Chapter 12-Hotel Nightmare

"Sir, der Tracker auf der SUV ist, dass es nicht verlegt wurde in über acht Stunden," one of Koenig's techies announced when he entered the private security room. ("Sir, the tracker on the SUV is indicating that it hasn't moved in over eight hours.")

"Was ist mit dem Handy? Ist es immer noch verfolgen? I haven't heard from Ivan in hours," He stood over the man's shoulder staring at the screen, completely clueless as to what he was looking at. ("What about the cell phone? Is it still tracking?")

""Zu sein scheint. Es wurde ständig Fortschritte in Honduras. Es sieht aus wie im Stillstand über fünfundsiebzig Meilen von der Grenze," he answered. ("Seems to be. It has been on the move steadily across Honduras for hours. Looks like it stopped about seventy-five miles from the border.")

Alvaro wondered how the hell the phone could be hundreds of miles away from its owner, and even questioned if Ivan had somehow misplaced it. It wouldn't have been a surprise, the knuckleheads he hired always proved irresponsible at some point. But then it dawned on him. He retrieved his cell from his pocket and dialed Ivan's number again, but it rang continuously without an answer.

"Damnit!" he shouted and launched the device at the wall, watching it crash into pieces to the floor. "The little fucker tipped them off. He actually found them and tipped them off," the tech guy looked up at his boss in confusion. "They are making a run for it."

Alvaro stormed off to his private office and tried to stomach the smell of death as he picked up the phone from the receiver.

"Want something done right, gotta do it yourself," he groveled as he waited for the other line to pick up. "I need to book a flight to Nicaragua."

Following a few hours of down time and a poorly-created action movie, Letty finally felt relaxed. She was lying on the posh sofa with her head in Luke's lap as he ran his fingers through hair soothingly. Letty smiled when she spotted Julian dozing off as he lay on his side and rolled his favorite car along the plush carpet. He was fighting sleep hard but she needed to bath him before he let the Sandman take over. She excused herself and carried him off to the bathroom. She ran some water while undressing the child, giving him time to grab as many toys as he could before lifting him over the tub into the water. Grabbing a sponge, Letty drenched his hair with water as he happily splashed an action figure around.

"Mama, where is Papa?" Julian's soft voice asked as he stood so she could wash his back.

Letty froze completely; it wasn't the first time he had asked about Dom. She had never denied him knowing his father, even if Dom was completely unaware of Julian's existence. Letty had showed him pictures, always letting him know that Dom was his Dad. She just never found a way to explain to a two year old that his father had abandoned her because he was wanted by the FBI, and that she had no idea where to find him now.

"I don't know, Julian," he didn't seem fazed as he continued to splash around happily. "Do you like Luke? He's a pretty cool guy, huh?"

Julian's eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite playmate and shook his head feverishly. "Do you 'ike 'Uke, Mama?" he asked in his best voice.

Letty laughed at his baby talk. It wasn't perfect, but it was damn good for a child his age. "Yeah, I think I do buddy."

"He be my Papa now?" his eyes went wide with his inquiry and Letty's reaction was the same.

"No, I don't think he likes us that much," she grinned.

After a few big yawns from the boy, she finished his bath and dressed him in pajamas and carried him off to bed. He snuggled against the pillows and clutched his Barracuda to his chest, somberness easily taking over his body as he soon began snoring lightly. Letty sat on the edge of the bed watching her prince and felt a sense of pride rush over her. She never pictured herself as a mother, much less a single mother but she knew in her heart that she did a good job at raising the small hellion. He was her world and she'd die before she let anyone hurt him.

Letty was so wrapped up in watching Julian sleep that she didn't notice Luke standing in the doorway, watching the scene with a smile.

"He's a beautiful kid," his voice startled her slightly and she turned to him with a smile.

"That he is," she agreed and walked to the door, leaving the light on and the door cracked after exiting. She knew Julian hated being in the dark. "Hey man, I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. You've been great to Julian and me when you didn't have to be, especially when I was a total bitch. It's just the personality. You're gonna have to get used to it," she shrugged carelessly, but Luke could tell she meant it. "Really, you've been a big help."

"Don't mention it. Besides, it looks like you're family and I take care of my family," he returned a sweet smile. "Sleep tight."

As he turned to leave, she grabbed his hand to stop him. When he looked at her with curious eyes she let all her inhibitions go and crushed his lips with her own. He didn't react at first, presumably from shock, but soon met her intensity with the same veracity. Letty could taste his minty toothpaste as her tongue dove deeper into his mouth with hunger. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his curly locks. She shivered when his hands traveled down the length of her body, his fingertips grazing the trim of her boxers.

"If you start I'm not sure I'll have the strength to stop again," he muttered breathlessly.

