Lies 4

Chapter 4

The mission of the FBI is to protect and defend the United States against terrorist and foreign threats, to uphold and enforce to criminal laws of the United States, and to provide leadership and criminal justice services to federal, state, municipal and international agencies and partners.

The FBI motto is Fidelity, Bravery and Integrity.

The FBI core values are: rigorous obedience to the Constitution of the United States; respect for dignity of all those they protect; compassion; fairness; uncompromising personal integrity and institutional integrity; accountability by accepting responsibility for their actions and decisions and therefore, the consequences linked to those; and leadership, both personal and professional.

My ass!! You gotta be fucking kidding me, right?

Under special, limited circumstances, The Bureau may authorize staff-escorted trips and furloughs to inmates who meet strict requirements; they may be allowed temporary release from the institution. There are several purposes for these staff-escorted trips and furloughs such as attending a funeral, receiving medical treatment or to be present during a family crisis. And that’s my special circumstance.

Mia is missing.

She left the prison on Saturday afternoon and that’s the last place she was seen. My kid sister was supposed to meet with our neighbours to have lunch with them on Sunday. When she didn’t show up, they went to look for her and found the house was a mess and there was no trace of Mia.

Our neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Flores, called the cops and after 24 hours Mia Toretto was reported as a missing person to the NCIC (The National Crime Information Center). Her case was filed under section EMI, a division for people missing under circumstances that indicated their disappearance may not have been voluntary. Kidnapped.

Right now, the Warden is signing the legal authorization for me to leave Lompoc, escorted by two FBI agents.

The FBI needs all the intell I can provide them, as well as my help, to find Mia. The neighbourhood, old friends and acquaintances are not helping them, worth shit because they don’t trust the three letters. That’s why I’m leaving Lompoc with an FBI escort. During my temporary release, I’m going to be under the close watch of the FBI.

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I don’t know why I’m doing this. Maybe I’m betraying my own principles, or maybe not. Maybe I’m just restating them according to my current situation. At the end, it’s all a matter of point of view. Who cares? There are no more universal truths.

I’m not a rat, I’m sure about that, but I’m not gonna let Hanna face Reynaldo alone either. I haven’t forgotten what she did to me and I’m not forgiving her or justifying her actions, but it’s my woman who I’m thinking about, and not the FBI agent. I’m not gonna let Reynaldo hurt her in any way. She might be a heartless bitch who betrayed and lied to me, but she’s Hanna too.

She’s not my friend anymore; she’s not my girlfriend anymore, but she’s still my woman. Whether I want to admit it or not, whether I like it or not, that’s a fact. Probably the only universal truth left that I’m sure of one hundred per cent. Hanna was, is and will be my woman.

There’s no turning back because I have reached a point of no return. I’m already damned, fucked and lost. I do know it and she knows it too. I figure I have no other choice.

I’ve been playing this moment over and over in my mind. My release day. I always thought that I was going to feel happy and excited, but those aren’t exactly the emotions I’m feeling now. Right now, I’m pissed off and scared.

Pissed off, because these fuckers told me the truth about Mia’s location once we were outside of the main building, while walking to the visitors’ parking lot. They had me worried as hell about my sister’s life for more than three hours, not caring if I was dying inside because I was thinking that Mia could be hurt or worse, dead.

And scared, because I’m on my way once more down the rabbit hole, but this time hand in hand with Hanna.

I don’t know if she knows it or not, but with Reynaldo there’s no half way. It’s all or nothing. He expects to see you doing exactly the same things he’s doing, being an active player in whatever game he’s playing at that very moment. No exceptions or excuses.

If a chick is sucking his dick, he expects you to fuck her at the same time. If he’s doing a line, to share it with him. If he’s drinking tequila, you better be ready because the motherfucker can kill a bottle in two long drags. No exceptions. If you dare to contradict him, disrespect him or face him, you will die. No fucking exceptions.

All I know about Mia is that she’s lodged in a safe house under the protection of the FBI. It seems Hanna thought about every single damn detail after all, even concerning Mia. One of the agents escorting me explained to me that my sister is with two female agents, and that she is safe and sound. I bet Hanna knew in advance that I wouldn’t like the idea of my kid sister with two assholes like the ones escorting me, around her 24/7 while we’re on Reynaldo’s case.

I told him that I wanted to talk with my sister. They said that it’s all in due time and when their boss says that it’s ok. Fuck you, assholes.

