Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1) (7 page)

Chapter Fourteen

"I know he is now one of the president's ministers, not sure of what, since he changes them so much, it's hard to keep track. Other than that, not much."

"He's minister of Environment right now, and yes he has been in several ministries. Along with my father and three more generals, they created El Cartel. Each one of them control important areas of the national army. My father for instance, controls the National Guard, Marquez controls the army, especially the forces deployed on the borders, Ramirez controls the marines, Suarez the air force and Perez is a retired general now, working the connection in Miami." He explained.

"And added to that, most of them occupy an important position in the government." She added.

"Exactly, so being in control of the borders, and with little or no surveillance at all from the rest of the political forces, they knew it was the right moment to create a massive drug distribution, bringing part of the drugs from Colombia and even Ecuador and Peru, and the rest cultivating it right here in the country. The drugs would enter the country, protected by the guards and it would be shipped to the final destinations: the United States, Canada and Europe, passing some of it through the already existing nets in Honduras and Nicaragua, and the rest directly to Miami or Europe."

"I had no idea what it all involved." She said, astonished with the details.

"This is a huge operation, with a lot of people implicated and on a payroll." He continued. "We don’t provide drugs for national consumption. We leave that to the small organizations that have been operating for decades in the country. We are not interested in that."

"And what is the problem then?" she invited him to continue.

"That I'm sure that Marquez is playing foul. You must have heard on the news that we have lost a few shipments in the last couple of years."

"Yes, I heard some of it."

"In the past, we let the guard capture a few tons of drugs, to show the world we were fighting the drug smuggling, but the drugs were recovered and sent to their buyers with no problems."

"Why I am not surprised to hear that?" she asked ironically. She had always suspected so. Everybody in the country knew the drugs were being handled by the army, so those supposed findings smelled fishy.

He grinned, but didn’t comment. "But, lately, the Marquez family has lost three shipments that they weren’t able to recover, according to what they are saying"

"And you don't think that's the truth?"

"General Marquez doesn’t have children, so he put his nephews in charge of his part of the business. And I know Nicholas isn’t the most brilliant person you'll ever know, but even for him, it would be difficult to lose that amount of merchandise. Besides, Jonathan has all the brains his cousin misses, so it just doesn’t make sense." He punched his own hand, with frustration.  "What makes sense is that they are playing us. They are pretending to lose the drug, a loss that the whole group absorbs, and then they are selling the drug themselves, getting the profit for themselves. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, it does, and yes it's the more logical explanation. And I know what you mean about Nicholas Marquez, the man has serious problems." She answered, remembering the one time her path had crossed with the slimy man. She couldn’t help the shudder of revulsion that ran down her spine.

"But my father is blind. He doesn’t want to think his lifetime friend would be capable of betraying him." He ranted, frustrated.

"And maybe he isn’t, Jordan. You said yourself that Nicholas and Jonathan are the ones handling the Marquez business. Maybe, the general has nothing to do with it, and they're acting on their own." She suggested, trying to look at things from another angle.

"Yes, I guess it's possible."

"Why don’t you investigate them? See if they are getting more money then they should, check the distribution net and see if they have new suppliers… well, I'm sure I don’t need to show you how to do your job."

He let out a small laugh and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. "No, you don’t. but you were right, talking to you helped me."

She smiled, pleased. "I'm glad I was able to be of use."

"Oh, nena, I assure you, you're of use." He whispered, kissing and nibbling her ear, going down her neck to her shoulder. "Let's go back to the house. I want to show you some of the uses you have." He said smiling, helping her up and getting up himself.

"Maybe I don’t want you to…" she provoked him, taking a few steps away from him.

"Who said you had a saying on it?" he asked, amused, trying to grab her, only to see her make the distance between them bigger.

"I say…" she said, giggling, before starting to run away from him.

Of course it didn’t take him much to grab her and pin her to the ground, his powerful body imprisoning hers.

"You were saying?" he asked with a devious smile.

"Oh… so not fair… my legs are shorter than yours…" she protested, laughing.

"Who said I was fair?" he asked before claiming her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. "Come, I want you." He whispered, helping her up, and they returned to the house almost running, both overtaken by the burning fire that consume them, every time they were together.

They reached the bedroom and between gasps and moans, they took off their clothes and fell onto the bed, in a frenzy of kisses and caresses that ended up in a blasting orgasm that merely was able to calm their passion enough for them to dedicate time to explore one another.

He pulled her over his body, getting her face close to his, her body all over his, as he kissed her, in a long, passionate kiss, their tongues entangled into the most sensuous dance of all.

This time, his hands ran over her whole body for him to feel every inch of her skin in close contact with his. His hands buried themselves in her amazing curled mane, as he pulled her even closer to him, kissing her all over her face, her cheeks, her amazing eyes, her sensitive ears, her neck, the line of her shoulder.

He laid her down, and dedicated himself to explore every inch of her body, taking his time with her sumptuous breasts, one by one, caressing them, kissing them all over, squeezing them in his hands, pinching and pulling her nipples, taking them in his lips and sucking, devouring them.

She was moaning loudly, her body burning once more in the fire he created in her, enticing him to go on, craving for his touch, and not wanting him to ever stop.

His mouth traveled down, making a stop by her bellybutton, playing and kissing it, before he reached his target: her aching pussy.