"Maybe I don't want you to stop," her smirk against his lips was all he needed. He lifted her by his ass and her legs wrapped around his waist eagerly. She shook off the sense of déjà vu and deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing in-sync with his as he clutched her close.

Before she knew it Luke was carrying her back to the front of the suite with his face buried in his bosom. He sat down on the edge of the bed with her still in his lap. Letty could feel the fire building in the pit of her stomach and she wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold on. She could feel his member standing at large and knew Luke felt the same.

With all of her might, Letty ripped his wife beater completely from his chest, tearing the fabric away and tossing it over her shoulder. She dragged her claws down his chest, the ripples of his abs flexing against her hands. Just as she was removing her t-shirt, Luke's phone began blaring again. He groaned and tried to ignore it as he stared at her chest with lust-filled eyes. He latched on to her breast, taking her chocolate nipple into his mouth quickly.

"Hey… you gotta … answer that … it could be Leon," she managed between breaths to separate him from her chest.

"He can wait," Luke brushed off, placing open kisses to her collarbone.

"No, he can't," she gathered her strength and removed herself from his lap to give him more motivation.

"What is it Leon?" Luke answered angrily. The way he stood with his hands on his hips and his massive erection protruding behind his pajamas, Letty could tell he wasn't very happy. "It's for you."

"Yo?"

"Hey baby-girl. I just wanted to see how you were since the retard cut us off earlier."

"I'm a lot better than I was before," she smirked as Luke sauntered back over, his eyes hungry for her.

"Good. I already warned ol' Luke to keep his hands to himself. Little fucker thinks he's a playboy."

"You know none of those corny lines work on me, Le. Besides, he's already been warned. If he fucks this up, you'll end up gaining a new sister," as she spoke these words, Luke was kissing a trail down her belly. His eyes looked as if they would pop out at her warning. He realized she wasn't only talking about the sex.

She could hear Leon speaking on the other end but the way Luke's lips felt on her inner thigh held her attention. It had been a long while – even before Dom left – since she had been touched in such a delicate, sensual way. With Dom, they rarely had time for four-play or love-making. Letty wasn't use to the tenderness but she welcomed it. After all, she hadn't been intimate with anyone in two years.

"Letty, you hearing me, girl? We got a lot to catch up on when we meet. Make sure Luke keeps it in his pants please, we need everyone focused and he always seems to let these chasers fuck with his responsibility."

"Yeah, I'll make sure he ... does that," she sucked in her breath as Luke nibbled away. Letty had to clutch her hand to her mouth to contain the excitement she was currently feeling. "Leon, I'll call tomorrow. Bye," she closed the phone without waiting for a reply and tossed it away, clutching Luke's head closer to her wet core in hopes of getting him even closer to her. She tossed her head back as extreme waves of pleasure washed over her as she felt his tongue do wonders to her body.

Lucas slowly made his way back up to her face and attacked her neck, dragging his tongue and teeth over the sensitive flesh.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, we don't have to-"

Letty shut him up by kissing him once again. She placed both hands on either side of his face and forced him to look at her.

"I haven't felt this way in a long time, Luke. I need this. Please," her eyes were watery and he could've sworn she was ready to burst into tears any minute but he obliged, crawling on top of her anxious to tame the feisty woman.

Or at least try to.

"Howdy, pretty lady, where're ya headed?" The driver of a semi asked after spotting Letty and Julian outside of a bus stop in Mexico City.

"Where you going?" she asked wearily. They had just traveled over a hundred miles by bus and she couldn't afford another ticket.

"On my way south, stopping in Acapulco."

"Sounds good," Letty tossed her few bags in the cabin and climbed in, careful not to wake her nine-month old baby boy. "How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, no charge ma'am," she tried to ignore the sleazy looks the trucker gave her; she needed the free ride after-all. But when he switched his hungry gaze to her son, she switched into her protective mother role.

"You got an issue, man?"

"Well, you know nothing in this world is free, darlin'," he said as he placed his hand on her thigh. She slapped it away quickly.

"Do not touch me," she snarled, moving closer to the door away from the driver. "Listen, I have like 150 bucks. Take it."

"Feisty, I like that," he purred, "But I'm not talking about money. What about him? He's awfully cute."

"Darlin'? Letty?"

The nightmare Letty was having was causing her to thrash around the bed violently, and when Luke tried to wake her by shaking her gently, she responded by planting a hard palm on his nose, crushing it from the force.

"Ow fuck!" he yelped and clutched his new bloody nose. She startled awake at his cry, shocked to see him bleeding profusely from his nose.

"Luke, what happened?!" she quickly ran to the bathroom and retrieve a wet cloth for him.

"You were having a nightmare. I tried to wake you, and you broke my damn nose."

She held his head back and placed the cool cloth against his face, absentmindedly rubbing circles on the nape of his neck. It worked when she needed to sooth Julian, and Luke reacted the same, his breathing slowing and a small smile etching on his face.