I get in the car. Stuart, the FBI agent sitting at my side, grabs my wrists, and takes off the handcuffs. They’ve already put a tracking bracelet on my ankle. A one-piece small ankle-worn device with a tamper-resistant strap. Weighs only 6 ounces, waterproof up to 15 feet deep and a 30 minute fully rechargeable battery. The latest high tech shit on the market using GPS tech to monitor and report the offenders’ position. That’s what they told me. I don’t give a damn though.

These assholes don’t know shit about the rules of this game. That bracelet has to go; if not it will be like walking around with a fucking dartboard painted on my head. I might be all ready to dance with the devil, and sure as hell I’m acting like a damn kamikaze, but I don’t have a death wish, yet.

As the car pulls away from the security perimeter of Lompoc, I turn my head, looking at the big Federal facility through the window, making a promise to myself. I’m not going back there. I’ll die before I cross into that living hell again. If I survive this shit, I’m not going back to Lompoc. No matter what, I’m not going back.

Stuart and the other fucker, Terry, are talking about their boss. The Ice Queen is how they are referring to her. I suspect they are prattling about Hanna but I’m sure they haven’t a clue about our past relationship though.

I tighten my jaw, closing my hands into fists, fighting the urge to punch their fucking faces in, while pretending I’m distracted, looking at the scenery through the window. They don’t know shit about her.

I’m inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly through my nose, closing my eyes. I’m trying my best to keep calm and focus on business, even though these two assholes are getting on my nerves. I think it’s because of that yoga shit Lester is always talking about. It’s seems that it works. I’m laughing silently, hearing them. I bet these fuckers haven’t got the balls to repeat what they are saying in front of her face.

After a trip that took almost two hours, we pulled up to a motel located on the outskirts of a little town called San Fernando outside LA and close to the border of Mexico. There’s nothing else around apart from a gas station, a café and what it seems to be a strip club.

I grin wickedly, silently reading the neon sign. Scandalo. Last time I saw tits they were printed. The front door of the club has a ‘closed’ sign hanging. I wonder what time they open.

The fucker who’s driving, Terry, stops the car in the motel parking lot, as his partner Stuart hands me a big yellow padded envelope. I frown slightly, staring at it. It’s closed, sealed, and there’s nothing written on its surface. I grab it and get out the car. The envelope is a little heavy, so I guess that whatever is inside must be something other than documents.

“Room 7.” Stuart says, pointing to the left side of the one floor building. With that, he gets out of the car too, getting into the passenger side, and they disappear from my view in seconds.

I stand there, looking around. There are a couple of trucks parked there and several cars. I narrow my eyes, fixing my gaze on one of them. William’s. I grin a little and look around again as my stomach rumbles, demanding food as soon as my gaze rests on the café.

I walk in the direction they pointed me and knock on room number 7. A second later William opens the door. He grins widely, tapping my shoulder as he moves back, making room for me to enter.

The motel room is like any other I’ve seen before. Two beds, a bedside table placed in the middle with a small lamp, another table with four chairs around, a chest of drawers and a closet built into the wall. All these motel rooms are decorated in the same standard pattern. Same curtains, same bedcovers, same empty walls. I bet that inside of the drawer of the bedside table there’s a bible.

There’s a TV as well. I figure William rented one for me. However, as soon as I close the door at my back, he walks to one of the chairs, taking a seat in front of the TV and ignores me.

I frown deeply, watching the TV screen. Of course, a matinee soap opera. I grin slightly, shaking my head as I walk to one of the beds, the envelope still in my hand. I sit, tearing the top side and emptying its contents.

A cell phone, my driver’s license, my watch, my sunglasses, a set of keys hanging from a keyring, what seems to be an encoded key and a gun with ammo.

I pick up the gun, pulling out the safety. It’s unloaded, so I pull the trigger a couple of times, checking its weight in my hands. I load it, putting the safety on and grab the set of keys.

There’s a commercial break and William turns his head to look at me.

“Hey, son, why don’t you take a shower?” he asks, grinning. I raise my head, looking at him. “She brought clean clothes for you. When you’re done, we’ll go get a shot of caffeine.” Williams adds, winking at me.

“Where’s Hanna?” I ask him, narrowing my eyes. William’s grin grows wide as he answers.

“She’ll be here later. Hanna told me she had something to take care of before she comes,” he explains to me. I frown deeply, hearing him. “And no, she didn’t say what it was.” William adds and with that, he returns his attention to the screen because the commercial pause is over. I sigh hard and turn my head to one side.

There’s a bag on one of the beds. I hadn’t noticed it when I had entered the room. I reach for it, opening it and my eyes grow wide. My clothes.

