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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Blanche lied in the shadows reliving every searing moment of blistering sex with him. From the moment she laid eyes on him and it was the two of them in the middle of nowhere in the rustic gully just beyond his home, her mercenary heart wanted to own him. She fantasized, played out the scenario of how that would go. It was a way in which she could make the connection between them last...to give it more history. She played the scenario out so many different ways.

She rewound time, to that moment when she came to the broken down bridge, the sun baking her golden, brown sugar skin. She imagined she begins to cross when Jason pulls up on his bike, his wild, wonderfully unruly hair romantically framing his gorgeous face. A T nicely showcases his powerful build with the sleeves cut off.

The whole scene progressed as if in slow motion. He crooks his finger. She thinks,
who me?
He tilts his head like
come on, who else is here?
Somehow the sweat-bedraggled clothing she sported at the real first meeting has been replaced by ultra-cute apparel. She has on a shell pink eyelet lace top and a smoking, little faded denim skirt and espadrille stacks that make her legs look like she just walked out of the gym.

In this scenario, her skin is shimmering with honey dust, whose light scent wafts about her. As she approaches him, this half stranger/half soul mate, he catches a whiff of this delectable scent. He pulls her close and buries his nose in the crook of her neck.

Their embrace revs up the magnetic forces that pull them in so tightly whenever they are near. Being this close, seeing him, touching him, Blanche’s old brain kicks in and everything inside of her screams she needs to mate with this man. If she does not have him, she will die of a kind of starvation.

He knows what she needs.
There is no one around
, he assures her and, besides, she has placed herself in danger by foolishly crossing the bridge, which is clearly closed for use. He gently guides her to safety. She mounts his bike with him and they ride to a secluded section of the Bay.

There is excitement and fear in allowing him to take her to a place where it is just the two of them. The risk rushes her body with adrenaline and she is completely enervated, fully aroused. As soon as they come to a surface that is suitable, he takes her into his arms and lays her back. It is a flat, rocky surface, soothingly warmed by the clear Californian sun. The sun hits all points of her body and she is warmed from the back and from the front, making her feel positively wanton.

The second the soft skin of his hot rigid erection comes into contact with her wet and hungry flesh, Blanche feels her body begin to tremor. She is going to orgasm that quickly. He penetrates her and immediately she is helplessly writhing around his hardness. She whimpers and writhes, so pleasure-sensitive that every stroke is sweet torture, a torture that he makes her take. He lasts such a long time. One orgasm ebbs; she waits a few seconds. She reaches between her legs and greedily brings it back to life. She comes again on him and this time he joins her, crashing into a pool of pure erotic bliss.

Blanche must have fallen asleep and her daydreams morphed into actual dreams. Jason was over her trying to wake her. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Is it your back?”

It took her a moment that she had climaxed in her sleep and she must have cried out. She smiled, her body still awash with pleasure. “Yes,” she answered softly. “I think I am fine.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It seemed that Jason had the same idea she had whenever the two of them had opportunity. She felt his erection against her thigh and parted her legs for him. She was aching and in need and so readied for him. He got inside of her and her body was still sparkling from coming. She savored every wonderful stroke of his generous length. She began telling him about her dream and that they had been outside in a nook of Gold Creek Bay, fucking and he made her come.

“Really?” he whispered, to beg for more.

“Yes,” she rasped. “Can’t you feel how wet and hot I am for you?”

“Yes,” he said, “and so tight.”

“That’s for you. You did that to me in a dream. You are doing that now.”

Jason broke off into his own little world. His strokes became wicked and powerful. Blanche levered her leg over his muscle-ripped shoulder and then the next until her ankles were around his neck and she was taking him in as deeply as possible.

He had a clear shot at what she was doing when she reached between to touch her throbbing clitoris to bring herself back to climax. With their bodies hardly moving to and fro, they each found the pinnacle of sexual pleasure, grinding together.

The day was breaking and the sun would be up in the sky full blast. Blanche and Jason showered again – this time separately – and dressed. She was sore again. Her body managed to stiffen up. She put on one of the sweet dresses he had bought for her.

She was light on small bills so she placed one of the thousand dollar bills that Hawk had slipped her under Jason’s pillow for him to find later.