"I'm a train wreck, I'm sorry," she whispered guilty.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"This trucker. When Julian and I were on our way out of Mexico and I couldn't afford another bus ticket and a motel room, so he stopped to give us a ride. About ten minutes into the drive, the fucking perv suggested that I pay him in sex. He didn't want my money. And when I declined, he decided Julian would do. That hillbilly was a fucking creep."

"You didn't…"

"Hell no!" she exclaimed, "I broke the fucker's hand when he tried to reach for him. That's where I got the gun. Shot out four of his tires and got the hell out of there."

Luke stared at her; she was still topless and her hair was in a tangled mess, but he hadn't seen anyone more beautiful. He couldn't stop himself from tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, which made her cheeks turn a considerable pink color.

"Why don't you go get Little Man up and I'll order breakfast, then we'll get back on the road."

Letty quickly dressed, grinning when she found her clothing was sprawled all around the room, and bounded cheerily into the back room. Julian was still sleeping, but she decided to pounce on the bed anyways which caused him to stir awake. She leaned over him as he opened his sleepy eyes and was happy when he beamed up a bright smile for her.

"Good morning, Ju-Ju," he howled with laughter as she tickled him furiously.

"Mornin' Mama," he greeted with a thumb stuck in his mouth.

"Listen, we have to get back on the road again. Things might get a little crazy later so I'll need your full cooperation, Soldier," she said with her hand raised in salute. He stood at attention and returned the gesture giddily. "Cool. Why don't you pack your toys up, then we'll eat and head out."

The three were packed and dressed, lounging around the room until there was a knock at the door. The loud growl that rumbled in her belly rushed her to the door quickly to retrieve the room service. Pulling open the door, she was slightly taken aback by the size of the servant. He was a tall man, well over six feet, with a stocky frame and a bushy moustache. He stood out like a sore thumb.

"Your breakfast, madam."

The moment the words left his mouth, Letty's skin became covered with goose-bumps. If it wasn't his stature that made him conspicuous, it was definitely the rough accent he spoke in. The way he stared at her knowingly caused her senses to go on high-alert.

"Pancakes!" Julian squealed as he ran for the door, but Letty scooped him before he made it out.

"What a cute little boy," he reached for Julian's hair, but Letty reacted fast by slapping his hand away. If looks could kill, the server would be six feet under.

"You're free to go now," she sniped, glaring daggers into the man's face. He gave a slimey smile, revealing stained and crooked teeth. When he reached up to tip his hat, she took notice of a spider tattooed across his hand.

"You have a nice day, madam. I'll see you two around," he smirked at her one last time before disappearing down the hall.

"What was that about?" Luke asked as Letty reappeared, this time her face ghostly pale.

"That dude … he was creepy as hell. He just stared at Julian like he was a piece of meat. Reached for him, just like that trucker did."

"Did you get his name?" Luke asked, picking up the phone to complain to the manager. "I'll give his boss a little call."

She thought hard, trying to remember seeing a name-tag on the red vest, but nothing came to mind, "I don't know his name."

"Well he was wearing a name-tag right?" She looked at him fearfully and shook her head. "Okay, meet me downstairs in five minutes. I'm gonna pull the car around and check out. Do not talk to anyone, Let," he gave her a quick peck before grabbing their things and rushing out of the room.

She waited a tense three minutes before clutching Julian's hand and leaving the room, hustling hurriedly to the elevator at the end of the hall. She pressed the button hastily, cursing the door for taking its time. Just as the door was closing, a hand flew in just in time to stop them. He spat a slew of curses at her in German as Letty continued slamming on the button to take them to the lobby floor. Letty zoned in on the black spider plastered on the hand and knew she couldn't let him on the elevator. As he tried to pry the doors open with half of his leg in the elevator, Letty reached for her pocketknife holster and pulled out the blade, covering Julian's eyes before driving the knife into the man's thigh. The man screeched in anguish as she dragged the blade down his thigh, blood quickly pooling beneath his feet. When she lodged the blade directly into the tattooed spider, he hollered and withdrew his limbs quickly, giving the door just enough time to close in his face. The elevator gave a jolt before going down and Letty sighed thankfully, holding Julian tight against her body, never taking her eyes off her bloody knife.

Letty didn't budge when the elevator came to a halt, dinging when they finally made it to the lower level. As the doors slid open, she tightened her grip on the knife and Julian, prepared to take down anyone on the other side of the door. She let out a deep sigh when her tall knight had been standing there. He looked from her to the knife that hung loosely from her fingertips now, blood dripping from the weapon.

"What happened, Letty?" he asked, rushing to look over her and Julian to make sure they weren't hurt.

"We gotta get the hell out of Honduras. I can't take much more of this shit."