Page 132 of Cartel King

“Could Jorge walk in on us?”

“He’d knock and wait to be told he can enter.”

Reassured, I slip off my dress. Enrique cups my bare ass and kisses my neck.

“It pleases me to find you without panties,chiquita. When I want your pussy, I will have it. You will not put anything between me and what’s mine.”

He runs his fingers between my pussy lips, and I know he finds me wet. I always am these days.

“Take your bra off.”

I follow his orders, and he guides me to put my hands behind my back. He binds my wrists with my bra straps tight enough I can’t slip them out. He unfastens his trousers and pulls his boxer briefs down before he sits.

“Come here, baby girl.”

I straddle him and ease down his cock.

“Ay, papí.”

“That’s right,chiquita. Why do you call me Daddy?”

“Because you’ll always protect me. I can lean on you when I need help or to feel safe. You’ll take control when I need a break or when you need the reassurance I’m okay.”

“Do I believe you can make your own decisions?”

“Always.”

“Do I trust you to make good ones?”

“Yes.”

“Then come here.”

He opens his arms to me, and I lean against him. The moment my cheek touches his chest, my eyes drift closed. My entire body relaxes, and I feel my shoulders sink away from my ears. He kisses my forehead, and I feel calmer. His right hand cups my ass while his left caresses my back. He says nothing else, just letting me breathe.

I don’t think about the situation. Instead, I do my best to quiet my mind. I listen to his heartbeat, which is so strong I can hear the steady rhythm even though my ear isn’t over it. It doesn’t feel like the weight of the world is squashing me anymore.

“I created an account years ago for money that comes in that isn’t from business transactions. It’s a place to put money that came from transactions that weren’t for goods or services.”

“Hush money.”

“The account balance will go down if they have to pay for something other than goods or services.”

I neither confirm nor deny their regular illegal endeavors because I don’t need to. Enrique understands what I mean.

“Only one other person knows how to access this even if other people know it exists. This is usually a final destination, not a conduit to another account.”

Hopefully, Enrique picks up on the keywordusuallybecause this is where my conflicted feelings stem from.

“I suspect other parties don’t know Tommaso is basically robbing Peter to pay Paul. Or in this case, Pyotr and Paolo.”

I switch to the Russian and Italian pronunciations, not that I doubt Enrique can follow along. This ensures my meaning isn’t lost.

“He’s figured out a way to force Pyotr to pay him, so he can pay Paolo. However, neither Pyotr nor Paolo know Pyotr’s essentially paying Paolo. Tommaso’s just the pass-through. It would seriously displease Pyotr to learn that, and Paolo wouldneverlet Pyotr forget that.”

I’m inching across thin ice right now, and I keep waiting to hear it crack. It’ll be an icy plunge if I fall through. Enrique says nothing, just holding me as I piece through how to share without specifics.

“Because Tommaso robbed Pyotr, it’ll force Pyotr to recoup his losses. It wouldn’t surprise me if Pyotr steals from Paolo, unaware he’s basically getting his own money back because he won’t know Paolo’s even involved. That Tommaso paid Paolo with the money he got from Pyotr.”

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