His head is between Kat's legs, the dark curls being gripped in her fists as her meaty thighs clench around his ears and seems to fill them, block them off from the real world. He can hear his heart pounding in his own head, his blood rushing as he feasts on her, the bottom half of his face completely immersed in her core. His chin is jutting into her whole, his nose pressing against her clit as he open mouth laps at her.
It's like floating.
It's like peace.
All he can focus on is trying to eat her whole through her cunt because fuck he's wanted this for so long, wanted her flayed open. Wanted to tear her apart, wanted her to willingly let him tear her apart. Every time she wore one of those little skirts, every time she looked up at him through those thick eyelashes (which was every time she looked at him because she was nearly a foot shorter than him) it made some animal part of him, that part that he constantly tried to repress, bare its teeth.
She's writing, the squeaks she makes are breathy, almost like she's in pain as she keeps trying to pull herself away. He keeps a vice like grip on her soft hips though, plowing himself forward.
She couldn't get away.
He wouldn't let her go anywhere.
Didn't she get it yet? He'd hold her down, she could kick and scream but he wasn't going to loosen his grip on her. And it was her own fucking fault. For making him laugh. For keeping him on his toes. For being her.
"James" high pitched and desperate and it spurs him on.
James.
James.
"James" This time it has a southern twinge to it and he feels his shoulder being nudged.
James' dark eyes snap open and he's assaulted by blaring early morning sunlight that's pouring in through the cream colored drapes. Fuck, he was late.
He takes a minute to breathe through his nose, to try to catch his breath before he turns his head to face the woman who had woken him up.
"Baby, your alarms been going off for, like, ten minutes" Kim's all groggy as she looks over at him with bug blue eyes "Are you okay? You we're thrashing something fierce"
He's uncomfortable, his chest feels heavy and his teeth clench as a feeling he's all too familiar with washes over him. Guilt. He had been dreaming about lounge fucking his boss; his boss who was eight years younger than him, while his girlfriend slept net to him.
What kind of prick did something like that?
His straining erection doesn't help his guilt much.
"Nothing, babe. I don't even remember what I was dreaming about"
"Really? Cause someone's standing tall for attention" Kim giggles scooting closer to him and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder and he feels like scum.
"You know my morning routine" He gruffly laughs her off "I'm late, I've gotta' go shower" He pushes himself up and out of bed and she doesn't protest she just stretched out in his place.
"Love you, baby. Have a good day"
When he tells her he loves her back it feels like lead in his mouth.
Kat walks into the warehouse, and flips her hair behind her shoulders she's happy to be out of the heat.
Was she still feeling the weight of a cousin she'd never known death?
Yup.
Did she have the time to focus on it right now?
No.
She looks around and then see's Teresa, in the mule' area.
Kat replays the other nights events to herself in her head.
and in all the chaos she hadn't gotten to talk to her. She knew it hadn't been easy for the brunette, knew that the woman must still be taking it pretty hard so she starts over in her direction to do some damage control.
Kat doesn't get far because Teresa gets up and actually starts coming in her direction.
"Teresa-Hi"
Teresa stops in her tracks and looks at the shorter woman. She's dressed to the nines as usual, nude color of the dress she had on highlighting her tan.
"Hey" Teresa smiles uncomfortably, tight and forced and Kat picks up on it easily. "I have to speak with the Charger"
"Why?" Kat questions, her face concerned.
Real or fake concern, Teresa doesn't know.
She does know however; that Kat is high ranking, had rank over the Charger and that even though her request sound polite- it was a demand. Plus the Charger was jabbering away on his cellphone across the lot, obviously busy.
So even though Teresa had no desire to talk to her, she did.
"There's a sick girl, it's pretty bad"
"Who?" Kat's eyes scanned the beds. There couldn't be any sick girls, they could spread infection.
"One of the mules, she needs a doctor. And I don't know anyone"
Kat chews her lip at this and wracks her brain.
Who owed her a favor?
"Doctor Cohen" It dawns onto her "That's his name; his office isn't that far from here. It's like a fifteen minute drive" Kats grabbed a small, spare, note pad from one of the tables and is writing the information down for Teresa "I cant go with you, I have some stuff to handle this morning but tell him Kat sent you, okay? He won't give you any trouble" She rips the paper out of the spiral notebook and hands it to Teresa.
"Thank you" Teresa's still terse as she takes the paper and turns to leave, still untrusting and traumatized and Kat remembers what it was like to see someone die, someone be murdered for the first time.
"Teresa" The dark haired woman stops in her tracks and looks back at the younger.
