Billionaire's Seduction: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (Alpha Billionaire Romance Collection) (BBW Pregnancy Marriage of Convenience) (12 page)

“So, my brother, what do they call you in the world of the false?”

It wasn’t the drug that made me think Rick had the biggest penis I had ever seen.

“Um … I … my name’s … Larry.”

We sat directly across from each other on a king size mattress back at the ranch house I had first come to. Ila was leaned into me under my arm, her body a soft weight. But as relaxed as she was, I could tell that she was intently fixated on the same thing I was.

Great, big, giant cock.

You know how most dopers say the whole night was a haze when they’ve been on a huge binge of coke or speed? Well, that wasn’t my night. I remembered the whole night with a kind of glassy clarity that I’m sure most marathon runners experience. I remembered everything in exacting detail, but sped up like a video stuck in fast forward. I remembered every face, every body I came in contact with. Ila and I had spent the bulk of the night together, only splitting up when another couple came along and we would switch out partners. Occasionally I found myself in a small mountain of bodies, limbs tangled and wet, a synchronized moan of ecstasy. My clearest memory—and to put it bluntly, my most horrifying—was when the older woman with the dark hair came for me.

She shoved Ila off of me and plunged herself on top. She was still wearing the white dress, but the top of it was bunched around her waist, and the skirt itself was so dust that it almost appeared red in the fire light.

She raked her fingers across my chest, drawing a little blood, and snarled:

“This is what I wanted!”

As she was bouncing on top of me and trying to drive my body into the dirt, Rick came for Ila. I thought he was going to rip her in half with his penis. She shrieked when he first entered her, but I could see from her smile that she was loving it. But, still, it was a shock see Rick’s … thing … in action.

He stayed close to me and Ila for the rest of the night and got to see it from every angle and position possible. The one thing I noticed was that after Rick was finished with a woman, the woman wouldn’t be able to continue and would collapse in an exhausted heap. The ‘ritual’ came to a close as the sun came up and the effect of the drug seemed to wane as well. As the sun rose, we all marched to the barn where a dozen makeshift showers had been sit up and we scrubbed away the dirt and fluids from the night before, and then we all moved into the house and collapsed on the first unoccupied mattress we could find.

I came awake with Ila next to me, her face radiant in the sunlight. I could feel the rest of the house moving around me and the smell of cinnamon and brown sugar wafting through the air. Ila opened her eyes, stretched and smiled at me.

“Let’s get some breakfast.” she said with a dopey grin.

We went to the kitchen and were served bowls of oatmeal and we moved into the main living area where we saw Rick, naked, and eating alone.

“I think it’s time you met Rick.” She said

And here we were, staring into the eye of the beast.

Rick’s penis was monstrous and even when it was flaccid, like it was as we sat talking, all three of us naked, but me feeling highly inadequate next to him. And I’ll tell you this, I haven’t felt inadequate a day in my life, but next to this guy, I was a mouse among men.

“It’s good to meet you, Larry. Tell me, what brought you to us?

Despite the buzz of endorphins my body was experiencing and what seemed to be the utter lack of drug hangover I was experiencing, I was very hot for the idea to lay my cards down on the table and let him know my real intentions. Yeah, the past twenty-four hours had been amazing, but I had a job to do, and hopefully it was a job that would get me completely out of debt with Junior if I could deliver it. Junior was going to want in on the Green Ruin big time.

“It was kind of by accident … But, I was wondering if I could speak to you alone for a minute?” I asked.

We both glanced at Ila and she stood up without saying anything and moved back towards the kitchen with her bowl of oatmeal, both of us watching her intently.

“She’s a beautiful girl, our Ila.” Rick said.

She truly was. Intact, I don’t think I’d ever been with anyone as wholly beautiful as her. Sure, I’ve been with plenty of beautiful women—and even more than a few who were only beer googles beautiful—but there was something about Ila. I don’t know if I would call it purity—because with all of the things I’d seen done to her and that I’d done in the past twenty-four hours, pure would be the last thing I would call her—but it was almost kind of an innocence that made you want to be around her all the time. I didn’t know if what I was feeling was love (which was something I’d never been lucky enough to run across.), but I imagine I was pretty close to it.

I turned my attention back to Rick, attempting to make eye contact instead of sliding down to his middle.

“So what did you want to talk to me about, Larry?” He asked while spooning a glop of oatmeal into his mouth. He looked like a little kid when he ate.

“Rick … It wasn’t an accident that I came hear. You see, I’m a private detective … “

He visibly stiffened and excitedly asked: “You’re not here to take one of us away are you?”

“No! No, no I’m from Chicago and I’m here in Arizona because my employer is interested in the drug.”

His body tension eased down a bit, but he was still on guard. I could tell my real intentions didn’t thrill him that much either.

“The sacrament? He wants me to make some for him?”

“Yeah, actually, I’m sure he would buy it from you, and he’d probably buy a lot of it.”

“What’s your employers name, Larry?”

“His name’s Junior. Junior Vecchio.”

