Angel

Chapter 32

Rico

I was strutting as I entered the main hall. "What's got you so pumped, man?" Tino asked.

"Nice piece of pussy I've been craving for years just landed herself in our hall. Jake and I gave her a real nice welcome," I grinned.

He laughed, "Fuck, man, maybe you should share the love. Ain't nothing new around here." I laughed, he was right though, same girls as always. Then again, Cardoza tended to keep his women away from the gangs, saying it kept the boundaries clear. "So you ready for tonight?"

I shrugged, "I don't really know what's going on. All I know is we're supposed to show up at dinner for some kind of announcement. You know anything more?"

"Nah, man," he said. "Carlos was looking for you though. Maybe he'll tell you more."

I nodded and headed toward his office. I could hear voices arguing behind the door, then knocked. "Come in!" Carlos barked. I opened the door and damn near shit my pants. Jake was sitting in the chair in front of the desk with both Carlos and Mr. Cardoza himself, looking like they wanted to kill him. "Rico, bout damn time you showed up. Jake here was just telling us about the American girl you were entertaining," Carlos sneered. I didn't miss the emphasis he placed on the last word.

Jake's eyes looked like they were about to bug out of his skull as he stared at me. I swallowed hard. "Yes sir, um, Angel. She used to boost for me." I swear to God, Mr. Cardoza fucking growled when I mentioned her name. "Is there a problem?"

"Where is she?" Mr. Cardoza asked in a low voice, his hands gripping the edge of his desk so hard I thought he was going to flip it.

"My room." Faster than I could react, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at Jake's dick. I held my hands up, "Woah, woah, Mr. Cardoza. Sir, she was brought to our quarters. I just assumed she was coming back to us. We just had a little welcoming party, sir. She's not hurt, I swear, just a little high."

"Who the fuck brought her to you?" he demanded as Jake kept his eyes focused on the gun.

"Tori," Jake replied. "Said she was told to deliver her." Carlos let out a slew of curses and ran his hands through his hair, then stormed out of the room. Probably to find Tori. "Mr. Cardoza, we didn't know, sir."

Didn't know what?

"You or him?" Cardoza said, moving the gun between us, his eyes dark. Jake sputtered and looked at me for help. "Who drugged her...who fucked her?"

I let out a breath, realizing that both of us were fucked. "Jake shot her up, we played around, but didn't fuck her, boss."

"I didn't," Jake protested, "I just jacked off on her tits." I rolled my eyes at the idiot, but Cardoza made a strangled noise and in a blink, shoved the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Fuck me...

He turned to me, gun aimed, "When she worked for you, did you sleep with her then?" I shook my head no. Suddenly the doors flew open and Carlos dragged Tori in by her hair as she cried and rambled in some language I didn't understand. She took one look at the gaping hole in the back of Jake's head and went completely silent.

Cardoza stepped closer to where Carlos had thrown her on the floor. He lifted her chin, then backhanded her hard enough to send her straight to the carpet screaming. He then grabbed her chin and getting in her face demanded, "Who fucking told you to take her to the Palmas?"

She handed him her phone. He swore and handed it to Carlos who blanched. "Boss, no fucking way I sent this." Cardoza looked at him skeptically, then back to Tori. "Who had access to your phone today?" he demanded of Tori. Cardoza had released her face, but she remained on the carpet, too terrified to move.

"N...no one, sir. I stayed with the girl in the hospital wing like you said until I got the text I thought was from you," she replied, looking straight at him. Fuck, that girl has balls. No one held eye contact with Carlos without getting hurt.

Cardoza took a step back, gun still in hand as he rubbed his face. He looked at Carlos, "Find out who the fuck sent that message. Rico, get her cleaned up and ready for dinner. Don't tell her I'm here," he said as I let my breath go. I thought for sure he was gonna fucking shoot me. I started to head out, but he stopped me. "Oh, and Rico, don't think I've forgotten what you did. You might want to keep it to yourself...unless you want to join good ole Jake here."

With a last look at my buddy, I nodded, "Yes Mr. Cardoza," and left as quickly as possible, making a direct line to Angel. Damn, I hope no one else messed with her.

I reached my room and found her still passed out on the bed. I took her hands out of the cuffs, massaging them to get the circulation going, then hollered at one of the girls to bring me a dress for her. "Angel, you need to wake up, baby," I said softly. Sitting here now, I could see how beautiful she really was. I'd been so focused on messing with her, that I didn't really look at her. Her soft brown hair framed her face even with all of the tangles, and her face had a light smattering of freckles kissing her skin. She mumbled and tried to roll over, but cried out in pain. Shit. Cardoza's gonna kill me if we hurt her. I stepped into the bathroom and started a shower, then stripped down to my boxers. Picking her up gently, I carried her under the warm water.

She groaned, her eyes opening slightly as I began washing her body. "R...Rico," she slurred.

"Yeah, Angel, it's me," I said, trying to focus on cleaning her and not her pert little ass against my cock. Hell, that's what got me into this mess in the first fucking place. "You need to clean up, baby. We have a dinner to attend."

She muttered something and reached out for shampoo. I helped her rinse it out when I saw her wince. Then getting on my knees...who would have thought...I washed every inch of her. As the washcloth went over her clit, she moaned, and I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from eating her right there. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she whined my name.

"We can't, baby. No time," I lied as I turned off the water and helped her dry off. She was still pretty high. I have no idea if Cardoza will end up shooting me at dinner when he sees her or the bruises on her wrists. Jake and I weren't gentle. Oh great, now I'm fucking hard thinking about it. "Here, slip this on and I'll get one of the girls to help you with your hair," I told her, tugging the dress over her head. It clung to all of her curves in just the right way. Shit... I quickly walked out as she sat, dazed in front of a mirror.

"Sherri, help her get ready. Keep the makeup natural," I barked as I headed to a different room to solve my problem.

Author's Notes: Gee, the threat of death is such a great motivator...