Chapter 16: The plan pt.2

*Gray*

"Fuck you are right," Josh breathed out, "Alright here is the plan, I'm still going to need you four to stay here and watch over Angel, and keep her safe. I don't care how you do it, just make sure nothing happens to her while I'm prepping everything. Mira, I can't exactly answer your question right now, but I can say there is a good chance that the answer is yes. As for the plan, we are going with Josh's plan, we are going to buy out the cartel, mainly just the immediate family of Cayla and make them our little actors. If they decline, that'll tell us they are lying and from there I'll handle it, but if they do take the money and play along that'd do us a good one."

I stood up straight again, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I inform the four in front of me. They all looked pleased with the idea, even though it was a very risky idea. Cayla's father is the richest man after me in this business even though I'm in the lead by a big leap that still stands. He holds the second-largest territory in the world and is a very powerful man and not someone you want as your enemy. But I guarantee I'm worse than him, I'm the ring leader as Angel put it, the one who holds the most power and can destroy another cult, gang, mafia or cartel just from a phone call if I don't feel like doing it with my own hands of course.

And it's all thanks to my father and mother before me, my mafia is a mix of Russian but most Hispanics of all trades. "I don't want to be stuck here babysitting some chick you fell in love with boss, give someone else my spot," Smiley, one of my closest men blurted out a look of uninterest burned into his facial expression. I brought one of my hands from my pockets and wiped under my nose with my thumb as I stared him down, "What?" I spoke blatantly. "Smiley, I wasn't asking you to do anything, and I wasn't asking you what you wanted to do. This is a direct order, you don't get to complain about it right now, but you can do it when I'm out of earshot."

My eyes were thinner than usual, and my tone wore cold as I spoke to him. It was obvious that Smiley disliked my words, but he listened anyway and would surely complain later. But I could care less about that, my mind was elsewhere. "That's it for now, In a week's time I'll fill you in on all that has happened. You can go home to your families now or do whatever you want until morning."

I dismissed them, and after they left I went into the guest room to check on Angel one last time before I left her alone to rest for the next few hours. It wasn't late or anything yet, still pretty much early, only noon. I still had a lot to do, now especially since I knew what I wanted to do. I had to execute this plan accordingly and correctly, I couldn't just walk into the old man's home and expect him to hear me out without an appointment at hand. After checking up on Angel who was sleeping soundly, I went into my private office stationed next to the guest room. I made a few phone calls, informing those who were my allies of the situation at hand and the plan. These were the men and women who were at the meeting in the underground, we talked about the Cayla situation and if they had any insight about her whereabouts. Some even offered to lend a hand in finding her, at a pretty price of course. After the phone calls that I made, I conjured up the money I was to offer to the old man. "1 million should be enough," I said aloud to myself, leaning back into my office chair as I rubbed at my chin in thought. Now I just needed to call the old man and see how he acts toward this little Idea of mine. I picked up my phone once again and Dialed the old man's private number.

"Who's calling?" The old man answered on the other line, I was in the middle of lighting my blunt once he answered so it took me a quick second before I answered him. With my lips comfortably wrapped around the bud of the blunt I held between two of my fingers, I sucked in deeply then exhaled the smoke that had built up in my lungs and found its escape through my nostrils.

"It's Scar, I got a deal for you old man."

"Does it involve my daughter? I told you I have no idea about her whereabouts."

"You told me that before. Yes it involves your daughter but you also get a free million just from doing a bit of acting, what do you say?"

For a moment the old man went silent as if he had to think about the words that just left his ears. I heard his breathing become a little hitched on the other line which made me chuckle to myself quietly, the old man was nervous. I took another deep puff from my blunt and exhaled the smoke from my nostrils. Then I adjusted myself slightly in my seat.

"What do you want from me?"

"I just need you and your family to do a bit of acting, nothing too crazy. I'll pay you one million to act as if I've taken you hostage and plan to take control of all your business. Drugs, money, that disgusting ass trafficking you got going on. Oh and by the way, if I didn't mention already you have until the 3rd of next month to stop all that shit or I'm really going to take your shit. And I'm only saying next month and not a week because I really respect you and don't want to see you and your family at ground zero, so don't fuck this up."

I could hear the old man tense up slightly and adjust himself in his chair where he sat. He gulped loudly which was also another Indicator that gave him away. He didn't know I knew about his little trafficking sceam. "Alright...Deal. I'll do the acting and cut off the trafficking." "Smart man, And tell your wife Martha I said hey while you are at it."

I smirked mischievously as I made my request, my mind wandering back to the days of my affairs with the old man's wife while he was away on business. Can you blame me though, someone had to please her while he was away. I hung up the phone before he could say another word to me. Surprisingly the old man actually had a really beautiful young wife, I can't say it's too surprising though. The old men in this business always go after the young ones, so I could hardly say I was surprised when I saw Angel and heard she was chosen as the preferred waitress for the old heads.

I do not doubt in my mind those old men really wanted to bed her after she turned eighteen, and would make their attempt at some point if they haven't already. Too bad though, for them she's mine now. Even right now, Angel filled my thoughts and she was only in the room next to me. Even as I thought about Martha I quickly began to think about her instead, and Imagine that in Martha's place, Angel was the woman I had been fucking roughly without so much a care in the world. Ravaging her very being every night, leaving marks all over her body in naughty places.

Imagining it was her leaving scratches on my back and hickeys on my pale milky skin. I licked at my lips as these naughty thoughts flooded my mind and imagination, I breathed heavily my breath becoming hitched as my cock became hard at the very thought of Angel being naked in the same bed with me. I'd give anything to stretch out her tight virgin pussy to my shape. I licked my lips again, groping myself through my slacks. I was harder than a rock right now, and not having a pussy to fuck was irritating as fuck.

I didn't want just any womans' pussy though, not anymore at least I only wanted Angel wrapped around me whenever I became like this. I took another long puff of my blunt in irritation at being hard, exhaling the smoke from my nostrils as I had done before. Then, pushing the blunt down and putting it out into the ashtray that sat placed next to my work laptop, I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. Then I slid my hand down into my boxer briefs and pulled out my rock-hard throbbing cock. I was about, 9 inches at most when I was hard, and being an Intersex woman my dick wasn't exactly fully developed so I couldn't provide my partner with kids, but I could still creampie her at least.

I also had a vagina, it works the same as any other womans vagina, I just didn't get periods. Though, I didn't want anything going inside of me, I enjoy getting my pleasure from my dick since it feels great I did try dildos when I was younger and still exploring what my body likes I quickly learned I didn't like them all that much even though they do please me. The thought of having my dick inside of my significant other though, that shit was so hot and brought me the most pleasure in the world. Don't get me wrong though, if my partner really did want to try topping me and fucking me of course I'd let them I wouldn't mind but, I enjoy dominating so much that I'm not any good at being a submissive for anyone. I wrapped my hand around my shaft, making sure I was as comfortable in my seat as possible I stroked my hand up and down slowly using my saliva as my natural lube.

It didn't feel as good as warm wet pussy did, but for now, it worked well enough. I keep stroking my hand up and down my cock, making sure to go all the way up so I didn't miss my tip, my most sensitive area. My lips quivered as I imagined myself taking Angel's virginity, my hips even felt the urge to begin thrusting it felt so real. I moaned softly, feeling myself reaching my climax. My jaws locked, and my hand continued to stroke up and down up and down, faster now as my imagination continued to play like a movie in my mind. Soon, I felt myself about to cum and just before I did I stopped wanting to leave myself on the edge.

"Fuck Angel, I want you so bad baby girl."