As Rick started to speak, the dark haired woman who’d help hand out the dope and had torn me to shreds with her fingernails  the night before rushed to Rick’s side and whispered into his ear. She left a second later, throwing a cold hard stare over her shoulder at me as she walked away.

Rick stood up and I was stuck staring at his one eyed monster.

“Let me think about what you’ve said, brother,” he said, patting me on the shoulder, “and we’ll talk about this later.”

And he walked out the front door of the house.

After breakfast, Ila didn’t rejoin me, saying that she had her daily chores to complete. She told me I could walk around the compound. I was starting to feel a bit self conscious about being naked—although no one else seemed to—so I found my clothes and put them back on and I decided to explore the compound and the areas around it.

It was truly some beautiful and impressive country to look at. When you think of the desert, you usually only think of flat, yellow expanses of burning nothing. And with certain deserts like Death Valley in California, you’d be right. But from what I’d seen of Arizona, it was nothing like I’d ever seen before. It was full of deep rocky valleys composed of reddish orange coper soil, and low mountains that seem to just spring up out of no where. I was beginning to understand why the old man wanted to retire out here. Hell, I was starting to think the same thing, that is if I could ever afford to retire.

As I stared out over the landscape near the edge of the GR’s property, Rick approached me. He’d put on the same outfit as he had the night before, which was a blessing.

“Walk with me, Larry.” He said.

We walked toward the hills just behind the house and headed towards the area where the ritual had happened the night before.

“You know, Larry, you’re not the first person who’s come to me asking about me making the sacrament for them.”

“Really?”

“Yes, about a month ago, a Mexican man came here looking for the exact same thing.”

Juan. Apparently he’d made it out this far as well.

“The problem was that instead of approaching me about it, he approached my mother. She was the one who led the ritual the night he came to us.”

“Who’s your mother? And what do you mean by ‘problem’, Rick?” I asked.

“She’s the older woman with the long black hair,” Jesus, the kid had watched me get annihilated by her last night. Obviously they were one twisted little family. “Well, my mother, she’s very protective of me … Actually, she’s very protective of the sacrament. Personally, if I wasn’t the only one who knew how to make it, she probably would’ve killed me years ago. But I won’t give her the formula. So she tolerates my little ‘thing’ as she calls it, out here and sells just a little bit of the extra I make. It’s mostly the leftovers, but it helps support all of this.”

He swept his hands across the landscape and smiled.

“Which, as you experienced last night, is pretty goddamn great, isn’t it?” A smile erupted across his face and made him look like a five-year-old. “But, you know, it starts to get a little old after awhile. And you know, mom and her girlfriend, Carole, they keep pressuring to make more and more. And as far as the ‘problem’ with the Mexican man. Well, I think my mom and Carole killed him.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, and if I had told them about what you said to me this morning, there’s a better chance than not they’d kill you, too, and probably, Ila, too, for letting you stay.”

I grabbed him by his t-shirt and cocked back a fist and he held his hands up.

“If they hurt her, I swear.”

“Wait! Wait! I haven’t told them! I haven’t told them!” I shoved him hard and he stumbled back a few steps. He seemed like he was about to piss his pants. “And I don’t plan on telling them. But you have to do something for me.”

“What?”

“I’m tired of all this, Larry. I’m tired of my mother and Carole always bossing me around…” I knew what he was hedging around about. “And I know you’re a bad man, Larry.”

“I’m not going kill your mother, Larry.” I said, letting my voice go cold and menacing.

“I don’t want you to kill her. I doubt you could anyway. I’ve seen other people try to kill her, and you just can’t, she won’t die. No, Larry, I want you to kill me.”

“No way! I can get you away from them! I can protect you! My employer can protect you!”

“Maybe for a little while you can. But they’ll never stop looking for me, ever, and the minute you let your guard down, they’ll be there, and then you’ll be dead and I’ll be a slave just like I am now! So the only way is for you to kill me. And if you don’t do it, I swear to you, I’ll kill Ila.”

“What!”

“I have her! My most loyal follower has her someplace safe. But if she doesn’t hear from you that I’m dead, she’ll kill her! I swear to you she will!”

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to grab him by the throat and rip his head off and piss down his neck. But I didn’t, maybe I really was in love with Ila?

“Alright … Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Good. It’ll happen tonight at the sunset ritual.”

So here we are again.

Me, the gun, the hillside, my sights drawn on the man who could possibly be the savior of the world. (Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little about him being the savior. All I know is his drug, his ‘sacrament’ would make a lot of people happy, especially my boss.)

And I’m still not a killer.

After I agreed to kill him, we went through the details. He’d already stashed the gun that had belonged to another former member of the GR, another guy who he thought his mother had killed when he suggested they start selling the sacrament. And he told me after I killed him, that I was to go to the barn and his ally—the good looking redhead with the swimmers body who had originally let me into the house—would release Ila to me and give me some car keys, and I was to leave with both of them immediately.

But as you can guess, I’ve got cold feet.

