Jordan's Redemption: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 2) (3 page)

Chapter 5

Staring out the window of his office, Jordan heard the steps behind him and turned to look at Wilson and Garcia as they were coming up from the basement. "Did she eat?" he asked in a cold tone.

"Yes, boss," Wilson answered.

"Did she say anything?" he asked, against his will, but unable to stop the question from coming out of his lips.

"She tried…" Garcia started, but Wilson cut him short.

"She didn’t want to eat, but after we threatened her with feeding her, she decided to cooperate." Garcia looked at Wilson, frowning, but a warning look from the other man, made him decide to stay quiet.

"Very well, that's all for today. I won't be needing you tonight." Jordan informed them.

"Are you sure, boss?" Wilson asked, obviously not wanting to leave Jordan alone. Truth be told, he had never seen Jordan in such a mood.

"Yes, I'm sure." He turned to the window once more and waited for them to leave.

The men left the room in silence and Jordan took a deep breath.

He had needed all his strength not to give in to her cries and go ask for explanations. But he wasn’t ready to face her. He still wasn’t, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away any longer. He needed to hear from her lips the reason she had betrayed him. Maybe then she would finally kill his dying obsession over her.

Slowly, he walked to her cell, gathering all his strength, wiping all emotions from his face and from his eyes. He opened the door, frowning at the acrid scent of puke and closed it behind him.

She was laying on the bunker bed, facing the wall, and for a moment, he thought she was sleeping, but after a few seconds, she turned to look at him, her face marked by tears, and a red bruise in one of her cheeks. He frowned at the bruise, sure it had been Wilson's work. 

She promptly sat up and looked at him, fear shining in her eyes.

"Please, will you let me explain?" she murmured, her voice husky.

He stayed in silence for a few moments, just staring at her. "Is there anything to explain? I believe things are quite clear." He finally said, in a cold, emotionless tone.

"I wasn’t escaping." She shouted.

"No, of course, you weren’t. You were taken by some evil men, and that's why you were alone on a bus, getting as far away as you could." He mocked her.

"I'm telling you the truth." She tried once more. "Someone called me…"

"Spare me your lies." He cut her short. "I know all about the show you put up for Maria, but not even she believed you."

Ashley brushed her eyes, trying to keep the tears away. How was she going to convince him of the truth? "You can trace the call… I'm sure you'll find out I'm telling you the truth." She tried once more.

"Of course, I'll trace the call. I have all the intentions of capturing your accomplices and making them pay." The ice in his words made her shiver. "But I'm sure the call came from a stolen phone, so that won't lead to anything."

"How can I make you believe me?" she asked, desperate.

"You can't." His sentence was so clear she had to cover her mouth to stop the sobs gathering in her throat.

She took a few deep breaths before she asked the question that was slowly wrecking her from inside. "My mother… if you really thought… that I was escaping… what did you do… to my mother?" she asked, through torn gasps.

For a moment, Jordan looked at her, puzzled, until he remembered he had threatened her with killing her mother the moment she dared to escape him. That only made him feel even more infuriated with her. She had, knowingly, exposed her mother's life, just to escape from him. "I believe I was quite clear about that, the day we sealed our agreement." He said, ice droplets hitting her with every word.

"No…, please… you can't." she dropped to her knees, tears running freely down her cheeks. "Kill me, do whatever you want with me, but please… please… spare my mother." She begged, her hands clasped to his jeans.

"It's done." He lied, completely beyond compassion. "The moment I was notified of your escape."

"No… please…" she cried out, punching his legs desperately, refusing to believe his words, and for a brief moment, he considered telling her the truth, but she didn’t deserve his compassion. She had had none with him, nor with her mother. She had been a cold, selfish bitch. But his body knew nothing of that, and he still wanted her, he still needed her like he needed air to live. That fact only increased his rage and his arousal as well.

He grabbed her wrists and pushed her up. "You knew the consequences, and even so you escaped."

"Bastard, I hate you, I'll kill you, even if it's the last thing I do." She ranted, still crying.

