Page 60 of Redemption (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #4)

But fuck me if this stupid machine won’t zoom in any further to give me the verifiable confirmation I need.

Over-pixelated piece of shit. I was able to get a closer look at one of the guys back at Tryon, but the only definable characteristic I could make out was the baseball cap he wore.

Now that I know more about who I’m looking for, I can almost confirm that man was Jax.

Not only was he built like a brick wall, just like in the old days, but, out of the four of us, he was the only one who loved wearing his baseball caps to the point where it was a regular occurrence.

This guy has darker hair like Jax does, but he looks smaller—less muscular—and is missing his signature hat.

Unfortunately, without better machinery, I have no idea if he’s one of them or someone else entirely.

But it doesn’t matter either way because, a second later, the man heads inside just as Alessandra’s pacing abruptly stops.

Having apparently come to a conclusion she’s satisfied with, her hands go to her hips as her stance widens, her demeanor full of resounding conviction.

“That settles it, then. We’ll just have to go ahead with my original plan: sneak in, see what we can find on foot, kick some ass, find the guys, and race the hell outta there like our asses are on fire. ”

She grins and gives a double thumbs-up to the tree on our left while I lift a skeptical eyebrow over my shoulder at her. “Yeah, uh... hate to break it to you, babe. Even if you are looking all sexy with your neon windbreaker get-up, that’s not happening.”

Her hands tighten into fists, falling from her hips as she stalks just a bit closer, an unspoken threat looming over me. “What do you mean, that’s not happening ?”

I hate to burst her bubble when she’s obviously proud of her suggestion, but, in the spirit of keeping her as safe as possible, I must. “Walking in there like you own the place, searching for people they just, for lack of a better term, kidnapped, isn’t going to end well.

Not to mention, you’re not going to be sneaking around anywhere in that. ”

Head tilting to the left— very far to the left—she huffs disagreeably, waiting for me to elaborate.

I try to contain my amusement as I set the command for the drone to return to me before placing the controller down on the ground.

Maintaining her focus, I lift my hands in front of my face.

My eyebrows may or may not lift sarcastically during the entire charade as I float my gaze from my hands to her face and back again.

Sticking my fingers together, I point the tips down to the ground and shuffle them as if they were legs.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.”

Her stern gaze crumples as her face morphs, letting out a loud, snorting guffaw. Unable to control myself a second longer, I tilt onto my side, meeting the ground with a slight thud as I join her, laughing my ass off at the visual I created as well as her reaction to it.

When Alessandra’s able to breathe again without snorting like an adorable little piglet, her arms lift at her sides before they smack right back down onto the synthetic fabric hugging her gorgeous thighs.

The jarring movement makes an audible swish as her hands make contact, further proving my point.

I barely contain my own retorting snort as she grits her teeth in response.

Tilting her head back, she looks to the sky and groans.

Her lips purse extra tightly, and then, a second later, she mutters through her clenched teeth, “Goddammit, he’s right,” before coming to sit down next to me.

“Ok, asshole. Fair point. So, what do you propose we do, then?”

Anxiety creeps in as I rake my fingers through my hair.

With all the loose ends we have to contend with, I’m unsure if we’re even going to be able to successfully pull off this mission, but I’m determined to do anything within my power to see her happy again and my friends—if they are, in fact, my friends and not coincidentally named the same just to fuck with my crumbling psyche—safe and out of that festering community.

Unfortunately, she’s not going to be happy with what I’m about to tell her.

In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion she might want to castrate me after all is said and done.

But I promised her I’d help and keep her safe until I’m no longer able.

This is just another part of that vow. And after learning who she’s trying to rescue, I’m even more adamant about keeping to it.

If they were aware of what she wanted to do, I’m sure they’d react the same way.

So, I, at least, need to try. Knowing I might not be able to see my balls again after this, I brace myself for the impending torrent that’s about to be rained down upon me, strategically positioning my palms directly in front of my dick.

She’s done it before; I’m sure she’ll try to do it again.

