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Pew.

The silencer on my rifle concealed another kill.

“I’ve got next, Boss,” Raquim whispered into the comm device.

“Lay low. Save your bullets to save her in case I get in a jam.”

“No fun,” he groaned.

“This isn’t fun, Raq. This is war.”

Pew.

Another one fell to his death.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

Bullets ripped through my targets one after the other.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

“Alright, I’m going in.”

I used the access point I’d created through the professional landscaping design of the yard. Gates covered the entire compound, but there were a few weak spots that were patched with greenery, specifically bushes. I’d found them with ease.

There were three in total. I was perched behind one. Raquim was on the other side of the estate, posted behind the second one. The third one was at the very back of the property. We’d already cleared it out. There was nothing breathing back there but the plants.

“I’m right behind you.”

My legs moved swiftly across the lawn. I stepped over the corpses that had fallen victim to my wrath. I reached the door and pushed it open with ease. Instead of entering, I waited for the first fool to exit. Baffled, one of the soldiers stepped out onto the porch.

I pulled him close, let my rifle fall by my side, and dug into his flesh with my knife. I covered his mouth to conceal his despair. When his body grew limp, I laid him on the ground gently and waited for my next victim .

One by one, I cleared every Colombian soldier placed to disable threats to their boss until I reached their boss. Beside him lay my precious Princess. Unclothed. Unbothered. And, unconscious.

I composed myself. She was so beautiful, but she was so fucking difficult to understand. How someone could be flawed and flawless at once was baffling, but there lie the example. She was unlike anyone I’d ever encountered and she was mine. I just needed her to understand it .

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. It hadn’t been a full forty-eight hours since I’d been in her sweet embrace. I wanted to give her the space she needed to rest and reset. Malaya and I had been reluctant to leave without her, but we packed our bags and made our way to Berkeley regardless.

I didn’t expect the call I’d gotten and I didn’t expect to be in another country dragging her pretty ass out of another nigga’s crib. But, I didn’t regret a second of the time she’d made me waste. I’d do that shit all over again if it came down to it. Roulette needed the lesson she’d just been given.

Judging by the smile on her face as she massaged her temple, it wasn’t the only lesson she needed. I stood up and headed to the back of the place where a door separated the bedroom from the rest of the cabin.

“Roulette!”

Her ass lifted from the seat as my voice boomed through the cabin. It had caught her off guard. When she turned toward me, her eyes had grown a size bigger between her swollen eyelids. How she was even more irresistible in distress was beyond me.

I pulled my head toward the door, demanding she follow me. She was out of her seat and headed down the aisle within seconds. Once we were both on the other side of the cabin, I slid the door toward the right, closing us inside. With a single twist of the handle, I locked the door.

By the time I turned around, Roulette was already out of my garment and sitting on the bed, marinating the sheets in her juices. I rounded the bed and pulled the cuffs away from the rail while grabbing her right arm.

She watched silently as I cuffed her wrist and made my way to the other side of the bed. I repeated the same steps with her left hand. Her back pressed against the pillows. With both of her hands restricted, she grew concerned.

“Israel?”

“What?”

I hated how beautiful she was. I hated how much I’d missed her every second I was gone. And, I hated I hadn’t answered her call when she tried contacting me. I was in prayer with my father, and by the time I returned to my cell, there were several missed calls after hers.

I never noticed she was on the list of missed calls because her contact was a row of red hearts. The alarming red around names and numbers that let me know I’d missed a call didn’t show up for her contact.

“We didn’t– I didn’t have– I went to sleep,” she explained.

“Cause you knew better,” I scolded. “Now shut the fuck up, Princess.”

I stuffed her mouth with a towel from the duffel on the side of the bed. Her pebbled nipples peaked from the cool air. I restrained them both.

“Ahhh fuck.”

The red nipple clamps tightened as I twisted them on the side, not stopping until Roulette was squirming uncontrollably.

“Urgh.”

Her arousal was obnoxious. It scented the air. It flared my nostrils. It hardened my dick.

The red rose I removed from the bag made Roulette whimper and it hadn’t even touched her yet.

“My intentions were to take you on a date when I got back. Feed you well. Get some drinks in your system. And, then take you to the highest point of Clarke to unleash all the pent up stress you’ve been dealing with trying to secure that fucking land, taking on my shit so gracefully, and becoming something to Malaya that she truly needed.

“But, we didn’t get through the weekend, Princess. We didn’t even get through Saturday before you were showing your whole ass. Quite literally. So, this is going to go much differently than I imagined. All of these fun things I’ve purchased won’t be so much fun once we’re finished.”

I powered on the device and pressed it against her pussy. Her body lifted from the bed. Her eyes closed. And, animalistic sounds left her throat. I pushed the power button again, intensifying the vibration.

She was a control freak. Stripping her of control would cripple her. Yet, it would make for the best release. She needed to understand that she could relinquish control in my presence. I’d make sure she was good each and every time. She was the priority. Her satisfaction. Her comfort. Her desires.

“Mmm Mmmmmmmm!”

Roulette’s limbs stiffened as she grinded her hips against the vibration, finally giving into her fate. Her eyebrows lowered. So did her eyelids. Through hooded eyes, she looked down at me, pleading to be freed. I lacked remorse. Instead of freeing her, I pressed the power button again.