He kissed her, his fingers traveled all around her lips, sliding in, poking her entrance and teasing her clit. Soon his mouth reached the little button, already throbbing, eager to get his attention, and he didn’t keep it waiting.

He passed the tip of his tongue over it, pressing just a little before taking it between his lips and sucking hard. Her small cry of pleasure made him smile, as his fingers found their way inside her, pushing two in, at the same time as he sucked her clit again, once, twice a few more times, until he had her coming wildly, coating his fingers with her sweet essence. Without giving her any respite, he settled between her thighs and teased her entrance with his hard cock, rubbing it up and down her slit, smearing it with her cream before he thrust it deep inside her.

He grabbed her legs, from behind her knees, pushing them towards her chest, opening her even more to him, to gain full access to her. Every plunge would take him deeper inside her, and would let him feel as her walls clenched hard around him, as if trying to keep him buried inside her.

But he wanted to go even deeper, so he flipped her around, putting her on all fours as he shoved himself in from behind, gripping her buttocks hard.

She was moaning and panting as pleasure ripped through her, in perfect harmony with his grunts, and in no time they were once more prisoners in the claws of powerful pleasure that threw them up to the heights of desire.

Her legs failed her and she collapsed on the bed with him on top of her. They stayed like that for a few seconds while their hearts and breaths returned to normal. Then, he laid beside her and pulled her close to him, her head resting on his shoulder, one of his legs crossed over hers, as they fell asleep.

Ashley woke up once more alone in bed. The man obviously liked to get up early. She stayed in bed for a few moments examining all the conversation they had had the night before, and even though she didn’t excuse nor condoned them, she did understand it had been a huge temptation taking control over the drug traffic, having all the tools to make it so easy.

Even so, it was definitely a world crowded with vile men, people willing to do anything to get their share of power and money, and Jordan Martinez was probably one of them. And she had to learn to accept that, as well as to accept that they had no future and convince herself she didn’t want one.

She got up out of bed and took a quick shower, letting her curls loose, she wanted to dry them in the warm sun of the morning. She put on a bikini and a beach dress and bare foot she went looking for Joanne. She was starving.

She was crossing the hall in direction to where she assumed was the kitchen when a slimy voice stopped her.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Startled, she turned around to look at the voice's owner and a shudder of repulsion ran through her body as her eyes laid on Nicholas Marquez, a short, fat, disgusting man, that made her feel the creeps. What the hell was that ball of slime doing here?

"Good morning." She greeted and turned to make her way to the kitchen, but before she could take one single step, his sweaty hand grabbed her by her arm.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Please, let me go, sir." She asked, trying to control her anger and the nausea.

"Why should I? You're quite a doll, and I need some amusement." He said, with a disgusting smile.

"I'm afraid I'm not here to amuse you, so, I'll ask you once more, to let go of me." She said, in a threatening tone.

"Or what?"

Positioning her feet on the floor, she raised one of her legs and hit him directly in his crotch, making him release her immediately as he fell to the floor on his knees, grabbing his balls, whimpering with the pain.

She was about to get out of there, when Jordan came out of his office with Wilson and another man she didn’t know.

"What the hell is happening here?" the stranger asked, with a deep frown.

"The bitch hit me in the balls…" Nicholas grunted, obviously still in pain.

The man immediately drew out his gun and pointed it at her. She was sure he would have shot her there and then if Jordan hadn’t stepped in front of me.

"If she did, I'm sure she had a good reason." He said in a cold voice. "I'm occupying this house, right now, so you two are just guests." It was a warning not too disguised.

He waited until the other man put his gun back in its holster, before turning to look at Ashley. "What happened here?" he asked in a very cold tone.

She was scared. She had no idea how he would react, but she was sure of something, she would kill herself before letting the slime ball touch her again. "I was on my way to the kitchen when he stopped me and grabbed me. I asked him twice to let go of me, and he refused, so I made him release me." She answered, as calmed as she could.

He turned to watch the man that was slowly getting up. "Is that true?" his tone was even colder.

"I… I was just… looking for some fun." The other man answered, obviously scared. "I didn’t mean any harm."

"He didn’t do anything wrong, you should punish esa puta de mierda." The other man ranted.

"This woman, Jonathan, is mine, so yes, what he did was wrong, since I don’t share and I don’t like other men touching what's mine." Jordan explained, still in a cold tone, but his eyes seemed to be burning with fury.

"Man, I had no idea, ok? You should make your women use a sign." Nicholas tried to make a joke, but the tension was thick between all present.

"Ashley, go to our room and wait there for me." Jordan ordered her, without even looking at her.

She considered the idea of protesting, but she quickly realized that would be a very bad idea, so she just turned around and disappeared through the corridor.

Jordan watched Ashley disappearing down the hall and turned to look at the men. "I believe there is nothing else to be said. Let's hope the bad luck ends with this lost shipment." He said, changing the subject.

Jonathan gave him a faint smile. "Yes, I'm sure it will. It can happen to anybody."

"Yes, that's right. And like I said, there was no need for you to come over here just to explain that to me." Jordan added, trying to control his tone and not reveal the scorn he was feeling. Damn men.

"We were on our way to Honduras to check on our last cargo, so it wasn’t a big detour." Jonathan explained, with a false smile.

"Well, I'm glad things are clear now." Jordan said, and in a way they were. Now he was sure these two were ripping off the cartel for their personal profit.