As I pull them out I realize that Hanna brought my clothes, that’s for sure, but she selected the ones she liked the most. A couple of pairs of black pants and blue jeans, my black sleeveless shirts, white tank shirts, my leather jacket, my boots, socks, and just the one pair of boxers she gave me for my birthday. Damn, that woman knows me better than I know myself!

Hanna knows damn well that I hate underwear. That’s the reason why she bought these silky black boxers. Back then, she was playing with me. I only wore them on one occasion, but it was more than well worth it. Hanna showed me how grateful she was with me for, in her own words, my painful sacrifice.

A huge shiver went up my spine when a vision of Hanna’s lips around my dick pops into my head without warning. Fuck! I’m almost hard rock thinking about that night, damnit!

Flash back

“So…you can keep focused and concentrated on the road no matter what’s happening around you?” Hanna asked me, stroking my thigh up and down, a slight grin tugging at her lips, a mischievous gaze sparkling in her eyes. In response, I knit a brow, flashing her with a cocky grin.

“Hanna, baby, you’re talking to me. I’m the best, sweetheart.” I replied, winking at her.

One minute Hanna was biting her lower lip, just the right corner as she blushed slightly. The next minute those same lips were sucking my dick while I drove at more than 75 miles per hour along the highway, at midnight and grasping the steering wheel so tightly that I didn’t know if I was going to break it in half at any time.

End Flash back

I shake my head, dissolving that vision and grabbing a pair of jeans and a white tank shirt I walk toward the bathroom. Closing the door at my back, I leaned against it slightly, sighing hard.

I pulled off my clothes, stepped into the shower, and adjusted the temperature. Inside there’s shower gel and a sponge. I stand under the stream of hot water, with my hands pressed against the wall and my eyes closed, thinking about Hanna. Before I realize what I’m doing my hand is soapy and I’m stroking myself while my mind fills with visions of that night.

Flash back

I was so high on adrenaline that I couldn’t think clearly. Hanna was humming while sucking, nibbling and licking my dick. The vibration of her throat muscles was only increasing the sensations and I wasn’t sure if I’d survive.

“Hanna…. If you keep this up, we’re gonna have a crash, baby.” I hissed through clenched teeth, blinking furiously, doing my best to keep my eyes open. “I don’t want to die tonight.” Hanna laughed softly as she released me for a heartbeat, making a groan of frustration escape my lips. I was so fucking close.

“Oh, but what a way to go, Dominic.” She replied and with that, she buried my dick so deep in her mouth that I felt her throat muscles, clenching around me when she swallowed hard.

“Fuck!”

End flash back

I grab the base of my dick, hissing and slowly I bring my grip up to the tip, squeezing its head. Almost immediately, I feel the sensations starting to build inside of me. I close my eyes as I increase the pressure, stroking faster. Visions of Hanna’s naked body are clouding my mind and I tensed my buttocks. I feel the heat of my orgasm surging through my body.

In my vision, she’s whispering my name, moaning softly. Dominic. I grin, exhaling deeply as I hold back a growl. After one year locked in Lompoc, I have learnt how to keep quiet while jerking off.

William is in the other room but I’m sure he can’t hear me. So, I speed my strokes as I conjure up Hanna’s eyes and my dick erupts in time with my mouth whispering her name. I shudder while riding my way through the spasms of pleasure that are crashing over me in almost painful waves until I’m spent; collapsing against the wall of the shower.

My heart is beating fast and my breath is ragged. I blink several times as I shake my head. Damn!

I finish with my shower and stepping out of the stall, I pick a towel, wrapping it around my waist. Then I see what’s on the counter. An electric razor, shaving gel and after-shave. No cologne. Hanna loved my own scent. I can’t help it; a huge grin spreads across my lips. Damn, she thought about every single detail.

I glance at my head, rubbing it, and decide I’m shaving only my face. Just when I’m about to start, I hear her voice and without a second thought, I walk toward the door of the bathroom, pressing my ear to hear what William and Hanna are saying.

“You sure you know what you’re getting into, blondie?” I hear William asking, his voice full of concern. There’s a long silence. I hear what seems like the sound of a keyboard being typed on, I know it’s Hanna. William would never put his hands on a PC. The sound pauses for a moment.

“It’s not like I have too many options at this point, William,” she replies, and the sound of frantic typing continues. “That tracking bracelet must go, the sooner, the better. If Reynaldo sees it, Dominic will be dead in seconds.”

“I wasn’t talking about that, Hanna.” William replies, he sounds a little annoyed with her though.

“I know it.” Hanna retorts, sighing hard.

“Hanna, you should know that Dom probably doesn’t trust you anymore.” William said. I frown deeply at his words. He’s right I don’t trust the FBI.