“Maybe...,” I gauge her reaction, seeing skepticism but lacking outright hostility, so I continue, “Maybe I should go in and have a look around tonight,” but stop right there because if I say the rest, she might actually kill me.

My nuts slowly begin to creep northward, almost as if they sense the threat and are trying to hide within my abdominal cavity just in case she actually does do something drastic in response.

At my hesitation, she silently rises to her feet and proceeds to take measured, taunting steps until she stops right in front of me.

I start to rise as well, but an uncharacteristic growl comes tumbling from Alessandra’s chest. The ominous sound instantly terrifies me, stopping me in my tracks when I get to my knees to instead settle onto my heels.

She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing as she bends at the waist, looking completely domineering and.

.. sexy as hell. Our faces are only inches away from one another when she licks her lips, drawing my gaze directly to her tongue as it leisurely glides across her plump flesh before retreating back into her mouth.

Oh, fuck.

My dick instantly thickens in response. It’s as if it’s drawn to her, reaching out, begging for her attention, but she doesn’t seem to care less about the miserable torture I’m going through in response to her radiant power.

As her penetrating gaze maps the lines and marks around my face, I wonder if she knows she’s rendered me powerless to her desires.

That I’d do anything for her just to keep this line of attention from severing.

She could tell me to lick her muddy boots right now, and I’d gladly shine the bastards until they looked brand new.

She could send me to my own death and I’d thank her for meticulously assigning the executioner with me in mind.

Regardless of if she means it to be, in my mind this act of domination and submission is something else. Something... more .

Don’t stop. Please, for the love of God, don’t stop.

With just a look, she’s made my cock fucking hard as steel. I’ve loved this woman for years, but this just puts the icing on the cake. I don’t think I’ve been this turned on since...

Holy fucking shit.

In the next second, everything changes. Her face hardens.

Furious outrage fills her gaze. And then that darn pointer finger lifts, hitting its mark as it digs into my sternum.

Her voice drips with venom and vengeance as she says, “I swear to every deity out there, if you think you’re going to leave my ass here and go in without me because you think I’m some dainty little princess who’s going to be safer here than with you, you’re going to have to tie me to a fucking tree and hope the zombies don’t eat my ass before you get back because I refuse to be put in a fucking cage, Darius Ramón Cruz! ”

Oh, fuck me, she used my middle name, too. Even used that tantalizing tongue of hers to roll the R.

Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say, ma’am.

A vision of her in a bedroom setting, doing almost exactly this, filters into my mind.

Her leg is raised in front of me, a five-inch stiletto pressing against my chest as I kneel at her feet—a silent command to lace them up and kiss her toes while I’m at it.

The gesture, combined with my eager submission, stirs something deep within me as I fall to her majesty.

The fantasy morphs into one where she’s forcing my face in between her legs, holding me down with her palm on the back of my head while using me for all I’m worth.

Her thick thighs bracket my face, and I willingly let her suffocate me as she comes long and hard under the greedy direction of my tongue.

Another transition descends, leading me through my madness.

I’m suddenly tied to a bed as she tortures me with her mouth.

She licks. Sucks. Teases. Nips. Chokes herself as she swallows my entire length down her throat.

Again and again. She edges me to the brink before backing off to watch my cock twitch its insanity before restarting all over again.

The only words escaping my lips are, “Yes, Mi Alma. Anything for you, My Soul.”

My dick pulses with the rhythm I crave to spear into her. The desire to worship her as she deserves, to have her coming around my fingers, and tongue, and cock consumes me, blocking out everything else. It’s—

Clarity hits me a moment later.

Shit.

Fuck.

Wait just a fucking second. No, not whatever you say, ma’am . What the fuck am I thinking? Easy, I’m not . She’s got me by the dick—and balls—and if I don’t do something quick, she’s gonna find out and use that little weakness against me ‘til the cows come home.

“Al...,” I begin, shaking my head slightly as to not enrage her further, “...you don’t know what they do there. Regardless of what you might think happens, you have no idea.”

She doesn’t back down an inch, however, maintaining her towering stance over me as I lay everything I’ve been through at her feet.