Forging Steel (Steel Riders MC Book 3) (9 page)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The black Hummer
was nearly an exact copy of the ones they had taken out to the airstrip earlier, all the way down to the molded chain license plate frame. As expected, none of the guards gave Hank a second glance as he drove it up the drive of Orlin’s hacienda and parked it right in front of the main doors. The place was manned by a skeleton crew anyway, since all of the staff and most of the guards had been moved to the La Jolla house. Juan, Orlin’s son, was with Maria, the boy’s nanny. Just to be safe, however, Hank pulled out his Glock and chambered a round, holding it down to his side as he walked down the familiar hall to his own room.

In his room, he grabbed his overnight canvas gym bag and stuffed it with the watches, jewelry, and cash he had in the drawers, leaving the clothing. He also put his laptop into the bag. Then he left the room and made his way to the master bedroom.

As he came around the bend in the hallway, he came face to face with Agent Fowles, DEA, who had in his hands two large, nylon duffel bags, which appeared to be full. He was about fifteen feet away. Fowles dropped the bags and went for his gun. Hank had no option. He lifted his arm and shot Fowles three times in the chest.

Walking over to the dying agent, he said, “You’re an idiot. I would have let you pass if you hadn’t drawn on me.”

The agent only had a moment to look confused before he died.

Hank hurried on to the master bedroom and found a dead guard at the door. Guessing that this was Fowles’s doing, he knocked on the door and then opened it slowly. “Sibel?”

The girl came out of the bathroom area cautiously. “Si, I am Sibel.”

In Spanish, Hank told her, “Your grandfather sent me. We will be leaving shortly. Grab what you wish to bring.” Then he went to Orlin’s dressing desk and pulled out the jewelry, watches, and anything else of value, along with his late wife’s jewelry. It might be awhile before money would be available from the sales, if they were able to get the cargo at all.

“I am ready,” the girl said after Hank was finished raiding the bedroom.

“Good. Carry this, and let’s go,” he told her, handing her the canvas bag.

Hank’s next stop was in the safe room next door. He found only two banded stacks of one hundred-dollar bills lying on the floor. The safe had been emptied. He pocketed the stacks. They moved quickly back down the hallway, and he stopped in the office area. He looked at the desk. On the desk was a completely filled out marriage license stating that Sibel was married to Orlin.

“Did you sign this?” Orlin asked.

“No, I do not wish to be married to him,” she told Hank.

“Hmmm, maybe you do, now,” he said with a smile.

“Why?”

“Well, because he has unfortunately passed away, and so, this house will become yours,” he told her.

“Si?”

“That is, if you wish to have this home. Perhaps you could give it to your grandfather if you have bad memories of this place,” Hank suggested.

She looked at him, and then said, “Perhaps I wish to be married to him after all.”

Hank took the license and searched the desk for anything else of interest. Finding only another laptop, he left that and hurried with her back into the hall, gun at his side, but ready.

When they reached Fowles, Hank picked up the bags and checked them. Seeing they were filled with the money from the safe, he carried them both in his left hand.

At the main door, he told Sibel to wait until he had loaded the bags in the car. “There will probably be shooting, but don’t be scared. Just run and jump into the back when I come back for you.”

“Si,” she said.

“Good,” he said, and gave her a smile.

He loaded the bags, tossing them across the back seat to the other side of the Hummer without incident. It was only when he came back out with the girl, running to jump into the back seat and close the door, that he heard, “Alto! Stop!” from the rooftops.

Hank ignored them and jumped into the driver’s seat. He fired up the engine, slammed the big personnel carrier into reverse, and powered it back out of the drive, heading for the street. Shots hit the hood, and he cursed as he saw the gate was closing. Slamming his foot to the floor, he crashed through the partially open gate with a screech of twisting metal. He pulled out into the street, where he put the Hummer into drive and left the area as fast as he could.

“Are you alright?” he asked after he had made two turns and was out of the area.

“Si, I am not hurt,” she told him.

“Want to sit up here in front?”

“Okay,” she said with a smile. She climbed up into the passenger seat and buckled in. “I never get to sit up here. The guards always sit up here. I like this much better.”

They were out of El Cajon and nearly to Lakeside when she said, “Now that I am a rich widow, perhaps you could marry me. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“That would be very nice, Sibel, but unfortunately I have given my heart to someone else and I am unavailable.”

“That is too bad,” she pouted.

“Yes, but you are a rich widow, so handsome men are going to be at your door in no time.”

“Handsome men are already at my door because I am grandfather’s favorite. None of them impress me, though,” she sighed. “Besides, do not tell my grandfather, but I think I am a gay.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I did not like the sex with Orlin at all.”

“Did he touch you yesterday?”

“No, no, he said not until after the wedding, but I wasn’t looking forward to that either.”

“I don’t think you should measure his taking of you last time as real sex. You may find it much more pleasant with someone you
wish
to sleep with.”

“Si?”

“I would at least wait for better information,” he suggested.

“Hmm, okay. Grandfather would not be happy if I was a gay. So, I will take your advice,” she decided.

Hank smiled and put his phone into the handsfree setup the Hummer had on the dash. He dialed Rivera.

“Bueno?”

“I have your granddaughter with me. If you give me an address in Tijuana to take her to, I would be happy to deliver her. And by the way, it appears that she is a rich widow now with a hacienda in El Cajon and two houses on the coast.”

“No,” Rivera said, and then what could only be the sound of a gunshot came through the speakers. “Now she is a rich widow. I can’t thank you enough, Hank. You have truly been a blessing to me. I will give you an address. And by the way, you are free and clear of any reprisals. All of the lieutenants are accounted for.”

