Chapter 13 Cartel Whispers
Isabella
The salt-tanged air of Javier's apartment wrapped around me like a noose, thick with the scent of our sweat and the mezcal we'd shared after our frantic fuck. I lay sprawled on his bed, my body still buzzing from the way his long cock had stretched my pussy, his thrusts a temporary balm against the storm raging in my mind. Richard Daddy, the man I'd poisoned my own mother for was out there, sealing a deal with Marco to end me. I'd watched him fuck that cartel whore in the warehouse, his thick cock pounding her like it meant nothing, like I meant nothing. Jealousy burned hotter than the Mexican sun, but it fueled me now, sharpening my edges. Javier's cum leaked from me, mingling with Richard's from earlier, a slippery reminder that I was done being played. I needed a plan, and Javier was my key: his connections, his cock, his willingness to kill for a taste of this wet pussy.
Javier stirred beside me, his tattooed arm draping over my waist, pulling me closer. "Isabella," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers tracing lazy circles down to my thigh. "You thinking about him? Or us?"
I rolled toward him, my hand sliding down to grip his semi-hard cock, stroking it back to life. "Both," I admitted, my voice husky. "He's meeting Marco to kill me. I need to strike first. Tell me everything about this fixer. Who backs him?"
He groaned as I pumped him, his hips bucking slightly. "Marco's not alone, princesa. He's a cartel. Los Halcones the Falcons. They run this coast: drugs, hits, everything. Victor was their contact up north; now Marco's stepping up. If Richard's paying him, it's cartel money washing through."
My pussy clenched at the revelation of cartel involvement? It escalated everything, turning our personal vendetta into a war with shadows that could swallow us whole. But the danger made me wetter, a twisted thrill pooling between my legs. "Los Halcones," I repeated, squeezing his cock harder. "How deep? Can we use them against Richard?"
Javier's eyes darkened, lust and caution mixing as he flipped me onto my back, his body covering mine. "Dangerous game. They're vultures picking up what's left. Marco reports to El Jefe, a ghost named Ramon. Cross them, and you're fish food." He teased my entrance with his cockhead, rubbing it through my slick folds. "But I know the way in. My cousin runs with their low-level crew. We could flip him, get intel on the meeting."
I arched, guiding him inside me, gasping as his length filled my pussy inch by inch. "Do it," I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Call your cousin. While you fuck me. Make it happen."
He chuckled, starting a slow thrust, his phone already in hand. "Naughty. You like the risk, eh?" He dialed, speaker on, as he built rhythm, his cock sliding deep and steady. The line rang, my moans muffled against his shoulder.
"Primo," a gruff voice answered Javier's cousin, I assumed. "What's up? Late for chit-chat."
Javier groaned softly as I clenched around him, but kept his voice steady. "Need a favor, Luis. That gringo meeting Marco tonight El Diablo's. What's the play?"
Luis hesitated, the sound of waves or wind in the background maybe on a boat. "Cartel business, man. Stay out. But... word is, the gringo's buying a hit on his girl. Marco's taking the cash, but El Jefe wants more and thinks the guy's got hidden assets. They're gonna squeeze him dry, then dump both."
My blood ran hot and cold cartel squeezing Richard? They knew about the inheritance, Mom's money we'd funneled south. I ground against Javier, my pussy dripping, the betrayal fueling my grind. "Ask about Ramon," I whispered in his ear, nipping the lobe.
Javier thrust harder, covering with a grunt. "And El Jefe? Ramon's in on this?"
Luis laughed bitterly. "Always. He smells money. If the gringo balks, it's war. Why are you asking? You got tangled?"
"Just curious," Javier lied, his free hand rubbing my clit, making me bite my lip to stay quiet. "Owe me one text if it goes south."
"Will do. Stay safe, primo." Click.
Javier tossed the phone, flipping us so I was on top, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him hard. "Hear that? Cartel's circling. Richard's fucked if he doesn't pay up."
I bounced faster, my tits jiggling, nails digging into his chest. "Good. Let them bleed him. But I want to use me as bait. Get close to Marco."
His eyes widened, but his cock swelled inside me. "Crazy, Isabella. They'd fuck you first, then kill you. Their style."
The image cartel hands me, rough and demanding made my pussy spasm. "Maybe," I gasped, grinding deep. "But I'd turn it in. Suck their cocks for info, then poison them all."
He laughed darkly, thrusting up to meet me. "My deadly siren. Cum on my about it."
I did, shattering with a scream, my juices soaking him as waves crashed through me. He followed, filling me with hot spurts, our bodies slick and trembling.
After, we lay panting, his arm around me. "Seriously," he said, serious now. "Los Halcones don't play. Ramon lost a brother to a vicious double-cross. But Luis can get us a meeting. Pretend your leverage against Richard."
I nodded, my mind spinning plans. "Do it. But first... eat my pussy clean. Taste what we made."
He grinned, sliding down, his tongue delving into my cum-filled folds. "Mmm, wet and messy. Tell me your plan while I lick."
