Gunnar looked to Marisol with a wink. “See you soon.” He pulled her into a hug and whispered something to her I couldn’t hear. Normally it would have pissed me off but I knew he wasn’t trying to steal my girl, even though she wasn’t technically mine. But dammit, I wanted to know what he’d said that made her shoulders sag with relief. Hell, who the fuck was I kidding? I wanted to be the man to say the words that righted her world.
Next time, I promised myself.
“Go before I change my mind!” Carlito’s voice grew deep with anger, the phony heavily accented thing he did was nowhere to be heard. “Now,” he urged.
“So much for good ol’ Mexican hospitality,” Gunnar said as he walked by, shoulder checking that bastard hard as he followed Guapo and another man out the door that had held us captive for weeks. Fucking weeks.
Following Gunnar out, I looked around as we turned through several dark corridors and noting all the paintings of alleged saints and so-called Gods and I knew where we were. A church. Specifically the basement of a church. “A fucking church,” I mumbled, drawing the attention of Guapo and the other man.
“Watch your mouth,” he spat out with a dark frown, his finger itching to touch the trigger.
Gunnar barked out a laugh as we climbed a narrow, dark staircase. “Beating the fuck out of a woman and two men is allowed inside these hallowed fucking walls, but not coarse language? Fucking idiot.”
The sunlight hit us both hard, nearly sending me to my knees under the force of her shine. “Fuck me, it’s bright out.” I could barely keep my eyes open and I had to stop to shield my eyes even as the others kept moving forward. Looking around I noticed the church was run down but the marquee looked updated and cared for.
“Let’s go, Stitch!”
I blinked and turned to where Gunnar stood, arms crossed with a frown on his face. “Right.” I cast the church one last look before jogging to catch up. “Where’s our ride?”
Guapo smirked. “No ride. I have your wallets,” he handed one to each of us and kept talking. “The border is an hour’s walk that way. Your phones are broken, so I suggest you start walking. It’s a long way to El Paso.”
I didn’t know much about the geography of Texas, but I knew enough to know it was a border town. “El Paso?”
Guapo nodded, his sleazy fucking smirk growing bigger by the second. “That’s where you’ll relieve the driver. El Paso.”
“You motherfucker,” Gunnar growled, his voice low and menacing. “If I see you again, I’m gonna rip your fucking brain out through your nose.”
Guapo’s la
ughter sounded behind us but neither of us looked back or acknowledged the bastard. We had a long damn walk ahead of us, to the border and then cross over to fucking El Paso. “You got any cash?”
Gunnar sighed and pulled out his wallet. “You lookin’ to get some pussy before crossing the border?”
“No, asshole. We need to blend in which means we need a backpack, regular clothes and some goddamn sunglasses.”
He flashed a smile at me. “We’re gonna make a true Reckless Bastard out of you yet, kid.”
Chapter Seventeen - Max
“Seriously, babe? Is this really fucking necessary?” I loved my wife with all my heart. She brought me back to life and had given me two beautiful children whose laughter reminded me of what I once fought for. What I now lived for. But this costume. “This is bullshit. I love you but it is.”
Jana laughed from where she was perched on the bed looking sexy as hell dressed up as Velma from Scooby-Doo. “Oh Max, it is so not bullshit. You look so good that I’m thinking about saying screw the deposit and keeping this costume. I always had a thing for Superman.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” I grumbled since she always drooled over the damn English dude in the cape. “Halloween is for the kids, not the grownups.”
She stood and smoothed down the plaid skirt that gave me pause. Maybe I’d been too hard on Velma as a kid. Those sexy little glasses and that tight fitting sweater definitely made an impression on me. One I couldn’t hide in these fucking tights. “Yeah but Halloween night is for grownups and like I said,” she leaned in close and pressed her plump tits against my chest as her hands slid up and down my torso with a hungry look in her eyes, “Superman is my favorite.”
I groaned out loud when she nibbled my bottom lip, my hands went straight to her ass and pulled her close. “You don’t play fair, sweetheart.”
“When it comes to having my wicked ways with you? Nevah!” She kissed me again, slow and hard until I was hard and aching everywhere. She pulled back with a sleepy heavy-lidded grin. “Besides, I think this will be more fun than our naked art sessions.”
I couldn’t stop the groan at the memory of coming home to find big sheets of white paper laid out on the floor with body paint lined up beside it. “I’ll be your canvas anytime, Jana.”
She kissed me again, harder this time and with more tongue. So much more tongue I groaned and slid my hands under her skirt, slipping a finger inside sexy little panties until I touched her wet pussy and she moaned into me. She clenched around me and I lifted her into the air, ready to send a quick orgasm shooting through her. “Jana,” I moaned.
“Yes, Max. Now.”
A quiet knock sounded and then a familiar voice. “Mommy, Uncle Lasso stole my cape!” Charlie was on the verge of tears and we both groaned.