There was little to say. They were not talking too much to each other, though he poured her coffee and diced up a bowl of fruit for her. As soon as she was able to, she would get on her bike and ride.

She would contact her employers and offer herself to them if they promised to leave the town alone. Leave Jason alone. Her bike was in his garage. It was a bittersweet decision, but as soon as his back was turned, she would leave Jason Fowler forever.

Blanche took her plates to the kitchen sink the moment Jason’s phone rang and he was taken away from the table. “Okay,” she heard him say. “I will be right there.”

It was kind of perfect, although sad. Jason flew out of the house, hopped on his bike, and was gone. It was the last time she expected to ever see him after what she was about to do. She was going to go against his wishes and leave. It would be seen as a total act of betrayal on her part.

As soon as she knew she was alone, she took a breath and contacted the Norte Mexicali. She was directed to go see Hawk. Hawk had been released from the hospital. His hand was in a cast. She brought all of the cash that he had given her. She would give him her body if she had to. She was shaken.

“Hola, mujer,” he laughed. “I take it you got the word. You come to me and we will see how we can come to an understanding.” Hawk gave her directions to the restored mining shack that he and the others were staying at. She started to tell him to just give him the address and she would find it on GPS.

He laughed. “Mujer, you are not going to find this place by GPS. You will be lucky if you find it by my guidance. I am not stupid enough to send pings to any towers, besides.

As a trained assassin, though she had never killed a person yet, the response Hawk gave her said so many ominous things to her. Still, she rode. Her trek took her even farther, up to a higher elevation in the San Gabriel Mountains, to a more remote location.

Hawk advised her that at one point, she would have to park the bike and complete the journey by foot. He half joked her to beware of bears, but he was not joking when he told her not to come armed. No guns.

And no credit cards.

She had sliced his cheek wide open with her bank card. His hand was already smashed from her phone. He would require surgery. The throw of the drill bit that impaled his wrist was the killer; he was in a cast now for at least two months.

Maybe he knew, maybe he didn’t know, but as he fed her the details of the injuries she had caused him, he set the wheels in motion to formulate a plan. If he didn’t know he was doing that, if it was just because he couldn’t resist trying to make her feel bad – which she did not – she was ahead of his game. If he had done so strategically, she maintained a healthy level of fear.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The longest part of the journey was the hike to the front door. She ditched her riding shoes in a place where she could find them later and switched them out for spiked heels. There was a method to her madness, but they were ridiculous to walk in.

He was correct in that, because of the foliage on the trees – the San Gabriel Mountains had some gorgeous plant life – the place was bit difficult to detect at first; the structure used so many natural elements. A person could get lost in these mountains awfully quickly.

Immediately as Blanche neared the door, she inventoried her surroundings for potential weapons. She could have carried a gun anyway, but he would have found it. When she was some fifty yards away, Hawk opened the door and shoved forward a person whose head was covered in a pillowcase. Jason. She would know him any way.

Blanche’s heart beat with fury in her chest. She was about to kill her first person ever if she hadn’t already signed the death sentence for the man she loved. This would have to be fast. She had to distract Hawk.

“I think I need to show you I have come unarmed,” she said in a sweet and pleasant voice. One of the reasons she was selected to be El Salvador was because of her sweet face.

Looking girlish created weakness in her foe. It probably wouldn’t work with Hawk, but Blanche had everything to gain in trying. She raised the hem of her shirt up to expose her sculpted stomach and amazing breasts.

“I will decide when and what you do,” he said, stopping her mid motion. So Blanche began to lower her shirt. “I didn’t tell you to do that. Continue. I want you to strip.”

Blanche had hoped he would do say that. She began to strip, removing her shirt as quickly as possible so that she could see and have her hands free as soon as possible. She was about to remove her shoes when he hollered, “Leave ‘em on.”

“I will if you make him watch,” Blanche said. She stood on a soft pine need carpet, in spike heeled shoes, wearing a bra and lace thong.

Hawk laughed. “You want him to watch me as I fuck you?”

Blanche shrugged and smiled. “Sure, why not?”

He roughly yanked the tape from around Jason’s throat. She died inside at the pain he must have caused, but at least she could see his beautiful face. She watched as he blinked to adjust to the light. Hawk had beaten him. Hawk was going to die.

