Page 39 of Snow Good to Lose
“Where the fuck is Amari?” I screamed in his face.
Several guns cocked in unison behind him. I smirked and shoved my forearm into his neck. I was pretty sure if they unloaded their guns into me, a few would pass through and kill this motherfucker, too.
With my foggy brain, I forgot Carlos would be carrying. He pointed the gun at my cock. I leaned into him. My cock actually grew hard. I was a masochistic fuck.
Amari.
“If you allow me to breathe, I’ll tell you.” Carlos held the gun up.
I eased up on his throat.
“Talk.”
“She’s in Mexico. Sinezilio family estate.” I released Carlos. He adjusted his collar. “She’s with her father and his fiancée. They are preparing for the wedding.”
Wedding.
The world spun around me. I sat back down on the table.
“What wedding?” I blinked. “They still have the deal in place. It’s been two years.”
“Yeah, and from what I hear, Mr. McCoy’s gone broke keeping them at bay.” Carlos touched his neck. “Apparently, Sinezilio’s son had a hard-on for your woman for years.”
“We were dead.”
“Yeah, well, you weren’t as careful as you thought,mi amigo.” Carlos patted me on the back.
I pushed him away and stood up. I waited a beat until my legs remained solid under me. I pushed the rage to the back burner and went into strategic mode.
“I have to get her back.” I headed for the door.
“What are you going to do, drive all the way to Mexico? Knock on the door and hope they let you in?” Carlos laughed.
“I’ll burn the place down around them if I have to.” I stopped. A mirror hung in the hallway. Dark circles had formed under my eyes. My chest appeared sunken in. “Fuck.” I pushed my hair out of my face.
“Don’t worry, we won’t have to resort to such drastic measures.” I turned back to Carlos.
“What do you mean?”
“No need to barge on in. We have an invitation.” Carlos’ eyes gleamed. He was proud of himself. He had concocted some plan, but what for? I hoped he realized his plan would go to shit along with his life if anything happened to Amari.
* * *
Carlos insistedI clean myself up. Wheels up in two hours.
It was a four-hour flight to Mexico City. The wedding was to take place tomorrow.
I returned to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Our stuff remained undisturbed. A hint of Amari lingered in the air. It may have been wishful thinking. I couldn’t bear the thought of her thinking I was dead. At first it would break her, but she would fight. I knew my girl; she would always fight.
She was strong. I didn’t tell her often enough. If we got out of this alive, I’d tell her every day. She knew I loved her; I needed her to know I believed in her. I asked her to trust me. I needed her to know, I trusted her, too.
I stepped into the shower. Emotions overcame me. I closed my eyes and imagined her wrapped around me. My cock hardened thinking about the last time I was inside of her. I gripped my cock and squeezed it hard.
“Fuck you.” I screamed and let go of myself. I turned the shower on. Ice cold water hit my chest. It relieved some tension. I let the water pour over me until I shivered.
I shut it off and wrapped a towel around my waist.
The wound on my chest looked bad and felt worse, but I was alive. The ringing in my ear had dissipated a little.