"Go ahead and try. Meanwhile, I'll make you pay, I'll make you wish you were never born." He threatened her, pushing her violently against the bed, determined to punish her, to make her feel some of the pain that was gnawing his guts.

He closed the distance between them and pulling her knees to the floor, he made her bend over the bed, before he kneeled behind her, tearing her panties from her body, pulling her skirt up. "From now on, and until the moment I decide otherwise, I'll use you for my sole pleasure."

She struggled against him, trying to free herself from his grip, but he simply took her wrists in one of his hands, kicked her legs open and in just seconds, he was thrusting his hard cock inside her, oblivious of her cries and insults.

"No… stop…"

"You're now a cum dumpster. My cum dumpster." He grunted in her ear, slipping his hand beneath her, and reaching her clit. He wanted her coming with him, not because he cared about her pleasure, but because he wanted her humiliated at his feet. And so he matched his thrusts with his rubs, a dark smile lighting up his face, as her body reacted immediately to his touch, proving she was a victim of the same spell. He quickened his pace and her protests became moans and whimpers and minutes later he was coming hard, buried deep inside her, dragging her with him, growling as he felt her clenching hard around him, swiped into the clutches of pleasure. 

He cleaned himself up in her buttocks, smearing them with their mixed fluids before he got up and put his cock back in his pants. She was still where he had left her.

"Enjoy your new room. And your new purpose in life." He said, in a scornful tone before he left the room and locked the door behind him.

As soon as he shut the door, she let her tears run free, sobs making her body shudder, breaking her soul into millions of little pieces. She couldn’t believe all this wasn’t part of a damn nightmare, she didn’t want to believe her worst nightmares were actually realities, she just couldn’t. Her heart was aching so much it felt like a physical pain as if it was being crushed under the heel of a steel boot. How could he have done this to her? Why couldn’t he at least listen to her? Why hadn't he waited to find out the truth?

How could she have thought for just a second she loved him? A man this cruel didn’t deserve being loved, and surely wouldn’t even want to be loved.

When the last tear dried in her eyes, she dragged herself onto the bed and closed her eyes, begging for the obliviousness of sleep.

Jordan went back to his room, feeling like a damn rapist. He should feel better, now that he had her back, paying for her treason, but he didn’t. The whole thing simply tasted awful and he was far from pleased. The worst part was that he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her, that his obsession would take him back to her cell time after time. Incredibly, her treason hadn’t been enough to put off the fire inside him.

He still wanted her, no matter what, and he would have her for as long as it took to kill his obsession over her.

He laid in bed with a sigh and rolled over, missing her warm body next to his.

Chapter 6

The next morning found her still in bed, her whole body ached from all the events she had been through the day before, especially her face where Wilson had hit her twice. She hadn’t seen it, but she was sure she had a nasty black eye.

She felt numb. Her mind had collapsed. She simply couldn’t examine all that had happened in just a day. She couldn’t bear to accept she had lost her mother and that her life had become such a horrific nightmare. So she just stayed there still, facing the wall, wishing she was dead.

The door at her back opened up, but she didn’t move. She simply couldn’t.

"Get up." Jordan's voice from the door didn’t surprise her, but she didn’t move. Maybe if she pissed him off enough he would lose his patience and end it all for her. "I said, get up." He insisted, but she didn’t move a muscle. She simply didn’t care anymore.

Ashley heard his steps getting closer to the bed. He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out of bed.

"Will you walk or do I have to drag you?" he asked in a very cold tone.

She didn’t answer. She just kept looking to the floor, standing next to him. He sighed, impatient and dragged her out of her cell, into the next door in the hall: a small bathroom with a toilet, a sink, and a shower.

"You have ten minutes to use the bathroom. Take a shower and put on those clean clothes. If you don’t I'll ask Wilson to help you, do I make myself clear?" he ordered, in a cold, tense tone.

She startled to the name of Wilson but that was all her reaction. He left and locked the door behind him.

No doubting he would go through with his threat, she took off her clothes, used the toilet and took a shower. Even in her desperation, she knew she should keep Wilson away. She was sure he would take great pleasure in torturing her to death.