She began to knead her breast lasciviously. “That looks nice, mujer, but don’t think for a second I am going to be enticed,” said Hawk.

“If I am going to get it, I might as well make it fun, no?” Blanche asked.

Now Hawk shrugged. “I like it when people watch. I like to perform,” he said.

“Come perform for me, big man,” Blanche replied, strutting towards him like an alley cat. “Where am I going to get it?”

What she meant was indoors or out but he answered, “In the mouth, in the pussy, and in the ass, mujer.”

And Blanche thought,
and you’re getting it right between the eyes, vaquero
. They closed the distance between them and she asked, “Are you going to fuck me on the ground right here before God and Jason Fowler?”

“I thought I would, for starters,” he answered.

“Your friends aren’t here are they? Are they next or do I only service you?” she said trying to throw in as much sensuality into her voice as she could stand.

“No,” he said abruptly. “You are mine. And mine alone.”

Well that’s a relief
, she thought. He was almost close enough. Almost. Almost. Blanche had to make sure that her next few moves were surgeon-precise. Just as the huge and dangerous Hawk was in touching distance, stooping to come in for a kiss, she did a little kick behind her butt and flung her shoe into her hand.

In a flash, she drove the spiked heel of her shoe into his forehead. With a follow through, she had the other shoe in her hand like a mitten, impaling the soft area of the side of his head. He collapsed, with her three hundred dollar Cole Hahn shoes embedded in his head.

Jason.

In bare feet and no clothing, she rushed to his aid. He was disoriented. Maybe drugged, maybe injured, but he was not fully comprehending where he was or what was happening to him. She let him stand where he was while she checked out the insides of the house. If it was empty, it might be the safest place for them.

It would be too great a distance for her to travel with a disabled man. The place was, in fact, empty. She was sure it wouldn’t be for long. She would have to try to get a signal and then gather up as many weapons as she could. She was in the fight of their lives.

She set Jason on the couch and then raced out to Hawk to make sure he had no weapons. It was hard to do, but she continued to work on him to make sure he was dead. She took his cellphone, his keys and his cash. She put her clothes back on and then went back into the house to secure it.

She called 911 and then she tried to call Dana directly on Hawk’s phone. She searched around to see if there was a stash of Jason’s stuff. She looked for his phone, his cash, and his keys. She was in the kitchen when she saw that Hawk, she guessed, had his laptop up and that it got internet somehow. She emailed a message to the sheriff’s, to Mrs. Cranston, to the San Juan Café, and to The Motorcycle Place. She needed help. Jason needed help.

Completely armed, she went back over to Jason to examine him. She noted an injection site on his neck. It looked as though he had been drugged. While that was not good, it gave her hope that Jason was not out of it due to injury. Still, she needed to get him to the hospital.

He started to laugh. “Goddamn, you are beautiful,” he said. “You went on that bridge. The look on your face when you realized you were stuck.” Jason was clearly high. “I was by the bridge. That’s where we keep our gold and I heard you like a Billy goat. You know that story? Billy Goats Gruff? I saw you and oh my gosh. I knew you were one of them, though, and it broke my heart. Every time one of them came in to town, I was like is this the one? Is this the one who’s going to kill me? ’Cause there was a rumor and then it was a straight-up fact.”

Jason’s words were slurred. It was strange to see him screwed up. “I have called an ambulance. Help is on the way,” she said to him.

He frowned and his personality turned. “Don’t give me your bullshit, girl. You were sent here to kill me. You. You were the one. You got in my bed. You made me fall head over heels in love with you and then you ripped the rug out from under me. Then this bastard said he was going to hurt you, so naturally, I jumped like the fool I am.”

“I am the same fool,” she said, “because I came to him thinking I was going to protect you.”

“You were naked out there. You were going to fuck him in front of me. I don’t want to hear any more,” he said. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful. I am so in love with you.”

“I am in love with you, too,” she said with little fear he would remember. She was a little worried that his repetition might have something to do with a concussion, though without question, he was intoxicated.

Blanche and Jason could hear a rustle outside. It was either Norte Mexicali members or the Seven Devils Motorcycle Club. Blanche cocked her weapon and took cover. She spied out the window and stood down. It was the good guys.