Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1) (6 page)

Chapter Thirteen

"Is there a reason why I have to put up with you? Or are you just being you?"

His grin became crueler. "Pack some of your things, enough for a three day stay at the beach." He ordered. "Boss wants us to meet him there."

"Where is there?" she asked sighing, not very happy with the idea of going anywhere with the man on front of her.

"A private island on the Caribbean, it belongs to a friend of the boss." He answered.

"And couldn’t he come back here for me?" she asked, showing her displeasure.

"Why would he? He's a very busy man, he has no time to waste on his fuck toys, beyond necessary." Despise in his voice was more than obvious.

"Of course." She sighed. Well, those reminders would serve her good. They would let her keep her head closer to the ground and her heart away from any of this. She was his fuck toy and she knew that whenever he got tired of her he would discard her and walk away without looking back. "When do we have to leave?"

"As soon as you get ready, and don’t make me wait too much."

She put down her fork and got up. "I'll be ready in half an hour."

"Good."

She went back to her room and she put a few clothes in one of the suitcases Jordan had bought her.

"Señorita, are you ready? Do you need any help?" Joanne's voice startled her. She was changing into clean clothes after the quick shower she had taken, when the other woman open the door to the room, catching her still naked.

Ashley looked at her, flustered, standing with her panties in her hands. "Joanne…"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have barged right in." Joanne said with a naughty smile, but for Ashley's chagrin she didn’t leave. She finished entering and closing the door behind her. "El señor Wilson is getting impatient. Is there anything I can do to help you?" she asked as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Taking a deep breath, Ashley put on her panties and bra. "No, I guess I have all I need."

"Did you pack a couple of night dresses? You might get some guests." Joanne asked, looking at Ashley's suitcase still opened over the bed.

"Do you really think so?"

"It could happen. It's better to be prepared. Let me get them for you."

"Sure." Ashley put on the white summer dress she had chosen for the trip, a pair of white sandals, some light makeup and she was ready.

"Let's go then. He must be waiting for us." Joanne said with a grin.

"Are you coming with us?" Ashley asked surprised.

"Yes, el señor Jordan asked me to. It seems the house has no personnel, so he asked me to go along." The woman explained.

"What about your daughter?"

"My mother will take care of her."

They went to the hall where Wilson was already waiting for them. He grabbed the suitcase and grunting headed to the SUV waiting for them.

The trip to the airport was short and only a couple of hours later they were landing at the small airport on the island. Another SUV took them to a small marble palace near an amazing beach. They entered the house, escaping the heat just to find Jordan waiting for them in the hall.

"Hey boss." Wilson greeted.

"Wilson, make sure Joanne gets settled in." Jordan ordered, not even looking at him. His eyes were locked on Ashley's.

Wilson snorted. "Yes, boss."

When they were alone, he closed the distance between them, standing just a couple of inches from her. "Hi… did you miss me?" he asked in a low tone.

"Were you away? I didn’t notice…" she lied through her teeth, sounding careless, but her heart was already drumming in her chest.

He laughed, amused, getting another step closer to her. "Are you sure?" his finger traced her cheek and her lips.

"I'm sure…" she persisted in the lie.

He grabbed her by her chin and pulled her face up, taking possession of her lips is a passionate kiss, going deep inside her mouth, battling her tongue over control and conquering it all. His lips only left her when they were both struggling to breath.

He took her by her hand and quickly dragged her to a bedroom at the end of the hall. He closed the door behind her and kissed her again, only pausing to take his t-shirt off.

She moaned against his lips, and surrendered completely to him, inebriated by his touch, his scent and his taste.

Without stopping the kissing, he slowly started to unzip her dress, opening it completely and pushing it down to make it puddle at her feet, exposing her beautiful, round breasts only covered by a white lace bra, to his eyes and hands.

Then, he pushed her against the wall nearby, until her back was leaning on it.

His hands pushed her bra aside, kneading her breasts with his big hands, pulling them closer to his mouth, so that he could kiss and nibble them at will.

His hips pressed her stomach and she could feel the bulge of his hard cock poking her. Her hands went there driven by a desire she had stopped trying to understand. She stroked him a few times over the pants before unbuttoning them and freeing his cock from its prison, making it available to her hands to caress and stroke some more.

Moaning under her touch, he trashed her panties, making way for his fingers, slightly forcing her legs apart. He lapped her lips, her clit, and pushed a finger inside her, relishing in her moans. He worked on her with his finger, then shoving in two, spreading her for him.

"Did you miss me, nena?" he whispered in her ear, pressing both his fingers against her sensitive spot, as his thumb pressed her clit.

She gasped, as shudders ran through her whole body. "No… no…" she teased. He pressed harder and she sobbed. "Oh, god… yes… yes… I missed you so much…"

He took her hands away from his cock, and raising one of her legs he shoved his cock all the way in her tight pussy, stretching her walls even more, opening a passage for him.

He drew it out almost completely just to thrust it back in, hard, before he started to plunge in and out, faster and faster, his face buried in her neck, kissing and nibbling.

She took hold of his head, pulling him closer to her, her fingers running through his hair.

Her moans were now so high, her breath so fast, that her mind was quickly falling in a turmoil of sensations. Her body shuddered so much, and she could feel his shuddering too against hers. With a few more thrusts he pushed her over the edge, jumping right after her, his teeth driven into the tender flesh of her neck, marking her as his and his alone. The orgasm was so powerful they were drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

After a few moments, he carried her to the bed and laid there, one next to the other.

