Free with You

Chapter 14: On Guard Duty

Puppet POV

(All interaction translated from Spanish for ease of reading)

I look closely in each of the 12 CCD monitors, but I can’t seem to find…her.

“Is she here?” I ask the security guard, as he clicks through each camera. The guard and I are in a locked dark room at the top of the ship’s command center. “She’s easy to spot. An asian female. The only female on this ship,” I say.

“What about the woman with red hair?” the guard asks as he points to a monitor, where Monica is seen sneaking around in the hallway near my room. I can’t help but sigh shaking my head.

Why is that b***h here?!

“No, not that b***h. Keep looking,” I say with irritation. The guard nods and keeps flipping through different cameras on the ship. I start to feel restless, the longer I wait. When I think of what could possibly happen to her, while she’s on this ship…

It has me on edge…because, well this deal needs to go through.

Yeah, thats right, the deal.

That fucker that I picked up for this job, Chupa. He’s the one I’ve been worried about. The moment I debriefed the team about the leader being a female, I didn’t miss the subtle grin on Chupa’s face.

Rumor has it that when they finally captured him in Arizona, SWAT barged his door open, only to find him watching TV. They took him in for questioning, but he passed the polygraph with flying colors. He could’ve gotten away, but while he was at the precinct, they did a search of his place. They heard whimpering in the basement. Originally, the detectives had thought it was dogs, but when they went down to check, there were four naked women chained to the ground. They were so f****d up that they could barely walk or talk. The women also directed the detectives to the body size freezer in the basement that had various frozen parts of women. They knew to behave or else…the freezer would be their fate.

The day this motherfucker oversteps and f***s s**t up for me…

No…No…

He knows better...

But, if he even so much as tries to touch a hair on her head, he’s f*****g-

“Don Puppet, is that her?” the guard asks as he points to a monitor to the right hand side. My eyes zoom to the screen, and there she is.

She’s leaning against the rails at the tip of the ship like that scene in Titanic. I can only see her from the backside, but she seems to be deep in thought…

“Yes, that’s the one. If you see that piece of s**t Chupa get close to her, you let me know immediately. Is that clear?” I say with a serious tone and gripping his shoulders, so he knows I mean business.

“Yes sir,” the guard says nervously and nods. I turn to leave and head towards my room.

As I open the door to my quarters, I see Monica lying naked on my bed, biting her lip, and touching her sensitive area.

“Monica, what the f**k are you doing here?” I ask with so much venom and grab her wrist with force that she flinches.

“I’m here for you, baby, I thought you might want company. It’s a long trip,” she whimpers as her eyes start to water.

“What did I say before about interfering with my business?” I ask as she looks away, “—because that’s exactly what you’re doing by coming aboard this ship,” I say harshly pulling at her wrist.

“But…Daddy said it would be good for me to accompany you,” she says with an evil glint in her eye.

This conniving little b***h.

Well, her father is no better. What did I expect?

“Is that so?” I say sarcastically and throw her wrist down turning away.

“Would you stop being such an ass and come here?” she asks putting her hands on my shoulders for a massage. I shrug her hands off and turn to face her. I don’t want this b***h’s hands all over me.

“Get on your knees,” I say without emotion. She crosses her arms and annoyingly huffs like a child. “—hey, you wanted to come, time to pay up,” I say pointing to the ground.

She crawls to the floor in front of me, undoes my pants, and starts doing her thing. “Oh, and don’t think you can just sleep here with me. You’re getting your own room,” I say as she’s slurping on my d**k. There’s a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I say, but the b***h doesn’t stop. The door opens and Tamalon stands there looking surprised. He looks to Monica and then back to me.

“Uh…I can come back later,” he says in his deep voice.

“No, tell me what you came here for,” I say.

“Just came to report that the Yakuza have arrived and,” he pauses when Monica makes a *pop* sound with my d**k. We both look down at her.

Pinche zorra!

I grab her hair and she squeals. I toss her angrily to the corner of the room like a rag doll.

“Shut up. Get out,” I say sharply. I don’t spare her another glance as she makes her way out. I gesture Tamalon to continue, as I stuff my d**k back into my pants.

“—and, I need your OK for the fight tonight,” he asks without emotion.

There’s a small boxing ring set up in the rec room, and apparently it’s tradition to start every voyage with a little man to man challenge. I guess it more or less establishes the hierarchy of respect within the crew.

For Tamalon though, he’s been itching to f**k someone up since he got out. The guy has a history of violence, but it’s more hand to hand combat than anything else. If this helps him let off steam, cool. I don’t care.

On the other hand, his brother Flaco has been Don Vasquez’s contract sniper for as long as I can remember. Flaco wouldn’t last in any close combat fight, but even I have to admit, the man can shoot. Not sure why Don Vasquez insisted on Flaco to tag along when we won’t need a sniper. That’s the one thing that’s been bothering me, since I brought him along.

“Yeah, OK. Do what you need to do,” I say to Tamalon with a straight face. He crosses his arms, eyebrow raised, like he’s surprised at my answer. “Just keep your eyes on the J*** at all times. They may show up. Anything suspicious, you let me know,” I say. He nods in return.

“Remora and Flaco aren’t fighting so it’ll just be me,” he says.

“What about Chupa and Oso?” I ask.

“I haven’t seen those fools around,” he says with a shrug.

“That’s all?” I ask with no emotion. Tamalon nods and turns around to walk out. I drag my feet over to my bed, falling on my back, and blinking up at the fluorescent light bulb, until it gets smaller and smaller.