Free with You

Chapter 7: The Job

Puppet POV

“Pinche babosos! (f*****g slime balls!)” I hear my boss slam his whiskey glass, as I enter his office. This shits funny to me, but I ain’t laughing.

“Don Vasquez,” I walk in, bowing my head respectfully, before I stand before him, “Que puedo hacer? (What can I do?)”

*Translated in English for ease of reading*

“This piece of s**t is asking for 100 containers of f*****g avocados to move our goods! 100 f*****g containers!” the boss shakes his head in disbelief, “—we’ve never done that much, it would attract too much attention. I don’t trust those J**s, they can go to f*****g hell!” he says pouring himself another glass of whiskey with his shaking hands.

Don Vasquez is just about at the end of his tenure. He’s in his 70’s with such a morbidly scarred face, from all the plastic surgery, that he isn’t recognizable anymore. His face looks like it’s melting, but I can always spot those black beady eyes anywhere. There’s been talk that he’s stepping down soon, to hand over the reins to his daughter.

Hah!

This cartel will be mine in no time.

“Aye, my Don, but it’s good money, no?” I counter nonchalantly, leaning against his desk and crossing my arms.

“Of course, it’s good money,” the Don says with irritation, “—plus their proof of funds checks out,” the Don adds quietly with a bored look, as he pinches the bridge of his f****d up nose.

“A suggestion - we meet their group at our port to check that they’re real,” I add with a smirk, “—and kill them all, if they don’t wire us upon unloading.”

I reach over to grab the bottle of whiskey and start pouring myself a glass from his desk.

“My son, but that’s a lot of product to waste on such a risk,” the Don says with angry eyes, “—I won’t be made a fool.”

“And, you won’t be. I can personally lead this mission to ensure we’re paid, and if we’re not, I kill them all and we ride back,” I say staring at his dark cold eyes while my nose sticks inside the glass. I inhale the aroma of the dark liquid, stirring something pleasant in my body.

*SHATTERING of glass*

I look to see that my glass of whiskey is now in pieces and puddles on the floor.

What a f*****g waste.

“Nobody makes a fool out of me! You hear me?! You get me my money no matter what!” the Don fumes as he’s panting from knocking the glass out of my hand.

“Don’t bother coming back, if you can’t even do that.”

“Understood, my Don,” I say, before bowing my head respectfully, and turning away towards the exit.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” the Don yells, before I am inches from the door.

I turn around, my eyes cast to the ground.

“The warden of El Hongo has a few candidates lined up for this job. You make good use of them won’t you, Puppet?”

“Yes sir.”

**

*Two days later*

**

“That’s it baby,” I grunt with my mouth salivating from the pressure building up inside me, “—almost there…”

My breathing is getting uneven with beads of sweat rolling down my forehead. As I’m about to finish, I grip her red hair, as I plunge my whole d**k into her throat. My whole body spasms with pleasure, as I pump out that last bit. She gags, her eyes watering, as she’s pierces her long nails into my thighs.

“Good girl,” I say with a satisfied smirk as I slowly pull my d**k out of her mouth. She smiles back at me, wiping her lips, and standing up.

“Can you… f**k me now?” she says as seductively as possible, leaning over the bed next to us to show me her shaved wet p***y.

“I already told you, I don’t do that,” I say without emotion. I’m tucking my d**k into my pants and grabbing my shirt.

“The f**k do you mean? I’ve made love to you more times than I can count! Now I need you to return the favor!” she pouts with her red wavy hair sliding all over her perky t**s.

“We didn’t make love Monica. You sucked my d**k,” I say to her as a grip her chin to wipe off my c*m, that’s sticking to her cheek.

“Puppet, if you don’t f**k me right now, you can kiss the cartel empire goodbye.”

Dios Mío.

She’s threatening me again with that nonsense.

“Monica, my darling, when your old daddy dies, every rival is gonna come after you. Who will protect you?” I say with a grin and point a finger to myself, “—that’s right, I will be the one to protect you and make our territory indestructible…think of our babies”.

Suddenly her face lights up and she forgets her threat, upon my mention of babies, that I will never give her.

“Okay mi amor, good luck with work!” she says as she jumps off the bed and runs to the shower.

Her beautiful pale slender body gives me goosebumps, but I shake my head at the s**t I constantly get myself into.

Hah, reminds me, I need to debrief my team before we greet the J**s at the port. There is a main point of contact who goes by the name, Nomura—likely the Yakuza’s right hand, like myself.

That’s my main target.

I grab my aviators and put them on in front of the mirror.

“Either Nomura pays or he f*****g dies.”