"So, how was your day?" he asked when he recovered his breath.

She giggled. "It was good. I baked cookies and learned how to make Norma's pasta marinara."

"You like to cook?" he asked surprised.

"Yes, it relaxes me. I used to do it in my free time." She explained.

"That's good. Did you bring some of those cookies?" he asked with a naughty smile.

"No, I didn’t even think of it. But I can prepare more if you want." She said, moments before she scolded herself. Why was she being nice to this man? Could she possibly think, deep down, that it could change things for her? Could she be that naïve?

"I don’t think you'll have free time." He said with a grin.

"I guess not."

"Although, right now, I'm busy. Why don’t you give yourself a long bath in the Jacuzzi? I have to talk business with Wilson and Garcia and we'll meet for dinner?" he suggested, jumping out of bed.

"That sounds like a good plan to me." She said, stretching.

He went to the bathroom and returned only a few minutes later, buttoning his pants. He grabbed his t-shirt and put it on, before heading out. "Take care."

Ashley stayed lying in bed for a few minutes thinking of how easily he was able to seduce her. She just hated that. It seemed he only had to touch her and she would melt down.

Maybe she shouldn’t pay so much attention to that fact, but it just bothered her.

Sighing, she jumped out of bed and went looking for the Jacuzzi.

It was on the terrace outside the bedroom and it was so inviting she just couldn’t resist. She soaked her tired body in the warm water and relished in the bubbles and the water jets.

She stayed there for at least half an hour, before she reluctantly left.

She took a shower after it and washed her hair combing it in a loose bun and put on a simple black dress and matching sandals.

When she was done, she went back to the living room. When she was walking through a closed door she was able to hear someone pounding a table.

"No, you can't make me believe they have lost another shipment so soon." It was Jordan's voice, and for some reason, she stopped to listen. "Even someone as stupid as Nicholas Marquez, would have trouble losing another 400 kilos of the purest cocaine in just a few weeks."

"Well, that's what they are claiming." Wilson's voice reached her loud and clear.

"We need to find the truth behind this story. Despite what my father thinks, the whole Marquez family is a danger to our organization, and now I'm starting to think they are causing us losses on purpose."

"Do you think they're stealing the drugs?" Garcia's voice came from a more distant point. "What for?"

"To sell it, dumbass." Wilson ranted.

"If they sell merchandise they claim they have lost to the police or to customs, they don’t need to share the profits with the rest of the group. They get to pocket it themselves." Jordan explained and it was obvious he was barely keeping his temper under control. "Get your best men on this, Wilson. I want to find out what the fuck is going on here."

"I'm on it boss. They have been very careful so far, that's why we haven’t been able to find evidences." Wilson assured.

"I know, I know. All of the others seem to be blind to what's going on here, but I'm sure this isn’t just bad luck or clumsiness." Jordan's tone showed his rage.

"We'll get to the bottom of this, boss, rest assure."

"We better, Wilson, my patience is running short." 

Taking that as a clue that the meeting was ending, Ashley quickly walked to the living room and took a seat on the couch.

Only a few minutes later the three men joined her there.

"Ashley, nena, I'm glad you're already here."

"Have you finished your businesses?" she asked with a faint smile.

"All done for tonight. Can I get you something to drink before dinner?" he smiled but she was able to tell he was still tense.

"Oh, yes, a glass of white wine would be nice."

"Good. I have a Portuguese one here that is my favorite. I'm sure you'll like it." He replied pouring two cups of wine and bringing her one. "Here, try it."

She gave a small sip of the wine and rolled it in her mouth. "Oh, yes it's delicious."

"I'm glad you like it." He took a seat next to her as Wilson and Garcia poured themselves their favorite drinks. "How was the Jacuzzi?" he whispered in her ear.

"Uhm, delicious… the entire tub, just for myself… the bubbles swirling around my naked body…" she answered clearly provoking him. Making him feel as vulnerable as she did to this desire, strangely made her feel better.

"Oh, really? Then it was a real pity I wasn’t there with you." He said, with a grimace.

At that moment, Joanne appeared at the door. "Dinner is ready, señor Jordan. Shall I serve it?"

"Ah, Joanne, yes, please do. I'm suddenly very hungry." He answered, still looking at Ashley, his eyes making it clear he wasn’t talking about food.

"Very well, señor."

They all got up and headed to the table, placed in front of a huge window that looked out to the beach and the sea lightened by millions of stars.

Dinner elapsed through light chitchat, about everything and about nothing, but Ashley could feel the tension in the men assembled at the table. It was obvious they were really upset with the situation she had overheard earlier.

When dinner was over, Jordan took her for a walk on the beach, with their bare feet enjoying the remnant of the day's heat, captured by the golden sands.

"You look distracted today." She couldn’t help asking. She was able to tell how troubled he was, and despite her common sense, she just couldn’t see him like that and stand idly.

"Just a few problems, nothing of concern." He said, dismissing her worries.

"Sometimes talking about it helps. I'm not going anywhere, either way." She suggested.

He let out a dry laugh. "I guess. Maybe an impartial ear will be able to say if I'm overreacting here."

"Well, I'm all ears." She said with a grimace. She knew that knowing more about him and his business wouldn't help her cause, but she felt the need to help him, so she just threw caution to the wind.

He sat down on the sand and pulled her to his lap. "What do you know about General Marquez?"