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Blade
“We got her, boss,” I tell Crusher when we get back to HQ.
I motion to the woman lying unconscious in the sidecar of my bike. We’ve drugged her just enough so that she’ll stay asleep for a few hours. That’s all we’ll need to get her tied up.
“Already?” Crusher asks, bemused. “How in the fuck did you guys get her already? I figured you were going to take a few days at least.”
“It all came together by chance,” I explain to him. “We were stopped off at this truck stop, refueling the bikes, right? And I just so happen to see this girl who looks an awful lot like Maria Espinoza. So I go over towards her car, and as she’s coming out of the Quick Mart, sure as shit, it is Maria Espinoza. Couldn’t believe our luck. So Hammer over here, he knocks her out – pistol whips her in the back of the head – and we put her in my sidecar. It couldn’t have been easier.”
“Cameras? Is there any way any of Espinoza’s men could’ve seen you?”
“None,” I reassure him. “No cameras, and no one around. Honest to God, boss, it went smoother than we ever could’ve dreamed. I don’t know how we could’ve had a plan that would’ve gone better.”
“Well, you boys did a hell of a job,” Crusher praises us. “Now listen up, and listen good: we can’t keep her here. This’ll be the first place Espinoza’s goons come looking for her when he realizes she’s gone. We’ve got to keep her somewhere else. Blade, how about your house?”
“My house?” I ask, bewildered. “Boss, I don’t mind doin’ the dirty work for ya, but I’m not exactly... you know, equipped to keep a bitch around my house. Besides, I’d rather be on the front lines for ya. That’s what I do.”
What I don’t tell Crusher is that I really have no interest in babysitting this cartel princess, especially given that she knows me. If she manages to get out, Juan Espinoza is going to come looking not just for the Blood Ravens but for me. And while I can certainly hold my own against those Espinoza fucks, I would prefer to not have to defend myself.
Besides, I’ve got a history with this bitch’s sister; I have very little desire to watch over her, given just how much she looks like and reminds me of Carmen. That seems rather shitty.
But I don’t breathe a word of this to Crusher – not that he’d give a shit anyway.
Instead, he shrugs and tilts his head sideways, saying to me in a low voice, “Listen, Blade. I know this isn’t an ideal situation for you to be in. I hate putting you into it, to be honest. But quite frankly, there aren’t a lot of guys I can really trust to take this assignment seriously. You’re the best person for the job, and I need to know this girl is being cared for... properly. I know you’re not going to touch her or rough her up or anything. I can’t say the same about Hammer or Slime or any of the other guys. So I’m trusting you. I presume my trust isn’t misplaced?”
“No way, boss,” I answer him earnestly. “If this is the way it has to be, then this is the way it has to be. I’ll watch her for now.”
“Good. Now go on, get out of here. Get her tied up at your place. Last thing we need is for her to wake up and figure out where she is – or where our headquarters is at.”
With a nod, I’m back on my bike and out the door. Crusher is right, of course. None of the other guys can be trusted with her. They’d probably try to rough her up – or worse. The last thing I want is for this girl to be tortured by the aptly named Slime or end up getting raped. There’s a lot of shit I’m willing to put up with, up to and including violence, but you’ve got to draw the line somewhere, and that’s my fucking red line.
Unless she’s willing, you best not be spilling. But then there’s the whole “what do I do with her now?” thing.
I take her back to my place and bring her down to the basement, where I’ve got a bed set up for just such an occasion. I mean, usually, it’s for guys to crash on, but this works, too. I go into a drawer in the dresser upstairs and pick out a pair of handcuffs that I generally use for... well, let’s just say they’re for business and pleasure. But right now, they’re all business.
Back in the basement, I begin undressing Maria – standard operating procedure for “guests” we hold. I pause a moment to reflect on how glad I am I bought this house the way I did. I liked that it had a basement, and I sound-proofed the little bedroom downstairs just in case I ever had to have a “guest” over.
I always assumed it would be for some lowlife scumbag who owed the Blood Ravens money, though, not for a cute little number like Maria Espinoza. And I have to admit, she is indeed a cute little number. I wiggle her shirt off, which exposes her lacy bra and rather surprisingly large breasts. As I unhook the bra and toss it to the ground, I’m transfixed for a moment on her brown nipples and areolas, which harden involuntarily in the cool basement.
I break my stare and move to her tight jeans, easing them off, not too jerkily or fast to avoid waking her. When I get down her panties, I stop again. They’re black, lacy, and sexy as hell – surprising, considering we had only just happened upon her. Had she been going off for a date? That could end up being a problem later on if she were, but I don’t have time to think about it now.