I moaned, arching. "We crashed the warehouse. I seduce Marco to get him talking. You take out the goons. Then... poison Richard mid-fuck. Let the cartel think he crossed them."
His tongue flicked my clit, sucking gently. "Bold. But if Ramon catches wind..."
"Turn it on him," I panted, thighs squeezing his head. "Frame Richard for the cartel hits up north. Emily, Mom, they pin it on him."
Javier hummed approval, fingers joining his tongue, plunging deep. "Smart. Cum again, princesa. For the plan."
I did, grinding against his face, orgasm ripping through as the cartel loomed larger in my fantasies rough men, guns, and me in the middle, wet and scheming.
Phone buzzed Luis: Meet's on. Gringo's there. Tensions high Marco demanding more cash.
Javier wiped his mouth, eyes fierce. "Now?"
"Now," I said, dressing quickly. We slipped out, Javier grabbing a knife from his drawer—"For protection."
The warehouse loomed darker now, lights flickering inside. We crept to the back entrance, peeking through a cracked door. Richard faced Marco, cash on the table, but Marco's goons had guns drawn. "Not enough, gringo," Marco snarled. "El Jefe wants double. Or we take the girl ourselves and use her for leverage. Or fun."
Richard tensed, his hand inching toward his pocket gun? "She's mine. Deal's off."
Marco laughed. "Too late. Ramon's orders the cartel's invested now. Your little poisoning spree up north? We know. Pay up, or we feed you to the sharks."
My pulse raced cartel knew about Mom? Emily? How deep did this go?
Javier whispered, "Wait here. I'll flank."
But I pushed forward, stepping into the light. "Looking for me?"
All eyes turned Richard's widening in shock, Marco's in lust. "The girl," Marco purred, eyeing my body. "Perfect timing."
Richard lunged. "Isabella, run!"
But Marco's goon cocked a gun. "Stay. Let's talk."
I sauntered closer, hips swaying, my pussy tingling at the power play. "Heard you're a cartel. Los Halcones. Impressive. What if I offer something better than cash?"
Marco smirked, stepping forward, his hand brushing my arm. "Like what, puta? Your wet pussy?"
I leaned in, whispering, "Information. On Richard's hidden accounts. And... a taste." I glanced at Richard, jealousy flashing in his eyes.
Marco grabbed my ass, pulling me close, his cock hard against me. "Talk first. Then maybe."
Richard roared, charging but a goon pistol-whipped him down. "Daddy," I mocked, turning to Marco. "He's got millions stashed. Swiss accounts. I know the codes."
Marco's eyes gleamed. "Prove it."
I rattled off a fake number enough to buy time as Javier snuck in behind. "And for Ramon? Tell him I can be... useful."
Marco laughed, yanking me toward a crate. "El Jefe likes fresh meat. Bend over to show me how useful it is."
My heart hammered, but I obeyed, hiking my sarong, exposing my wet pussy. "Fuck me quick. Seal the deal."
He unzipped, his cock thick, veined teasing my entrance. Richard watched, bound now, fury in his eyes. "Isabella, no!"
"Yes," I moaned as Marco thrust in, filling me roughly. "Talk, Marco. What's Ramon's endgame?"
He pounded hard, grunting. "Control. Your man's money launders our coke. But he's slippery Victor's death? Suspect him. El Jefe wants him dead after payout."
I pushed back, clenching around him. "And me?"
"Collateral," he growled, spanking me. "Or whore for the crew."
The words made me wetter cartel whore? Thrilling, terrifying. Javier crept closer, knife ready.
Richard struggled. "She's mine! All yours, Daddy—remember?"
Jealousy spiked my orgasm. I came hard, screaming, pussy pulsing around Marco's cock. He followed, filling me with hot cum.
Javier struck a knife to a goon's throat, chaos erupting. Gunfire. I grabbed Marco's dropped pistol, aiming at Richard. "Truth time, Daddy."
He pleaded, "Baby, no—it's a setup. I was turning on them for you!"
Lies. But Marco recovered, grabbing me. "Bitch!"
Javier tackled him, fists flying. I shot a goon down. Richard broke free, grabbing me. "Run!"
Outside, we fled to Javier's truck. He was bloodied, me dripping cum. "What now?" Javier demanded, speeding away.
"Cartel's after us," I said, hand on Richard's thigh, then Javier's. "Both your cocks my army."
They exchanged glances, jealous, but aroused. Back at the cabana, tension exploded. "Fuck me together," I commanded, stripping. "Seal the alliance."
Richard growled, Javier smirked. Richard entered my pussy first, Javier my mouth. We talked mid-fuck cartel plans, Ramon hunts.
Switched Javier in my pussy, Richard watching, stroking. "Her pussy's tight," Javier taunted.
"Mine," Richard shot back, entering my ass double penetration, stretching me full.
I screamed in ecstasy, cumming hard. They filled me, cum everywhere.