Hank put the address into the GPS system. He continued to Lakeside to drop off his spoils before he headed south to Mexico. Explaining all of the cash and other items to the Border Patrol on the way back would be difficult.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Cynthia woke to Hank’s ringtone at four in the morning.

“Yes? Hank?”

“Where are you?”

“Spending the night with James. Where are you?”

“About to come up to the house. After that, I’m going to Mexico to drop off a young lady named Sibel, who was kidnapped and wants to go home.”

“Oh. Um, speaking of the house, we had some visitors yesterday.”

“I heard, and last I heard they were all dead.”

Cyn bit her lip. “Yes, all dead. But the house is, well … I had to use the hand grenade in the nightstand at the bottom of the stairs, so watch for the hole in the floor there, and I had to fire an Uzi through the bathroom wall into the stairwell. Also, the concussion grenades I took off the bad guys and set off on the patio broke just about every dish you own and most of the widows and — stop laughing, James, this is serious — anyway, Hank, it’s a mess. Oh, and all the guns laid out on the bed are mine. So is the cash and jewelry on the pool table.”

“So, to sum up,” Hank said, “you wrecked my house and spent the night with another man.”

“Ah, after having sex with a woman this morning, yes,” she added.

“I see. And how are you going to make this up to me?”

“I was thinking of the same thing you got Wednesday night, only with more enthusiasm on my part.”

“I’m on speakerphone dear,” Hank interrupted, and Cyn heard the sound of girlish giggles. “But yes, that sounds very inviting, if all parties are willing.”

“I’m sure they are, but I’ll check and get back to you.”

They said goodbye. She broke the connection and then slapped James on the arm. “Shut up! Can we go yet?”

“You and Daphne are having sex?”

“Yes,” she sighed, “but if you tell anyone, I’ll poke your amazingly sexy ass with a pin and not even feel bad about it at all.”

“Mum’s the word,” James said. “And yes, I think we can sneak out of here now, or at least give it a try.”

He used the night vision goggles to head down the trail again, onto the main fire road, and then out to the highway, where he took them off and turned on the lights. Cyn called Knight and told him they were almost there.

Knight and Boston were waiting. She gave them both a hug, and then loaded her new toys into the Hummer before getting in.

“Wow, twenty-four hours and I’ve gone from freelance editor to fucking Rambo,” she said to Boston as she jumped into the passenger seat. Knight had already chosen to sit in back with James.

“Any word from Hank?” Knight asked.

“Yes, and all good words,” Cyn told him. “He made a date with me tonight at his house, so maybe it’s even better than we hoped for, since he doesn’t feel like he needs to bug out today.”

“That sounds very hopeful, yes,” Knight agreed. “Where is he now?”

“On his way to Mexico to drop off a girl who was kidnapped. I don’t know the whole story on that, but apparently it is highly important,” Cyn told him.

“Well, with border crossing traffic, he probably won’t be back until noon, then, so tell him that we’ll get together tomorrow to debrief and figure out our next steps,” Knight told her.

“Will do,” Cyn said. “Boston? Could you drop me off at Daphne’s place? I want to check in on her and relieve Sally.”

“Don’t see a problem with that,” Boston agreed. “Do you think she’ll want to go for a ride on Saturday?”

“Yes, Boston, I do. And I think you should take off the kid gloves with her. She’s a big girl,” Cyn told him.

“Well, she’s been through a lot—”

“Yes, she has. Hence the
big girl
title. She can take it. I think you should take her for a ride straight to your place and carry her over the threshold and straight into your bedroom,” Cyn told him.

“And from Rambo to Dr. Ruth,” Knight laughed.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Cyn would always recall that day as the day she was nearly sexed to death in twenty-four hours.

Daphne, finding her sleeping beside her when she woke up, had her way with Cyn for nearly two hours. After that, they had breakfast and went to Hank’s house.

Erik was there. He had replaced all the broken windows and was looking over the rest of the damage. He left about an hour later while they were in the bath together.

Hank came home about an hour after that, and then he and Daphne had their way with her for another two hours.

They had to go out to dinner, because there were no dishes in the kitchen any longer except for one coffee mug that said,
I love Mondays
, which Hank was far too happy about (in Cyn’s opinion).

After dinner, they made it through half of a DVD sitting on the couch before both she and Daphne were undressed and sharing Hank’s cock in a deep throating contest.

Hank then took them upstairs for a three-hour session, which was prolonged because he tied them both to the same bedpost and then massaged their asses and thighs with his large hands and coconut oil until both of them were offering all sorts of pleasures and servitudes.

Cyn’s offer to go down on Daphne for his viewing pleasure won out, which she did, willingly, while Daphne was still tied to the bedpost. As soon as Daphne was writhing in orgasmic joy, Hank fucked Cyn to a wild orgasm from behind while she lay on Daphne with her face buried in her breasts.

In the morning, Hank fucked them both slowly and lovingly, one after the other, climaxing with Cyn. Then Cyn, while Hank went for a shower, gave Daphne her fantasy of real, honest, loving lesbian sex with her for nearly an hour.

“Boston wants to take you for a ride today,” she told Daphne as they cuddled together afterward.

“I really like him. He’s a good man. I know most girls go for the bad boys, but I’ve been with a bad boy, and it wasn’t much fun after awhile. I think Boston will be good to me, and I would try to be very good to him, if he would let me.”

“I told him to take you for a ride to his house and then take you to bed,” Cyn told her.

“You did?”

“Yes,” Cyn admitted.

“You think I’m that kind of girl?” Daphne asked.

“I think you are for Boston, yes,” Cyn told her.

“Oh, well, that’s true,” Daphne agreed.