After the shower, she felt a little bit better, and she was finishing putting on the dress Jordan had brought her when he opened the door. He held the door open, asking her to come out in silence and she did.

He took her back to her cell, where a tray of food waited for her over on the bed. "Eat and this time, try not to throw it up. You won't starve to death."

She sat on the bed and grabbed one of the sandwiches on the tray, slowly eating it. Of course, he didn’t want her to starve to death. He had to make sure her death was by his hands, not hers.

She managed to finish the sandwich and drink some of the juice, but that was all. For a moment she thought he would force her to eat more, but he simply picked up the tray and left the cell, locking her inside.

When Jordan arrived at the kitchen with the tray, Wilson and Garcia were there waiting for him. "Good morning boss." They greeted him.

"Any news?" he asked, in a dry tone.

"Like we suspected, the call came from a stolen cell phone. All we can say was that it was placed in a location very close to this house." Wilson informed.

"We haven’t been able to find the taxi that picked her up. Apparently, from what we can see from the outside cameras, it was a pirate taxi, not affiliated with any taxi company." Garcia added. "We managed to see almost all of the plate as well as the make and model of the car, so we should be able to get something from that."

"Very well. What about her mother?" Jordan asked, with a frown.

"She has been acting normally. Everything seems to indicate she had no idea of her daughter's plans." Wilson answered. "And she even sent Ashley a message on her cell phone inviting her over to her place for a snack."

"Alright. I'll take care of that message. I don’t want her to suspect things have changed with her daughter. Nor do I want Ashley to know her mother is still alive." He indicated, deepening his frown. "Concentrate on finding the taxi. He might take us to her accomplice."

"Yes, boss. Our contact at the Transit Office is working as fast as he can to match the car to the part of the plate we have."

"What about the bus driver that took her to San Carlos?"

"All he was able to tell us was that she had boarded the bus at a highway gas station in La Victoria and that she had paid for her ticket in cash," Wilson informed.

"Did you go to the gas station?"

"Yes, boss, but there was no one who seemed to remember having seen her," Garcia answered that one

"What about the missing drugs? Still no news?" Jordan changed the subject, running his hand over his hair.

"No, boss, still nothing. I believe it's too soon for them to act. They usually wait for a couple of weeks before selling the drug." Wilson answered, with an impatient sigh.

"Boss… something weird happened today." Garcia said, out of the blue.

"What do you mean by weird?" Jordan asked with a frown, not feeling too patient to put up with Garcia's peculiarities.

"Hernandez called me. He has never called me before, I was the one that called him when we had to prepare a shipment for the airport." Garcia explained.

"What did he want?" Jordan asked, suddenly interested. They had high suspicions that Hernandez was working with the Marquez.

"That's the weird thing. He called just to say hi. All he asked was if everything was alright with us, and he particularly asked for the woman."

"For Ashley?" Jordan's body got really tense.

"Yes, boss, and he seemed worried when I told him she was alright. He even asked me if you still kept her with you." Garcia answered, sounding as puzzled as he looked.

"Well, he has always had a crush on her. I wouldn’t think much about it." Jordan dismissed the other man's worries.

"Don't you think this could have something to do with Ashley's escape, boss?" Wilson asked, having followed the conversation with interest. "Maybe Hernandez is the accomplice we are looking for."

"No, I doubt that. She hates his guts. She would rather make a deal with the devil himself." Jordan sighed. "Just focus on finding the taxi driver. We'll find out more from him."

"Very well, boss."

Both men left the kitchen and Jordan went back to his office to pick up Ashley's cell phone and answer any messages she might have received. For now, he wanted things to look as normal as possible. Like Wilson said there was a message from Ashley's mother that he answered declining the invitation, explaining she was out of the country.

After that he left for his office, trying to be away from her as much as possible, leaving Wilson behind to take care of her and make sure she ate lunch. "But I don’t want to see another bruise on her that hasn’t been made by me." He warned his man, remembering her bruised face.

"Yes, boss." Wilson agreed, grudgingly.