Page 15 of Fall of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #3)

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RIOT

I t wasn't fair that I had to go into town with Cash.

Why couldn't Arsen go, and I could explain what we figured out so far to Ali?

She was my wife, not theirs. Even if she was their girl too.

Wife trumps girlfriend. Crossing my arm over my chest, I sit in the passenger seat pouting while glaring out the window at all the passing trees.

This was stupid; couldn't we just order shit online?

Okay, that was a stupid thought. We are in hiding and trying to lay low.

Any good hacker would be able to track online orders, but that doesn't mean I should have to like leaving Ali.

We stay quiet the entire drive to town until we reach the outskirts.

Cash finally breaks the silence with a cool tone.

"While we are here, let's make a few calls.

I'll call a few contacts of mine and see what things are being said with our sudden absence.

If you can reach out to your cartel connections and see if they would be willing to set up a meeting to discuss a future partnership.

" I give him a nod as he pulls into a small shopping center that holds a few stores.

"I'll grab the food and other supplies. Can you manage clothes for Ali? " I scoff at the question.

"Yeah, but grab some cookies. The frosted animal ones. Ali likes those. Oh, and garlic bread, she loves that." He rolls his eyes, but I shrug, knowing he will get them for her.

"Meet back here in 30." I wave him away, heading for the clothing store while pulling out my phone and dialing Marco Flores, the head of the Los Banditos Cartel and the Hellfire south source for drugs and guns. He answers on the third ring.

His heavily accented voice fills my ears as I start heading to the women's section. "Not many people have this number. So, start by identifying yourself."

I grin. "Now, now, Marco, is that how you talk to all your friends?" There's a deep chuckle before he responds.

"Riot, mi amigo. How have you been?” He lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle before adding, “I've heard many rumors about you lately." I let out my own chuckle as I start grabbing clothes I know my wife will like and adding them to the cart.

"I'm sure you have, but this is not a social call." He lets out a hum as if expecting that. "Me and my brothers have a business proposition for you. One I think you will want to hear."

We discuss an in-person meeting place and time before reminding him that this was always the plan: working with me and not my father.

Really it was a reminder that details of our future meeting and business should not get back to my father, or there would be consequences.

Do I really want to take on the cartel head on?

No. Will I if they fuck up our plans? Fuck yes.

Marco knows I don’t like people who can’t keep their word and knows crossing me wouldn’t be in his best interest. Plus, he has mentioned that he feels my father is doing other shady deals on the side, which Marco doesn’t appreciate.

The conversation doesn’t take long, both of us prefer to get straight to business.

With the meeting set for a few weeks from now, I finish shopping, grabbing a few extra things for me and the guys as well.

I meet Cash back at the SUV, checking his bags to make sure he grabbed Ali some treats before loading up to make our way back to the cabin.

Neither of us wants to be split up for too long.

The drive back feels like it took twice as long, but it gave Cash and me time to discuss our earlier calls.

I let him know Marco agreed to hear us out.

Cash’s calls went similarly. We had already discussed calling for a meeting of all the major players our fathers do business with.

Before a few weeks ago, they were also under the impression we would be taking over and stepping in to make any future dealings.

I think they had a feeling our fathers were moving pieces to make a power play, but they underestimated us. As usual.

When we finally pull up to the cabin, I do a quick sweep of the woods.

We wait a few minutes, watching and waiting, but when we are sure we weren’t followed, we grab all the bags and head inside.

I put a little pep in my step when I enter, ready to surprise my little beasty with cookies and some super soft fuzzy socks that I found, but as the door swings open, no one is there waiting for me.

I frown, dropping off the bags on the counter before peeking into Ali’s room, expecting her to be sleeping soundly.

A moment of panic sweeps through my body, the worst case scenarios fill my mind when I spot a foot on the bathroom floor.

Stepping forward, I glance around the corner to see Arsen on the floor, a sleeping Ali curled up in his lap.

Her eyes are red rimmed and puffy, like she has been crying recently.

Narrowing my eyes, I take a step forward, ready to rip my little wife away from him, when Cash stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

Arsen quickly explains what is going on and why they are sitting here, but my annoyance doesn’t wane.

I knew I shouldn’t have left her. We knew there was a chance of PTSD because the fucker beat the shit out of her before carving into her flesh, all while spewing vile venom at her.

Then he threw her out in front of Shane’s gym like a piece of trash.

I know it was to lead her to us, to get our location with a tracker under her skin, but by doing so, he jumped to the top of my kill list. The only reason I haven’t hunted him down is because Ali needs me.

Also, Cash and Arsen holding me back and being all rational, but mostly because she needs me.

Cash and I both reach out to take Ali, but Arsen shoos us away as he stands and walks Ali to the bed.

None of us leave her immediately, all just watching her, and I’m glad we did.

It’s like she knew we were all watching her as she opens her eyes and tells Arsen she needs him.

I grumble under my breath; I’m jealous she is asking him to make her feel something, but I can be patient.

Wait my turn. I can get Arsen wants to turn her down, thinking she’s not ready, but she is. I get it, she needs to feel them.

All it takes is for me to volunteer to take his back to make him cave.

Then she is naked and Arsen gets to work.

I move to the chair set in the corner, undoing my pants and taking a seat and getting comfortable.

I have the best view in the room as Cash leans against the doorframe, eyes just as focused on Ali as everyone else.

My hand reaches for my cock as Arsen begins to kiss down Ali’s body, her body arching into his touch until he finally reaches her pussy.

He teases her until she can’t take it and demands for him to give her what she needs.

He doesn’t wait for her to beg more as he leans forward and gives Ali what she wants.