"I'm sorry, I know it sucks okay?" It's all Kat can think to say and even as it leaves her mouth she sounds stupid to her own ears "It always sucks…I left my number at the bottom of that. Call me. If you need me" And with a nod and eyes more compassionate then Teresa had ever seen them Kat walks away.
Camila had gone to that biker bar with James to check on a client and Kat was happy she'd opted out of it. One, because she couldn't stand that bar. She'd met some pretty decent bikers, so she couldn't stereo type them all, but that place smelled like new ports and unwashed beards. And two, she was still trying to keep some distance between James and herself.
She thinks it's for the best, the healthiest thing she could do for their relationship. She's sick of fighting him every second, and the only way she knows will surely keep said fighting at bay, is for her to speak to him as little as possible.
Every time they spoke, they disagreed. He undermined her or she mistook something he said.
It was bad for business.
And that's all their relationship was. They worked for the same fucked up bloody corporation and she needed to keep reminding herself that.
She's on the phone with Tyrell- one of their buyers trying to reason with him when Camila arrives back to her office. Kat's perched one of the leather couches, her iPhone glued to her ear.
"And I get that, but we're getting shipment in as we speak. I need you to think about how good our relationship has always been and suck it up for the rest of the day, okay" Kat cajoles, her voice sweet and firm at the same time and Camila appreciates that she's absorbed it from her. "And if they have anything to say about it remind them who you buy your coke from. Alright. Yes, I'll call you. Bye"
"You have him under control?" Camila's more acknowledging then asking.
"Of course" Kat says as though it's obvious. She could handle guy's like Tyrell. Lower-levels. Easy. "How did it go at the bar?"
"Not well. Not at all. He's buying from Eric, and he said that Allen is too"
Kat feels hear surge in her face. Fuck. That's not good.
"Those pussies. What kind of unprofessional assholes cant wait a few days while we restock" Kat shakes her head and folds her arms over her chest as she fights the annoyance flaring in her "I swear there's no fucking loyalty. This world is programmed to run on greed"
"This is a greedy business, Kat"
Kat knows that. She also knows it's a bloody one.
"I don't get we don't just kill Eric? He's the reason this is happening. I know it would piss of the Jimenez but that's nothing we can't handle. It would honestly be the lesser of two evils"
Camila grins and sighs and shakes her head "James said the exact same thing"
Kat puts on that detached act. She just nods. "He's right"
"He oversaw the delivery earlier, you know" Camila informs her and Kat fights the urge to shrug.
"That right?"
"It is…Katrina did something happen between the two of you? I can't help but notice that usually I can't shut you both up when you're put together. And now you barley say a word. Everything is okay, right? Because we have a job to do. With everything that's going on, all these shipment seizing's, I need you both "
Kat's annoyed, more annoyed then she should be. She gets that Camila's just trying to keep her business running but she's not a child and shes DAMN sick of being addressed as one. She could handle her own issues. She didn't need mommy Camila stepping in.
"I'm more then capable of keeping things professional, which is what I'm doing. You don't need to worry about it"
Camila's about to respond when the ring of an incoming call interrupts her.
It's Epfanio.
The red queen sighs and takes the call, knowing exactly what he was calling about.
Kat's quiet as she listens to Camila go on with her husband about the shipment loss, about what they're going to do.
Kat thinks about what they're going to do, too. About how they're going to work this out.
But most of all about why the cops had known where and how to seize the coke at all.
Something wasn't adding up, she couldn't do the math in her head but she knew that there was a reason all of this was happening.
She's so lost in her thoughts that when the phone call is over she doesn't realize until Camila calls her from her own mind.
"Kat. Where's Teresa?"
"I sent her to go get medicine from Cohen for one of the girls"
"She's not back yet" Camila's staring at the screen of her laptop intensely, her hands fisting around each other as her hawk eyes eyed the surveillance.
No…Teresa wouldn't. Kat already knows that Camila's thinking.
The girl was to intent on living to do something so stupid as working with the feds. That was a fucking death wish and Teresa knew that
"You don't think it's suspicious that she was out when all of this happened?"
Kat doesn't know…she really doesn't.
But off of a gut feeling she tells Camila no. She didn't think Teresa was that much of an idiot.
She hoped she wasn't wrong.
"You have Isabella on facebook, right?"
Kat nods "Yeah I do. But I'm pretty sure she keeps a lot of her posts private from me"
Kat would do the same. She and Isabella got along really well- Kat iiked the kid. A lot And Isabella seemed to have this weird older sister god complex with her. But they both knew that Kat worked for her parents.
"Tell her to call me" Kat almost rolls her eyes.
