Welcome to Diablo Vista (Axl Dane #1) (2 page)

CHAPTER TWO

              Trista stepped out of the bathroom, nude and her body wet as she dried her hair. Esteban was going to Mexico today on a “business trip” and she knew he probably wouldn't be back until late that night after she'd gone to bed. She wanted a nice quiet day to herself anyway, maybe a chance to catch up on her Mexican soap operas.

              “Hey there, Cindy. Or is it Trista now?” a voice said from her bedroom.

              Trista froze, pulling the towel from her hair and covering her nakedness as best she could. “Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?” she said, trying her best not to show her fear. She had always been worried some associate of her husband would show up and catch her alone. She'd heard horror stories about some of the things the drug cartels had done to people.

              “Oh come on, Cindy. It hasn't been that long has it? Surely you recognize me,” the man said.

              Trista looked him over closely. Her stomach dropped as she finally realized who he was: Ed Sharp, her ex-pimp.

              “Don't call me Cindy, my name is Trista,” she told him. “And get the fuck out of my house.”

              “Now come on Cindy, is that any way to treat an old friend?” Ed said, grinning that slimy grin he always had. Her stomach turned at the sight of him. He reminded her of a time in her life she had tried to put behind her.

              Before she became Trista Morales, trophy wife, she had been Cindy Young, prostitute. She wasn't a street walker, but she wasn't a high priced escort either. She fell somewhere in between. Ed Sharp had always arranged her “dates”, and of course kept most of the money for himself. He'd also taken a lot of his pay out of her ass since he used to fuck her more than her clients did. She'd finally managed to squirrel enough money away to make a break for it. She'd changed her name and left Los Angeles for San Diego. She knew if Ed had wanted to find her it wouldn't be too hard, but he was stupid, and she'd figured he wouldn't think she was worth the time it would take to track her down. She had assumed she was right, as that was over five years ago and she'd heard nothing from him. But now here he was, right in the bedroom of her ten million dollar home. The leer on his face almost made her sick to her stomach.

              “You aren't my friend. Now get the fuck out of here. How'd you get in here anyway?” she asked.

              “The door was open. I just walked right in,” Ed said.

             
Damn you, Geoff,
Trista thought, knowing he'd once again left the door unlocked. “So now you can walk the fuck right back out then,” she said.

              “Now come on, Cindy. I just got here! We need to catch up. These are nice digs! Your husband must be loaded!” Ed said, whistling as he admired the view from the bedroom window.

              “Do you know who my husband is?” she asked.

              Ed kept staring out of the window as he spoke. “Sure I do. Esteban Morales, a friend of the cartels and the Yakuza. Everyone knows your husband.”

              Trista didn't even know what the Yakuza was. It seemed Ed may know more about her husband than she did. “So if you know who he is, then you know he'll happily cut your balls off and leave you to die in the desert if he finds you here.”

              “Oh, I'm sure he's a dangerous guy. I'll just have to be sure he doesn't find me here, won't I?”

              “The security cameras--”

              “There aren't any cameras at the house. Esteban is too worried the feds can somehow patch into them and see something they shouldn't, so he won't have them. He also doesn't trust security guards so he won't hire private security. He has to hire men from time to time, but he's very careful. Overall, he seems to have some issues. ”

              Trista cursed in her mind. All of what Ed was saying was true. Her husband had some weird hang-ups that were now coming back to bite him (and her) in the ass. It let her play around with Geoff more easily, but right now she wished she had some guards she could call.

              “Besides, I have a feeling Mr. Morales doesn't know about your past, now does he?” Ed said seriously.

              Trista couldn't hide the pained look that crossed her face, and she knew she'd been found out.

              “That's what I thought. How would he react if he knew his beloved wifey was a whore? I hear he worries about how his peers view him so I bet he'd go nuts if they found out he'd married a hooker.”

              “He'd kill me, and anyone else that knew, too,” Trista said, trying to stress how important it was Ed not spill this information. “How the hell did you manage to track me down anyway?”

              Ed laughed. “It was the craziest thing. I heard through the grapevine about Esteban and his new bride a while back, and I even saw some wedding photos. We sorta run in the same circles, dontcha know. I saw that it was you, but whatever, I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't even looking for you. But I had to relocate down this way a while back for, let's just say personal reasons. A few of the men that have homes in this little community like to party, and I provide some party companions. The guards at the gate even know me, so I don't have any trouble getting in here. I just happened to be driving by one day and saw you in the yard, and decided I'd better pay you a little visit.

              “I started watching the house, trying to figure out some patterns. I noticed you spent a lot of time with the pool boy. I wonder how ol' Esteban would feel about that? Then I figured out when Esteban took his little trips to Mexico and decided I'd pay you a visit sometime.”

              Trista felt her heart about to beat out of her chest. Ed had been stalking her, and now she was all alone with him. She couldn't even tell Esteban about him for fear of her secret getting out. She thought of the .38 special she kept in the nightstand but wasn't sure if she could bring herself to kill Ed. She'd have to dispose of the body herself to avoid questions, and she didn't even trust Geoff enough to help with something that sensitive. She'd have to think of some other way out.

              “Esteban will be back anytime. I think you'd better leave,” Trista said. Her bluff sounded weak even to herself.

              “Cindy, didn't you hear what I said? I know when he travels to Mexico. He won't be back until after dark,” Ed said, grinning that same grin she hated. She thought a second about going for the pistol and shooting him in his fake white teeth, damn the consequences.