Instead, I slide the panties down her long, brown legs. Then, I get my first real good look at her. I have to admit, she’s gorgeous – better than even Carmen was, and Carmen was fine as hell. She’s laying on her back, her legs spread just short of obscenely in front of me. I feel a bit of stirring in my pants as I gaze upon her nude form, and it’s almost as if she’s begging me to get on top of her and take advantage of this situation.
But no. That’s not what I do. I’m very against such things. Besides, if I really needed pussy that badly, I could get me some pussy.
But dammit if that pussy don’t look nice.
I pull her up towards the bed as she groggily waves her head around. I move one arm up behind the metal headboard, then the other, and click the handcuffs into place. There’s no way she’s going to be moving now. She can flail about all she wants, but she’s stuck on the bed. I nod to myself, then look her over one more time. She has the most amazing legs, starting at the crease by her pussy, then moving down her thighs, and her calves – she’s sexy as all hell, I have to admit.
But I’m not going to touch her. That’s not my way.
I need to clear my head. I lock the door to the basement bedroom behind me and head upstairs to the kitchen. I pull out a bottle of whiskey and pour myself a drink. As I stand there, gazing out of the window, I realize I have kind of a goofy smile on my face. I don’t know why, but this whole situation makes me feel like laughing.
It’s so completely absurd! Of all the families to start fucking with us, it had to be my ex’s family. And of all the people I’d ever have to kidnap, it had to be her little sister – her sexy little sister at that. You’ve now seen both Espinoza sisters naked, I muse as I take another sip off the amber liquor.
I pour myself another drink and sit back onto the easy chair in my living room. This was not how I expected today to go. I figured we’d ride for a while, case the Espinoza house, and eventually, Crusher would give me another project. I never in my wildest dreams expected that I’d have a naked Espinoza handcuffed to the bed in my basement – and still less would’ve ever expected that it would’ve been Maria.
I only met her once, and that’s only because she was helping Carmen sneak around when we were together. Back then, I knew her father would blow a gasket if he found out about us, as did she, so we used to see each other on the down low. But one night, I couldn’t contain myself, I was so intoxicated by her that I had to see her.
So I snuck up to what I assumed was her bedroom – but it was actually a shared bedroom between her and Maria. Carmen luckily reacted before there was a chance that she’d start screaming, putting her hand over the kid’s mouth to ensure that she wouldn’t cause a fuss. And, smart kid, she didn’t.
She was quiet, and we explained what was going on and why she couldn’t say a word to anyone, especially her dad. She was old enough at that point that she could understand the need for secrecy, and she and Carmen got along reasonably well.
So that’s how she knew me. But now, Maria was eighteen and clearly had come into her own as a woman. I wondered what her deal was. Was she planning to be a college girl? Or, more likely, was she looking to get into the same business as her asshole father? I didn’t know, but I resolve at this moment to find out.
I flip on the TV and let it run, not really caring what’s on – it’s some game show that looks like it’s based on something Japanese, something really fucking crazy. But I can’t really pay much attention to it.
I pour myself another drink and get up from the easy chair to make myself a sandwich. I pull out some ham, some lettuce, slice up a tomato, and add some Swiss cheese. I pour some mustard onto the bread, then bite into it. That’s when I realize that Maria’s probably going to be awake soon, and she’s going to be hungry. I make the same sandwich for her – it’s not much, but it’ll be something.
I expect she’s going to be pretty pissed when she wakes up. She’s not going to know where she is. She will know me, though, and that’s going to be a little bit of a problem. Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad I’m the one watching her, rather than one of the other guys in the MC. They would’ve gotten one look at that sexy, trimmed bush or those gorgeous tits and would’ve been on her like fly paper.
It would’ve been bad. But at the same time, she does know me. And she now knows – or will know, whenever she wakes up – what my basement looks like. There’s not a lot I can do about that – this was Crusher’s call, and he’s the boss, so what he says goes. But I realize now that I probably should’ve mentioned to Crusher that she might know me on sight. This could be a real problem later on down the road, one we hadn’t really thought through.
Unless, of course, she and the old man don’t get along. If that’s the case, we may have something good here. In fact, I wonder now if that’s not the case. Why was she driving around so late at night? Either she was on her way to a date, or she was driving off to get away from her father. Either way, all signs indicate that she and her dad aren’t exactly getting along – if she was going for a date, after all, it clearly was an illicit date; and if she wasn’t, it probably means they’d had a fight.
This could just be the whiskey talking, but goddamn, I’m feeling a hell of a lot better about this than I was an hour ago. Now, to wait for her to wake up.