Kat opts to sit out of today's interrogation and goes home for a few hours instead. She's called on by Camila to come to a dinner with one of Reynaldo's distrubutioners, Jaime.
She knows why.
She's insurance. Persuasive eye candy.
Two shipments in one month? Yeah. That shit didn't happen and even with Camila having the granddaughter of one of the heads as her ward, she knew she had to sort some things out if she wanted to get another advance on product.
Kat goes to the dinner high as a kite; though she's put in eye drops and sprayed perfume in an effort to cover the fact.
She meets them on the roodftop of the restaurant with a nasty case of the munchies and a head full of a lot less anxiety then earlier.
She feels good, the night air is cooler and makes her feel like she can actually take a full breath. Her lungs in her chest expand.
She's thrown a thin pastel gray duster over the nude body con and brushed through her unruly thick hair so that it falls shiny and bouncy. The place is fancy, but she doesn't stand out.
She's a stark contrast to Camila who as usual is in her dark maroons and James who never takes off his leather jacket.
James. Who she continues to give the slight cold shoulder to.
He seems to ignore her too….and she tells herself it doesn't bother her.
"Buenos noches" Jaime greets them as they sit at the table, kissing both of their hands.
"Hi Jaime" Kat has only met him once or twice but he'd never been anything but nice. Sauvé almost. He was an attractive man and Kat had always thought so.
"I'm sorry to hear about Albert. He was a good man"
Kat just gives a stiff nod.
James sits at one of the unoccupied tables directly behind them, his presence reinforcing and strong.
It makes the hairs on the back of Kat's neck stand up, she can feel his gaze on the back of her head.
"Have you eaten, Kat? Here, order something. This place has great ribeye" Jaime hands her a menu and she happily accepts.
Fuck yes she's hungry.
Dinner goes something like this;
Jaime's not into the idea of giving Camila anymore product. Why would he be? Right now, she was an unsteady investment.
"If you didn't have bad luck, you wouldn't have any luck at all"
Ouch.
Mentions of the DEA and Rats, of solutions and of causes. Of lost respect. Of the five million dollar debt Camila was currently in.
Kat orders herself strawberry cheesecake and a margarita and mostly stays quiet.
Like previously stated; she knew she was just there for Camila to feel like she had the upper hand. Not to actually have an opinion or anything.
So she eats her cheesecake and stares out at the stunning view of the city, still intently listening to their conversation, but in her own little world.
She kind of wishes she could take her food and go sit at the other table with James. At least then she wouldn't feel so out of place.
"Your husband is Epifanio Vargas, all you have to do is tell him to give you my money and this will all be done. And you can have yourself another shipment. Call him"
,,,,"Unless he doesn't know about our deals"
Something about the way Jaime says that makes red flags go up in Kat's head…shit starts connecting.
The math she couldn't do earlier when she was sober? Yeah, she could do that shit with a little weed and frozen margarita in her system.
Epifanio.
It always came back to him. Anything that had to do with Camila-directly had to do with him.
And he wanted Teresa. And Batman…Batman had seen that Camila had her…
"Three days or I'll call Epifanio myself. And whatever fate is doing to you, it's going to finish it's job" Jaime finishes with Camila who's look is silently vicious as she gets up to leave.
"Are you finished eating, Kat? Ready to leave?"
Kat nods, she'd long finished picking at her food, ant that margarita had been drank gone five or so minutes after it had been brought.
"Yes, I am-" Kat goes to stand but she's interrupted by Jaime.
"No, wait. Katrina, I need to speak with you alone for a moment"
Kat and Camila have an unspoken conversation before the elder woman nods and tells her they'd be waiting for her downstairs. Kat lowers herself back down in the chair and looks at the olive skinned man in questioning.
"Is everything okay?"
"I could ask you the same thing" Jaime starts, taking a slow bite of his steak "You're a smart girl, Kat. I know you can see how volatile this situation between the two of them is becoming"
Kat can't deny that. So she doesn't.
"Reynaldo's worried you'll get caught up in the cross hair. Why don't you come back to Colombia with me when I go? Just for a little while"
Kat glares at this. It was the second time in the last week that she'd been "asked" to go to Colombia that day.
"Are you asking me or telling me to come with you?"
"Asking you, of course Katrina"
Bullshit.
"Well if you're just asking, I'm going to have to decline your offer. Sorry"
Jaime looks a little stricken, like he has more that he wants to say but Kat stands.
"It was good to see you, Jaime. I hope we can get together again soon"
"Anytime, bonita. Just call and I'm yours"
James and Camila are waiting downstairs, just like they said they would be and when she gets down she tries not to look too irritated.
"What happened?" James inquires at the look on the younger girls face and Kat just purses her lips.