Like I said before, I don’t mind guns, but I’m not a huge fan of them, and it’s mostly because I’m what you call a jerker. You see, when a gun goes off, whether I’m shooting it or just around it, I flinch. I flinch so hard that I’ll miss my target 99 times out of 100. It’s the real reason I’m not a cop, because I couldn’t pass my marksmen exam. I was just too nervy. My old man and I worked on it constantly, but I could never overcome it. It was the old man’s idea that I go private, because at least I could still help people without having to use a gun.

But I can’t miss now, and I won’t. Because I’ve decided to switch targets. I zoom in on Rick’s mom and train my sights on her head. She’s a damn fine looking woman, but I bet she’s as hard as nails like Rick says she is, and if anyone’s going to die today, it’s going to be her.

My cue to start shooting is when Rick goes into his usual orgy rap. He starts in and I fire and inevitably, I jerk, and instead of the bullet tearing off Rick’s mom’s head, I hit her in the right shoulder and she hits the dirt. I try to line up another shot at Rick’s mom on the ground, but her gal pal, Carole, is hovering over her, so I line my sights up between her shoulder blades. Sweat drips into my eyes and I swipe it away. All it takes is that brief couple of seconds of discomfort to remind myself I’m not a killer, and I decide to storm the staging area.

The scene is pure chaos. GR members are scrambling around, diving for cover. Rick’s mom’s girlfriend is at her side distracted by trying to stop the bleeding, so she doesn’t see me scramble down the hill, but she finally notices me when I’m bringing the rifle’s tock down on her head. She was fast, one second I think I’m going to knock her cold, and the next she almost rips the rifle out of my hand and she’s landed a hard left on the underside of my jaw. I’ve been in more than my fair share of fights over the years and have taken some serious punishment from the types of bruisers who haunt your nightmares; real life boogie men, but I’ve never been hit as hard and fast as I was by Carole.

Obviously she’d been in more than her fair share of fights, and she knows right where to hit someone to take them out with as little muss as possible. That punch made my vision go black and blurry around the edges, and the world went blurry and slow-mo as she threw two more jabs at my nose. I felt my nose shatter with the first and the feeling was enough to bring me back to earth. If you’ve never had your nose broken, let me tell you, there’s practically no worse pain you can experience (Well, I’m sure there is way worse, but thankfully I’ve never been on the losing end of a knife or gun.); it either makes you burst into tears, or it pisses you off so much you fly into a rage.

Me, I’m the rage type.

I turned a half step away from Carole’s second punch, only glancing off my shoulder, and I double grip the barrel of the sniper rifle, and Mickey Mantle her with the butt straight to the neck. The bitch is tough, she stands her ground, her eyes going tea saucer size, her mouth a ragged snarl, her fingers poised like claws. She was going to cut me to pieces with her fingernails, but I bring the stock back around and across her jaw. I pull back just enough to only break her jaw and she hits the dirt on top of her girlfriend.

I’m still not a killer.

“What the hell are you doing! You missed! How the fuck could you miss!”

Rick’s throwing a fit, and I notice that few GR members are getting antsy and thinking about jumping me.

“I’m dead! Don’t you get it! We’re both dead!”

I keep a clear head and give Rick a hard slap to shut him the hell up, and  then circle an arm around his throat and then jam the barrel hard under his chin. The froggy disciples get the point and go still and quiet.

“He’s not going to shoot me!” Rick screams. “Jump him! Jump him now!”

I know the game Rick is playing. He wants them to move out of hopes that I’m not bluffing, that I’ll actually shoot him in order to save my own ass. But I’m not playing it that way, Rick’s coming with me kicking and screaming. The GR is completely immobilized as I drag Rick’s ass down to the barn

We make it with no one following us, but I sell have to deal with the redhead. We storm the barn with Rick in full hissy fit mode and the redhead has a carpenter’s knife to Ila’s throat. I convince the redhead to let Ila go by shoving Rick at her hard. The shock of having her fearless leader flying towards her makes her drop the knife as she readies for impact. I come in fast behind Rick’s flailing body and give her a solid whack to the skull the skull with the butt of the rifle.

Still not a killer.

Good to his word, Ila’s unharmed (and, thankfully, fully clothed. It’s the first time I’ve seen her in clothes since we met.) and we have a car waiting for us. I have Ila sit in the back and I keep the rifle trained on Rick as I drive down to the Walgreen’s where I have my rental stashed. Her eyes are wide with shock. You can tell she’s in shock from being betrayed by Rick, and the barrel wavers a little as I speed down Idaho road. But he’s no real threat because he’s too busy blubbering.

We hit the Walgreens parking lot, and the three of us climb into my rental and then head to the US 60 start heading east.

When we hit the freeway, Rick gives out one more little whimper before he passes out from exhaustion.

“We’re dead. We’re so dead…”

Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t. Personally, I’m leaning towards the sign of aren’t. By the time Rick’s mom and her girlfriend are out of critical care, they’re still going to have to find out who I actually am, and by that time Rick will be so underground, it won’t matter.