              “So what do you want? If you tell Esteban the truth he'll kill us both just to be sure no one finds out,” Trista said, her logic true. She knew Ed was far from a smart man, however, and he probably wouldn't think far enough ahead to ponder the truth in her words.

              “Then I guess it's in our best interests that he never finds out, right? Best for both of us,” Ed said with a shrug.

              “So what do you want? I can pay you, but he monitors my cash so I can't give you much,” she said, opening her closet to put on a bathrobe.

              “I don't need much. How much cash do you have on you?” Ed asked.

              Trista went into her purse and pulled out a wad of money, counting it quickly. She walked over and put it into Ed's hand. “That's three thousand dollars. It's all I have. Now take it and get out.”

              Ed pocketed the money without counting it. “I'm sure your hubby has more money somewhere around here.”

              Esteban did have a safe, but Trista didn't know the combination and knew he'd never tell her. She had an emergency stash of ten grand hidden away, but she wasn't about to give that up now. If Esteban found out about her past, she may need that money for a quick getaway.

              “He has a safe, but I have no way of getting into it. And I don't even know how much of that money is his and how much belongs to—others. I'm sure you don't want to mess with any of their money,” Trista said, the threat obvious. Surely even Ed wasn't stupid enough to steal from the cartels.

              Ed considered her words for a minute and nodded. “Fair enough.”

              “Good, now get the fuck out of here and don't come back,” Trista said dismissively.

              “We're not done yet. We haven't gotten reacquainted,” Ed said.

              Trista forced herself to look him over, having been avoiding it as long as possible. He looked the same as she remembered. He was wearing a white linen suit and white loafers, looking like something from
Miami Vice.
He even still wore gaudy gold chains, like they were a pimp's badge of honor or something. His long black hair was still greasy; all slicked back. He was skinny, his suit hanging on his frame like a sack on a scarecrow. He disgusted her.

              “What the hell are you talking about? Do I have to call the guard?” she asked.

              Ed laughed. “We both know you won't be doing that, or the cops. Too much 'splainin involved. Nah, it's just the two of us for a while, and we both know it.”

              Trista felt her stomach sink even lower. He had a point, and he knew it. She couldn't even call Geoff back, as he would be sure to ask too many questions.

              “So like I said, let's get reacquainted,” Ed said, stepping closer to her and pulling her against him. She tried to pull away, but he held her tightly and kissed her. His breath still had the minty taste he remembered from years ago, and somehow she'd have preferred him having bad breath instead. His tongue probed her mouth as he squeezed her ass, bringing back memories she'd long buried.

              Even though the thought sickened her, she knew there was only one way out of this. She'd blow him, get him off quickly, and get him the fuck out of here. Once she had some time to think she may be able to think of a better solution, but for now, she needed him gone.

              She pulled away. “Okay, you bastard. I'll suck you off, but then you get the fuck out!”

              Ed just laughed. “So you're giving me orders now? I don't think so. You're going to do whatever the hell I say, and then your husband won't get an anonymous tip about your background.”

              Trista just glared at him.

              “Now, first of all, take off that bathrobe. Let me see if you've still got that killer bod I remember,” Ed said, licking his lips.

              Trista stared daggers at him, but slowly let her bathrobe drop to the floor, her perfect body on display for her former pimp.

              Ed whistled in appreciation as his eyes devoured her from head to toe. “Damn, Cindy, I think you look better now than you did then. The years have been kind to you, to say the least.”

              Trista threw her head back, appreciating the compliment even though she didn't want to. The truth was she did have a better body now than she did six years ago. She'd spent countless hours in the gym once she'd gotten married, and it was paying off with a sculpted body women ten years younger than her age of twenty-nine would envy.

              “My name is Trista,” she said defiantly.

              “You'll always be Cindy to me,” Ed said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. Trista wondered somewhere deep inside if this slug of man had once had actual feelings for her.

              Trista went to her knees immediately and began to unbuckle his pants. “Let's just get this over with,” she said.

              Ed grinned. “Eager little thing, aren't you? Hell, for this kind of enthusiasm I'll even call you Trista.”

              Trista ignored him and pulled his pants down as he removed his shirt and jacket. She tugged down his boxers, and his cock sprang out, already stiffening from her nudity. She was taken aback for a second due to his size. He was much larger than either Esteban or Geoff. It was something she'd forgotten, but now her memory was returning.

              Ed finished undressing and stood before her, both of them totally nude now. He was still very scrawny, and his cock looked out of place on his skinny body. She wrapped her hand around its girth and began stroking it, wondering if she'd be able to get away with a handjob.

              “Mmm that's it, jack that dick,” Ed said, and once again Trista was taken back. She hated remembering that time of her life, and the thought of once again sucking this pimp's dick was not appealing to her at all. However, she had to admit he seemed a lot cleaner than she had expected. The fact that he at least showered was a big plus in this situation.

              She stroked it harder and faster, feeling it harden in her hand. She put both hands around the shaft and began to work it so hard her arms were getting sore, trying her best to get him off before she had to do more. After a few minutes, however, he still hadn't come even though his cock was rock hard.

              “I want to feel your mouth on it now. Let me see if those oral skills still hold up,” Ed said, running his fingers through her long, blond hair which was still wet from the shower.