"They want me to go to Colombia"
Camila knows now that shit is really getting serious. That she really had to pull together if she didn't want it all to fall apart.
"James is going to get the money. From the place. It will all be okay after this, okay? We just have to stay level headed"
Kat balks at her. Part of that fucking money was hers. Didn't she have a say in any of this?
Funny thing is- she knew she didn't. She hadn't. Since the moment she'd entered this life.
"Fine. But I'm going with him"
Kats in the passenger seat, James is in the drivers, and Teresa's in the back.
It's becoming a familiar pattern; the three of them.
Another car full of workers follows them. Back up. Because shit had been going so sideways lately.
Teresa can tell that the girl is pissed. She's all twisted, her legs and arms crossed tightly as she looks out of the window and doesn't say a word.
James keeps shooting Kat looks. Keeps wondering what he can say that won't tick her off even more. He knew that she wasn't happy about this, that a portion of that money was hers and she was obviously reluctant to give it up.
He wanted to say something to her.
But they hadn't spoken more than twenty words to each other in days. He didn't know how to handle a quiet Kat.
"This is Camila's bank? A cemetery?" Teresa breaks the tense silence as they pull up to the ancient looking grave yard.
"Dead bankers are the only bankers she trusts" James deadpans as the iron gates open for them and the night security guard waves them in.
Kat walks side by side with James to the grave, he heels sinking in the soft earth.
"I should have changes shoes. Fuck" She hisses into the darkness and Teresa just gives her a look.
The large, ornate stone tombstone is lettered 'Garcia' and Teresa watches as James takes a wrench and plys the copper name plate open to reveal one and then two brown duffle's.
"Cant somebody come by?"
"No" Kat's tone is matter of factly "The guards are payed them off"
"Always save for a rainy day"
Kat scoffed and went forward to grab one of the duffle bags. It was heavier then she expected it to be but she couldn't wuss out so she dealt with the weight.
"Can we go now?"
Everythings going to plan, they're following the SUV with their guys in it back to the warehouse.
"What do we do with this money?" Teresa. Always asking questions. Always outside of the loop.
"We're going to get it to Camila and get out of this mess" James answers.
"Hopefully" Kat adds outloud. Doubtfully- she adds in her head.
"Aw shit" Kat knows James, knows his voice and the alert edge in his words makes her tense up as he stares into the rearview at the car that was coming at them too fast.
Her nerves begin to fry as she realizes their being ambushed.
"James, watch out!" Kat exclaims as a slick black mustang pulls in front of them, cutting them off. Trapping them. They're sandwiched in between the two foreign cars.
When men, all dressed in black; black masks, black hoods, get out of the cars Kat drops automatically. Sliding down in her seat as far as she can go.
"GET DOWN" James cries as drops too. He's heavy on top of Kat as he shields her.
The sound of automatic gun fire fills the air, metallic and loud and Kat lifts her hands to cover her ears.
Is she scared?
Of course.
There's never a time when you're getting shot at that you're not totally shitted. No matter how many times it's happened before.
She can feel James pounding heart beat on her back, it's the only comfort she has in that moment as the car windows shatter and glass pours in
It's over fast- They're guys had flipped around, came back for them and they open fire on the thieves.
"Stay down" He orders her, his mouth pressed into her hair before he's out of the car.
"James!" She protests, She feels this dread. This overwhelming sense of urgency so she reaches for the hand gun on the floor and makes sure it's loaded and the safety's off and follows him.
"Kat!" Teresa calls for her, trying to keep her in but she's out. After her man, Teresa thinks.
When you're under that kind of stress- the bloody violent kind- your adrenalin goes crazy. Kat can barley hold the gun straight as she asses the situation.
Two men. The thieves, have the duffle bags and are retreating. Trying to get away with her money.
She shoots twice, both hands security around the gun as she lines it up and pulls the trigger.
Bang. Pop.
It's a shoulder shot and a chest shot and the man falls flat on his back, one of the duffle rolling out of his grip. The car speeds away with the other.
James looks over at her, his brown eyes horrified as she lowers the weapon and stares blankly at it.
"I told you to stay in the car!" He yells at her as he runs past her and to the man on the floor.
The guy is choking on his own blood, gasping around it as it fills his lungs.
The gunfire that has now stopped still echoes in Kat's ears.
Tonto comes galloping up, his eyes blazing and worried.
Kat just nods at him. I'm okay.
"They got one of the bags. 2.5 million-gone. Who are they" James fumes to them and Kat puts a hand on her head, the one that's not still holding the gun, and curses her fucking brains out.
