ll literally collar and leash your ass.”

“I’m not a dog and I refuse to wear a collar and leash like one.”

“You’ll wear what I tell you to wear, just like your wearing that chip in your shoulder.”

“There’s FBI guy,” she states, trying to detour my attentions from her. Right now, that’s only thing that would.

I watch as the arrogant bastard slides into the booth opposite us with his partner.

“It’s so nice to see you again. I see you brought your lovely partner this time.” I know they’re fucking and it will piss her off to know he’s been here without her. By the look she gives him, I can tell it worked and I smirk at him.

He ignores me, looking around the club as if he is searching for someone. “Well, I see you made it through your little run-in with the Dominicans last night.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to, Agent.”

“We both know what I’m talking about. Where’s Miller?”

“Who?”

“Okay, since you want to play dumb, you won’t mind accompanying me to that castle of yours and letting me have a look.”

“Not without a warrant, you won’t. You’re not stepping one foot onto my property without one, much less in my home.”

“Fine by me, I’ll have it by this afternoon.”

He rises to leave and I just can’t resist getting a jab in. “Your boss is a personal friend of mine. I wonder how he would feel about the two of you fucking? You know, with that whole fraternization policy the bureau has, it probably wouldn’t go over very well.” I chuckle as he makes his way out the door, knowing I hit a nerve.

Miller

A sense of dread fills me when my phone rings and I see that it is Antonio Wayne.

“We’ve got issues—major fucking issues. That damn Agent Turner is on his way to get a warrant to search the castle for you.”

“Damn it! She is not in good enough condition to travel.”
“Listen, I’m going to make this as easy as possible and here is what you’re going to do. My doctor is going to help you get her loaded up in the ambulance, and you three are flying to an undisclosed location. Make sure all of your shit is out of that room. I don’t want so much as a piece of fucking lint off your clothes left for him to find. This guy is relentless when it comes to the brotherhood. He is dead determined on taking us down.”

I looked up to see the doctor making his way in and administering something in Stormy’s IV.

“What is that?”

“It is something to help her rest while we transport her. We need to go now. Make sure you have everything and come with me.”

I do a quick sweep of the room and help him lift her onto a gurney. He leads me through a long, darkened hallway. This place is amazing; it’s like something from a movie. It’s evident that this is a secret passageway and we finally make our way to an exit where an ambulance is waiting.

We quickly load her up and I jump in the back with her. I don’t even know where we’re headed. Undisclosed location means just that to the Ramirez brothers.

We’ve barely pulled away from the long driveway and out onto a street when I see Turner’s standard black LTD coming up the road, headed for the castle. I lean back and breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t witness us coming out of Antonio’s driveway.

This guy is never going to give up trying to take the brotherhood down. I can’t help but wonder why he is so fucking motivated to send us all to prison. At times, I wonder if his pride doesn’t play a factor in it because we’re always one step ahead of him.

I have to say he is the only thing that makes me consider getting out of the game. When I had nothing to lose, it was easy to live a risky lifestyle. I love the adrenaline rush of my finger pulling a trigger. There is no other high like it.

Things are different now because I have something to lose. Before Stormy, I really didn’t give a fuck about living or dying. Now, I wonder what she would do without me. Who would take care of her? Would she retreat back into an agoraphobic shell, living out the rest of her days as a recluse?

Agent Turner

I waste no time procuring the warrant that I threatened Antonio Wayne I would get. The comment he made about fraternization didn’t scare me, but it did piss me off. He may be able to control things in his world but he damn sure isn’t controlling anything in mine.

It’s so ironic that I am in complete control of every area of my life except for in the bedroom. Maybe that’s why I allow Rene to control me sexually. I have so much responsibility. Day in and day out, lives depend on my ability to make the right decisions. She takes all of that stress and strain off of me when she takes control. I guess the reason it works for us is because we never planned anything; it just kind of happened. We got in a fight one night over a case, she smacked me in the face, and my cock got hard—go figure. The woman brought out the love I have for dominate women and I haven’t been the same since. She is a drug and I am her junkie.

Her knock on the door with the huge gothic knocker on it pulls me from my thoughts. I look up to view a maid in uniform answer the door. Rene speaks before I have a chance. He must have pissed her off with the fraternization comment too. She isn’t one to be bullied.

“We have a warrant to search the premises.”

I view Antonio Wayne making his way around the corner, “I’ve been expecting you, officers. Welcome to my humble abode.”

The smirk he has on his face makes me want to smack it off. His next comment doesn’t help either. “I’ve already spoken with your boss and he’s assured me that my home won’t be ransacked, as is your usual practice.”

“You know, Antonio, regardless of the fact that you can get a phone call through to my boss, he is legitimate and he would never allow illegal practices to go unpunished.”

“I can assure you, Agent, all of my practices are legit, but thank you so much for your concern.” He crooks his finger in a haughty manner and demands to view the warrant just as his lawyer makes his way to the door. He never takes his eyes from me but hands it over to his lawyer. The lawyer’s voice only increases my dislike of this arrogant bastard.

“Agents, this warrant solely grants permission to look for the two people you believe to be here. Am I to understand that there will be no going through the personal property of my client?”

The way this lawyer is peering down over his glasses at me is pissing me off. I answer him through gritted teeth, “You understand correctly. Now, I have other things to do. If we could just get down to business, I would appreciate it.”

“Very well, follow me,” the lawyer states, still peering over his glasses in the condescending way that is really beginning to fucking bug me.

As badly as I hate to admit it, I’m impressed with this place. The upkeep on it alone must cost a fortune. This guy lives in a literal fucking castle. I don’t even know where to begin looking for Miller. There are probably so many hidden rooms and passageways in this place that he could have the guy hidden under my nose and I wouldn’t know it. I push the thought of how extravagant the dungeon must be out of my head. Suddenly, my confidence about finding them here is waning. This place is just too fucking big…