Her eyes widened, but her hips never stopped moving. Tears slid down the sides of her face.

“Mmmm,” she cried out. “Mmmmm!”

Her pipes burst as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Roulette exploded. Her ejaculation covered the rose, my hand, and my arm.

Her body rocked back and forward, reeling from the orgasm. Before she had a chance to recover, I placed it back on her clit.

“Mmmmm!”

My dick felt like dried cement in my pants. It had stiffened to the point of pain. Saving her meant freeing myself. I decided to give her the break she desperately craved although it was the very last thing I wanted to do.

I loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I pushed them to my ankles and then to the floor. In the mess that Roulette had made, I kneeled. I pushed her legs forward until they touched the headboard.

The prettiest pussy stared back at me in high definition. I tapped my dick against her swollen pearl. She flinched from the torturous blow to her sensitivity.

“Mm.”

I slid into her with ease.

“Mmmmmmm.”

Her spine arched, lifting the middle of her body from the bed. She was feeding me her pussy. I accepted every inch of her depth. It was magnetic. So was her body. So was her mind. So was her heart. And, I couldn’t get enough of either of them.

Shit .

She was soaked. My chances of lasting more than a few minutes were slim to none. I powered the rose up again, pressing it against her. She yelped in pure, intense pleasure.

Slowly, I stroked her pussy until we’d both settled somewhere between delusion and oblivion. She came. And, she came again. And, I allowed her to. The contractions of her pussy pulled me deeper, working overtime to extract my semen. I was ready to hand it over.

My dick was sloppy wet. So were the sheets beneath us. I snatched the towel from her mouth and tossed it on the bed. Flushed with pleasure, her face contorted with gratitude.

“Who this pussy for, Princess?”

“Yours.”

“Who do you belong to, Princess?”

“You.”

“Who this dick for, Princess?”

“Meeeee–”

“Don’t ever forget that shit,” I groaned, releasing my load into her oasis.

“Israel.”

I uncuffed her and watched her fall flat against the bed. I redressed, taking the shirt I’d let her wear as well. There was a duffle bag full of her belongings and the keys to her vehicle.

“See you in a month, Princess,” I announced as I exited.

She could hardly keep her eyes open. She wouldn’t last very long. Neither would the flight. In a few hours we’d be touching the ground.

Seven days had passed and I was slowly regretting waking up each day without Roulette next to me. However, she needed the lesson this situation was teaching her. And though I fought against the urge to go snatch her ass up and bring her to my bed every night, I always won in the end and took my ass to sleep.

The black Yukon made a complete stop in front of the storage unit where Raquim and I stood. I nodded, assuring Raquim it was okay for him to go back to his whip. The door opened and I wasn’t surprised to see a face that resembled Roulette’s behind the tint.

Silently, he extended a hand. I accepted it, shaking firmly before folding my hands in front of me.

“Safe travels?”

“Very safe,” I responded.

“Good. Good. And, Roulette?”

“Roulette is Roulette.”

“True enough.”

“She’s recovering, I assume.”

“She’s a Childers. She didn’t need time to recover. That’s life as she knows it.”

I nodded, agreeing with his logic.

“And, Matías?”

“Cold. Organs missing by now. Somewhere being preserved for a celebration of his life and death, I suppose.”

“Sounds delightful. Your safety?”

“Secure. Made the entire thing give the impression of a rival’s retaliation or attempt to end their competition once and for all. Most will rejoice. Only some will dig deeper. There’s nothing they’ll find that’ll lead them back to me or back to her.”

“So, you have his supply?”

“And money. I don’t care for either.”

“Give it to her– the money .”

That was the plan. However, she was in trouble at the moment. She wouldn’t touch a dollar until I was ready for her to.

“ The Handler can clean it and make sure it doesn’t trace back to either of you. As for the cocaine?”

I lowered my body to lift the gate of the storage. Piled to the ceiling in the ten by twenty unit was bricks. All white bricks .

A whistle escaped The Chemist’s frame. Fairly impressed with the contents of the storage, he nodded.

“And you’re sure you don’t have any use for this? You’re sitting on nearly a billion dollars broken down, here.”

“Then buy them, because I have no interest in selling them to anyone else. I’m retired.”

“I’m no drug dealer, Israel.”

“But you’re a Chemist.”

“I am.”

“And these are your test subjects.”

“I’ll be testing until they day I die with all of th–”

“Do you want the bricks?”

“I do. In fact. While I’m not at liberty to have them all to myself. I know someone who knows exactly what to do with them.”

“Give him a call. He can have these motherfuckers right now.”

He placed a finger in the air and retrieved his cell. There were a few taps on the screen before he placed it up to his ear. Within seconds, he’d received an answer.

“Kofi,” he greeted the caller on the other line, “Your brother is on vacation with his wife. I need you to get Killian and your biggest cage. Some birds have gotten loose. They need you.”

He ended the call and stepped forward. Instead of extending his hand, he pulled me in for a hug. “Welcome to the family.”

As quickly as he’d come, he was leaving. Before he stepped up and into the Yukon, he turned around, staring at me from the short distance.

“Do right by her. And, stand your ground. That girl will run you into the nut house if you let her.”

“Say less.”