Gunner

 

The night was slowing down. I could sense it in everyone. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off. The men were relieved when they didn’t find any security guards in the house.

 

“Leave the door open,” I told Coyote when we walked into her office. I didn’t want to be closed in there alone with her.

 

“As you wish,” she said. She still had that cold, vaguely threatening tone in her voice, the same tone she’d used back on the road before I shot a hole in her hand.

 

“Now, come on,” I told her. “It’s time to get the Sun Stone out.” I held my gun out, aimed at her face. I wasn’t going for her hand again. I was going to take her out if I had to pull the trigger this time, and then I would have Sierra show me where the safe was.

 

She walked around to the desk and touched a button on a device that looked like an office phone. A section of the bookshelf along the wall to my left opened, revealing a safe set back in the wall. My heart raced. I was so close to being reunited with the diamond!

 

I stepped back to let her pass in front of me, keeping my gun trained on her at all times. I could still remember the combination in case she tried anything funny and I decided to end it right there. But she didn’t move. Instead, she started trying to taunt me.

 

“You know, you’re not the first mark she left with,” she said nonchalantly.

 

“I sort of figured that. But, for what it’s worth, you won’t be the first boss I shoot in the back of the head.”

 

She leaned forward across her desk and stuck her ass out for me. In her tight skirt, I didn’t see any panty lines. I also couldn’t follow any curves or feminine lines in her body the way I could with Sierra. Coyote was narrow and flat as a board. Still, though her body was not seductive, her power was.

 

I couldn’t help but notice the slit in the back of her skirt, giving me a peek at the muscular lines in her thighs. She turned her head to look at me with her light brown eyes and short golden hair stopping right around her chin, framing her face.

 

Her shoulders were broad and straight. While Sierra’s body had been crafted for sex and sexuality, Coyote’s had been crafted for power. She simply looked powerful. She was shaped to wield power over other people.

 

Despite the fact that I only wanted the diamond from her, and I was planning on shooting her in the woods behind her house afterwards, I caught my desire beginning to stir between my legs. Here in this room, we were alone. I could have closed the door, and no one would have been the wiser.

 

My men standing outside wouldn’t have watched what was going on in here. I could have bent her over that desk and made her call out my name. I could have taken the opportunity to cut her down to size and make her beg for it.

 

I had to push those dangerous thoughts out of my head. I also knew that in the short amount of time it would have taken me to walk across the room to the front door, she could have easily pulled out a gun and shot me.

 

“You’re a strong, powerful man,” she said, as if reading my thoughts through my eyes. “Why don’t you come over here and take control over me?”

 

“Coyote, now is not the time.”

 

“Oh, but is there a time for us, Gunner? Would there ever be a time for us?” She stood up straight and started walking towards me. She pressed herself against me, and I could feel the slight curves of her body. I could feel her small breasts behind her jacket and blouse. I could feel how thin and tight she was.

 

“Coyote, there would never have been a time for us,” I said, looking down hard into her eyes. She was trying so hard to be seductive, but she just seemed desperate.

 

“That’s a shame, Gunner, because I could really use a big, strong man like you,” she continued. She ran her wounded hand down between my legs and gripped my hardening shaft through the pants I had worn out to dinner with Sierra. She winced as she gripped me and stroked me.

 

“The only thing I would have done with you, Coyote, is use you and toss you away like the piece of trash you are,” I warned her, pushing her away at her shoulders.

 

“No, I could have made you keep me. I could have convinced you, just like Sierra did, that you wanted more than to abuse me in bed.” She put her other hand behind my neck and tried to pull my face down to hers. Her voice was heavy with sultry desire.

 

If I hadn’t been able to see right through her already, her little ruse might have worked. My body was responding to her very well. I just didn’t buy it.

 

“The diamond, Coyote,” I said.

 

“Look, Gunner, just kiss me first,” she begged. “You’re going to kill me after I return what I stole from you, so please give me something to make all of this worthwhile.”

 

I stared down into her face. Her expression was softening, and she was just a woman for the first time ever. I considered it. No one else would have known. And I knew that if I kissed her, I would have wound up giving her exactly what she wanted from me. I would have taken her right there on her desk. I would have abused her tight, narrow body. I leaned my face down to hers so that our lips were almost touching. I could feel her reaching for me, straining against the anticipation in her body.

 

“The diamond,” I said before backing away without giving her a kiss. I wasn’t going to give her a damn thing. I brought my gun back up and placed it against her stomach.

 

“You just gave up the opportunity of a lifetime, Gunner Kaye. You could have had the satisfaction of knowing that you took the most powerful woman in the city on her desk. You made her call out your name and beg you for more. You could have had the satisfaction of thrilling her body and giving her the ultimate pleasure. But you turned it down for what? For a whore. For a woman who uses her body regularly to pretend she has power, when the only power she has is her control over that thing between men’s legs. Any woman can control that. Even I have control over yours,” she said venomously.

 

She was right about one thing: I would have been immensely satisfied by taking her down and owning her body for the short time I planned on letting her live. But she was missing something very important. I would have walked away with at least an equal measure of guilt on my shoulders. I never could have told anyone about the time I made Coyote my bitch. I couldn’t have risked it getting back to Sierra, and I couldn’t have lived with it.

 

“Sorry, Coyote. I appreciate the offer, and if things had gone any differently up to this point, I might have taken you up on it, but for now, I’ve got to let that one pass.”

