Chapter 26

Gunner

“I trust you.” My baby girl uttered those three little words to Mythic, and my life has been in chaos since. Tomorrow we use her as bait to catch the monster who haunts her. My mind is a swirling mess of what ifs. What if he grabs her before she arrives at Blue Bells? What if he doesn’t give a damn about Mythic and still takes Lilly? Hell, whose to say he won't take them both?

Snoopy assures me they found the footage Mythic claims will rock Enterrador’s world. Change everything he thinks he knows.

But what if they're wrong? What could they possibly show to that fucker to make him stop his hunt for my baby girl?

I trust Snoop. He’s been my brother, my family, for years. I'm trying to see through the haze of my hate for Mythic and trust in Snoop, but it’s a lot fucking harder than I thought it would be.

We know Enterrador took the bait. Hell he’s in Austin, right fucking now. All I want to do is find the bastard and put a bullet in his head. The brothers weren't quite on board with that. We’d cut the head off the snake, but another, if not two, would grow it's in place as we dealt with the blowback and Diablos wrath. No one, not even the Silent Sons can kill a general in any cartel and just get away with it.

Everyone is tense today, anticipating what will happen tomorrow. Lilly lost her shit on Cessy earlier when she told her she needed to prepare herself for the possibility that Rose could be the mole.

We spread two different stories about the BBQ—where it would be, what it was for, that kind of shit. Rose was one of those told it was at Blue Bells to celebrate Lilly’s new job with Doc.

Lilly just can’t imagine her own sister would do that to her. I pray to God she’s right.

My baby girl is strong as shit. She’s come through all the crazy with this bastard and still managed to make it to the other side. I just don’t think she can take it if it’s Rose who helped him.

“What ya thinkin’ about over there?” Lilly questions as she stretches on our bed, just waking from her nap.

I’ve been watching her sleep for the last two hours, sitting in the recliner across the room with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. In the quiet, I’ve been running every scenario that could happen tomorrow through my head. Meanwhile, I spend the time taking in every feature of her face in case today’s the last day I have with her. My thoughts have been making me damn near sick with worry. I think I've finally lost my fucking mind.

“Just about how much you mean to me, baby girl,” I tell her with a half smile.

Patting the bed next to her, she says, “Oh yeah, why don’t you come over here and show me then?” There’s a twinkle in her eye.

I can't believe I’m about to say this, but… “How can you even think about sex at a time like this?” I ask in shock.

With a giggle, she asks, “ Isn’t that usually the girl's line?”

With a raise of my brow, I scoff, “ Really, baby girl?”

Sitting up, she huffs out an annoyed breath. Bending at the waist, she sits up and hugs her knees. “We’ve lived the last how many months waiting for this man to come for me? Always looking over my shoulder. Always watching. Tomorrow it ends…” With a pause, she throws her legs over the side of the bed and is on her feet. In a few quick steps, she’s here, kneeling in front of me. She takes my hands in hers. Looking up at me, she says, “Am I scared it won't go right? Of course! But one way or another it finally ends. I want to spend the night in your arms, Gunner. Not worrying about anything. Just being with you. I want to have a family breakfast tomorrow morning with bacon and waffles. I want what used to be our normal just in case it’s my last chance to have it. Not all this damn, crazy bullshit and worrying. Can you do that for me?”

Gazing down into her bright, blue eyes, I know I can't deny her this. How could I? So, with a nod of my head, I let her pull me to my feet and lead me to the bed.

Without a word, she turns to me and nudges my shoulders until I'm seated on the end of the mattress. Her hands trail down my legs. Her body follows as she moves to slip my socks from my feet. Lifting each foot, she hooks her finger at my heel.

Running her fingers back up my body, she places her hands on my shoulders and pushes me onto my back. Bringing her hands down, she slides my shorts from around my waist. She waits at my hips for me to lift up just enough for her to get them past before they meet my socks in a pile on the floor.

“Scoot up the bed,” she whispers.

I do as she asks, lying dead center of my California-king. If she wants control tonight, she can have it.

My baby girl climbs onto the bed, yanking her sleep shirt over her head as she comes, revealing her naked body beneath. Crawling up the bed to my side, she swings one leg over my waist and sits. Her ass is positioned just above my now rock hard dick. With one hand she tugs at the hem of my shirt. Propping up on my elbows, I look her in the eye as she pulls it up to armpits. Lifting my left arm and then my right, she works it up and over my head.

Once I'm flat on my back again with my arms above my head, she leans forward, reaching for something. I should be paying more attention but with her nipples that close to my mouth I can't help but take one in. I suck it into my mouth, making her moan. Just as I'm about to take the other peak, I feel the cool bite of metal encircle my wrist.

Looking up in shock, I see she’s used the cuffs attached to the center bar to immobilize my right arm. “What are you doing, baby girl?”

Leaning down, she whispers in my ear, “Whatever I want.” Then she closes the cuff on my left wrist.

No one’s ever dared trying to tie me up. Not a single woman who’s shared my bed before her. Before I can even voice my discontentment, she gets up on her knees, positioning herself to take me into her core.

“Now, baby girl…” I start as she sits down, taking my dick to the hilt. I can t help but groan out as she begins to move slowly up and down my shaft. When she starts rotating her hips as she goes, I know this woman will be the fucking death of me.

I want nothing more than to reach for her hips and take control. To make her move faster. To reach up and grab her beautiful tits as they bounce with her movements. But instead I can only yank against the metal keeping my hands in place. If we make it through the next twenty-four hours, I will show my baby girl just what it means to be tied up.

Finally, she picks up the pace. Moving faster and faster, she drives herself closer to her release. “Touch yourself, baby girl. Reach down and play with your clit. I need you to come,” I demand in a gruff tone.

She may be in control, but she still does as I ask. Her pussy squeezes down on my dick just moments later, and that’s all it takes. I come inside her, the force of it setting off her own climax. Collapsing on my chest, her breaths pant out of her as her body quivers around me. I want nothing more than to hold her until she can fully control her limbs. But there's not a damn thing I can do.

When she finally seems to stop shaking, I ask into her hair, “Can you please undo these now? I want to hold you, baby girl.”

With slightly trembling fingers, she finds the key on my headboard and sets my hands free. “As soon as I'm able, I roll her to her back. “One day soon, I'll get you back for that, baby girl,” I tell her before crushing my lips to hers.