"God fucking damn it, those cock sucking motherfuckers"
Teresa stares at her wide eyed as she gets out of the car, before she goes over closer to James. Closer to the body.
More bodies, she thinks. They're piling now.
Kat looks around, making a 360 as she assess the damage. One of theirs is dead too- lying face down on the asphalt. His blood that seeps from his head looks almost like glass in the dim light of the street lamps.
"I recognize the tattoo" Teresa discovers as James investigates the body, the one that Kat had dropped "He's one of Eric's men"
Kat turns back to them sharply.
She see's red.
He's dead. He's so fucking dead. If she had to call Colombia to do it- she would.
"Let's get out of here. Now" Suddenly James is up, hyper aware again as he grabs the remaining duffle . They're still out in the open.
"Let's go, Let's go!"
Images of war torn countries play in his head as he limps to Tonto's truck.
It doesn't go unnoticed by Kat.
"James-"
"Get in the truck Kat" James throws the duffle bag in and then turns to the girl who's eyes are wide and terror stricken as she looks at him.
"Are you okay?"
He grabs her by the arm, his other hand on her lower back as she climbs in beside Teresa. He keeps imagining them coming back- imagining her wrought with bullet holes and he wants to get them out of there now.
"Hey, look at me, James" She pulls on his arm, on his sleeve. Tugs him in beside her.
"Are you okay?" She repeats as she searches his face, not sounding so small anymore and the pain in his shoulder throbs something violent.
They're back at the warehouse and James is stripped down to his white undershirt, sitting on a metal stool as the Charger picks pellet shards out of his upper arm. Kat is leaning against the desk beside them, unable to tear her eyes away from it, Camila is in the middle of the room pacing, Teresa is against a wall, trying to process and Tonto's next to her, his face stony.
"I'm telling you, it was Eric" James insists. He's all tensed up as he deals with the piercing pain of the Charger digging in his arm with tweezers.
He makes sure to let go of the breath he had been holding, intent not to pass out.
"You sure it was him?" Camila speaks. She's trying to seem calm but everyone can tell she's anything but
"I'm positive" Teresa chimes in "I saw the tattoo at his party, on his body guard.
"This is an act of war" Kat insists as Camila goes to exit the room "We can't just do nothing"
"You need to call Epifanio and tell him what happened-" James agrees. Even through his pain he can be level headed, can reason and game plan.
What a good little soldier.
"You know I can't do that" Camila is hard, and close to his face as she tells him this "If he finds out I was trying to buy coke from the Colombians, We'll be at war with him too"
Kat for the a hundredth time that night cupped her forehead in her hand.
"We're still 2.5 million short" James is starting to lose that cool demeanor . He snaps at her"So, what do you want to do Camila!"
Camila just looks him up and down, unimpressed and walks right by him.
Kat grits her teeth so fucking hard it hurts as they lock eyes.
The Charger goes in again, digging into his arm and Kat has a snap of her own.
"Jesus fuck, you're tearing him apart!"
"I'm doing the best I can- they're in there deep"
She reaches into her purse, pulls out a little thing of disinfectant(thankful that bath&body works kept them by the register and she could never not buy one) and rubbed it all over her hands before holding out her palm.
"Here" She demanded and the Charger handed her the tweezers without question and let her switch positions with him. She moved closer to James while he backed away, giving her space.
She looks at the mess of his tattooed arm and wondered if that would have been her head had not shielded her.
Her stomach flip flops on itself and she forces her hands to be steady as she goes to work.
She's gentler then the Charger which James appreciates, but none less efficient. He hears the shards cling as she pulls them out and puts them in the metal bowl.
"Thank you" Kat whispers lowly, for only him to hear.
He's surprised when she says that, his eyebrows knit together he stiffens up a little.
"For what?"
"You know what-" Kat persists as she pulls a gnarly piece out and she hears his breath catch "Fuck. I'm sorry, I know this hurts" She rubs the side of his arm that wasn't wounded tenderly "-For taking care of me back there. That whole human shield thing? Very Captain America of you"
He snorts. Leave it to her to make a joke when she was picking bullets out of him.
"Yeah, no problem" He's kind of in a daze. Maybe from the blood loss. But her speaking to him, being so gentle with him felt extremely intimate. He can't pull his gaze away from the way her hair falls over her focused eyes as she mends him.
He thinks back to that dream.
He tries to think of anything other than that dream.
"Thank you" He returns it and she smiles not looking away from her work.
"Your welcome" Her voice is soft as her hands and he leans into it.
So much for not thinking of that dream.
So since I've deprived you guys for so long I not only gave you two chapters updates in one day, I gave you smut. Expect lots more. Love you all, enjoyJ