 

“Who are you, and what did you do with Gunner?” She laughed. “I guess I should ask Sierra that question, huh?” Her manner changed. The icy quality in her voice was gone. She was talking to me the way I would have expected her to talk to one of her girlfriends, not that I suspected she had any friends. That wall of ice around her probably kept everyone out.

 

“I guess so. Too bad you won’t get the chance. Now, the diamond. I’m here for it, not for you,” I reminded her.

 

“Of course, the diamond.” As she walked to the safe, I put the gun against the small of her back, and she struggled to maintain her powerful posture. As her dainty fingers touched the dial to put in the combination, I realized something. She could have had a gun waiting for her in there. If I let her open the safe, she could have easy access to the weapon. That wouldn’t be good.

 

“Put the combination in slowly,” I told her, raising the gun and putting it against the back of her head. “Tell me when you’re finished. Do not open the safe once it is unlocked. I will do that.”

 

My erection surged against my pants as I stood behind this powerful woman with a gun planted against the back of her brain. I had control over her. I wasn’t dominating her against her desk or against her wall and shoving myself deep inside her, though I could have imagined how tight she would have been. Instead, I was controlling her actions. I held her life in my hands. That was much sexier to me than just watching her ass press against my hips while I stretched open her tight little hole.

 

She took her time putting in the combination. It was as if she knew what I was thinking and wanted to taunt me with my own thoughts. That was fine. If she drove me to it, I would shoot her right here and finish the combination myself. I was not going to allow her to taunt me sexually to the point that I gave in to her desires to be made humble before me. No, that wasn’t going to happen. I had come to her while chasing down Sierra. Sierra was the real reason I was here. It had nothing to do with Coyote, and only very little to do with the Sun Stone.

 

“It’s open,” she said.

 

“Step aside.” I held the gun to her as she stepped to the side to let me get to the safe. While I kept my eye on her, I opened the door and reached inside blindly. I groped around with my hand, watching Coyote instead of what I was doing.

 

There was a small stack of cash inside. I pulled it out.

 

“This is compensation for your being a pain in my ass,” I told her, waving the bills in her face before stuffing them into a pocket.

 

There was a gun in there. It was a small handgun, very ladylike in its size and shape. It was the kind of gun that was actually sexy for women to carry. I wouldn’t have been mad if she had pulled up her skirt and had this strapped to her leg.

 

“Well, I’m glad I told you not to open it yourself,” I said as I pulled out the gun and held it up in front of her. I tossed it through the broken window and listened to it clatter on the patio behind the house.

 

She shrugged and offered me a weak smile but no explanation. We were past the point of really just talking shit to each other at that point.

 

Then, I found it. My hand grabbed the Sun Stone. I felt a greedy kind of satisfaction surging through me as I pulled it out of the safe and tested its weight in my hand. That was the prize. That was what had started this whole thing. Part of me wanted to make it disappear with her, but part of me knew I couldn’t let it go now.

 

“Thank you, Coyote.” I pocketed the diamond and gestured toward the window with my gun.

 

“We’re walking now?” she asked as she walked past me and stepped through the crunching glass on the floor and outside on the patio.

 

“That’s right, we’re walking,” I agreed. “Let’s go past the back wall. There’s a gate, right?”

 

“Yeah, there’s a gate,” she said, her tone short now. She had to have known that it was all over. She had to have known why I was taking her to the back.

 

As we walked across the patio, we heard several gunshots with measured intervals in between. Someone must have been taking out her men out front. Coyote stopped walking and jumped with each shot.

 

“It’s just my guys taking yours out,” I told her. “Keep walking.”

 

“Okay,” she said. It sounded like she was giving up. It was almost sad to witness. Almost.

 

“Keep going,” I urged her. “Your silence is noted. Let’s go.”

 

We walked to the back gate. Unlike the large gate at the front of her driveway, the gate along the back wall was small, like something I would have expected to see in a garden, not along a protected wall guarded by machine guns and bright lights. Then again, I wondered how many people tried to sneak up behind her house.

 

“There’s a good spot back here along a trail,” she offered as we stepped past the wall. “It’s clear, and I’ve even got a bench back here.” There was a sadness in her tone. I didn’t like it. It tried to make me feel bad for what I was about to do to her.

 

“Show me,” I said. I figured it was her last wish. It wouldn’t hurt too much to grant it.

 

I followed her to a small clearing just off of the path through the woods directly behind her home. There was a small stone bench situated in front of the trees. She sat down and kicked off her shoes.

 

“Man, it feels good to be out of those things,” she said, flexing her toes.

 

“I bet it does.” I chuckled. “Get comfortable,” I added.

 

She took off her dark coat and folded it next to her on the bench. She wore a white button-down blouse, and she started to undo the buttons one by one.

 

“What are you doing?” I asked as the swell of her breasts became obvious above her bra.

 

“I’m just trying to offer myself to you one more time,” she said.

 

She continued to unbutton her shirt until she could pull it open and show me her chest. She spread her legs while one hand pulled at her bra to reveal a hardening nipple and the other hand reached down to pull up her skirt.

 

I cocked the gun and walked up to her. I put the barrel right in the middle of her forehead, but she just writhed like some kind of serpent underneath it and licked her lips at me. Her hands left her body for mine. She began rubbing my stomach and my legs. She reached for my belt, but I couldn’t take anymore.

 

I pulled the gun away from her head and swung my arm to the side, catching her in the temple with the handle. She fell over, grabbing the side of her head, and I pumped three shots into her body before walking off. Blood was already soaking through her blouse when I turned to leave.

 

I was through with her.