“No wonder.” She retorts, chuckling sadly. “He not only doesn’t trust me anymore, he hates me too. There’s nothing I can lose now, William. I already lost everything I loved.” Hanna says, her voice sounds so filled with sadness that I feel my heart being squeezed by an invisible hand. “However I don’t need him to trust in me because I trust in him. I do trust in Dominic.”

I frown deeply, sucking on my lower lip as I walk back to the counter. I shake the shaving gel, pouring a bit in my hands, lathering them together, spreading the shaving gel on my face and neck. I look at my reflection in the mirror and find myself narrowing my eyes, lost in thoughts at Hanna’s last words. I sigh heavily as I pick up the electric razor and begin to shave.

I dress and leave the bathroom. Hanna is sat at the table busy with her laptop. I tear my eyes off her for a second, looking at William, he’s speaking on his cell phone. Hanna raises her head, smiling slightly as she gives me the once over. Her eyes are sparkling as she gets to her feet.

I hate the suit she’s wearing, but her hair is loose, falling in a cascade upon her shoulders. No make up and again high heels. She walks to the bed and picks up the encoded key.

“Come here.” Hanna says, turning her head to look at me. I oblige without saying a word.

She takes a seat on the bed, patting a spot at her side. I lift the cuff of my jeans, revealing the tracking bracelet and put my bare foot onto the mattress. Hanna presses a couple of its buttons and a beeping starts to sound. One minute later, she inserts the encoded key in one side and the bracelet opens.

There’s a knock on the door and the three of us cross glances. Hanna stands, picking up the bracelet and walks toward the door. She opens it and a boy enters. He’s smiling from ear to ear as he bends his head, kissing Hanna’s cheek. She kisses him back and closes the door.

I narrow my eyes, staring openly at him while he’s talking with Hanna. She’s giving him instructions about the function of the bracelet, explaining to him what he has to do in case the alarm sounds. The boy nods eagerly and without a second thought, he lifted his pantleg. Hanna kneels in front of him and puts the bracelet around his ankle.

I’m still staring at them while I sat on the bed, putting on my socks and boots. All of sudden, the boy is front of me. I raise my head, locking eyes with him.

“You better take good care of her, man ‘cause Hanna is special to me.” He threatens me; in response, I chuckle, getting on my feet so fast that he moves backward, stumbling.

Hanna clears her throat and both of us look at her. “Be a good boy and don’t get into trouble.” She says, causing the boy to laugh out loud.

“Yes, milady.” He replies, grinning like a loony as he bends forward in an exaggerated bow to her. Hanna rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

“I’ll call you in a couple of days.” She adds. The boy nods ‘yes’ and with that, he hugs her, kissing Hanna’s cheek one more time, and leaves the room with my tracking bracelet wrapped around his ankle.

“Too young for you, don’t you think, baby?” I ask sarcastically as I knit a brow, staring at her eyes. Hanna’s smile dies on her lips and she shoots me a cold glance.

“What? Are you jealous?” She retorts, passing me, heading toward the table. I narrow my eyes and before I can stop myself, I’m hissing.

“Fuck you.” Hanna chuckles, not looking at me as she disconnects her laptop, closing it and putting it inside its bag.

“Call Mia. The number is entered into the cell phone. She would love to hear that you’re ok.” Hanna says, passing in front of me, not even glancing at me.

William is done with his call and he’s looking at us now. Hanna goes to his side, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll take care of him, blondie. Don’t worry.” William says, stroking her arm. Hanna nods lightly and leaves the room, not even looking at me. Then, he looks back at me. “That’s not the way to treat your woman, Dominic.” William scolds me. I snort, shrugging my shoulders.

“Whatever. And it’s Dom.” I retort. William shakes his head and grabs his jacket.

“Let’s go take a look at those tits at the other side of the street, son.” I blink, shocked by his words.

“I thought you needed a shot of caffeine, William.” I reply as I pick up my watch and my sunglasses. William grins devilishly as he opens the door.

“What? They don’t have coffee?” I shake my head, mimicking his grin when he adds; “I bet you’re in much need of a good blowjob, son.” I grab my leather jacket, answering his question.

“I don’t need a blowjob, man, what I need is a good fuck.” I groan, hiding my gun in the jacket. “But, I’m broke.” William burst out laughing hard.

“Since when has money been a problem for you to get laid, son?” He replies. I grin like a loony, thinking about his words. “I’m buying.” I laugh with him and we both leave the motel, crossing the street to Scandalo.

Two hours later, I have a bleached blonde with fake tits dressed with a black thong, kneeling between my legs. She’s sucking the shit out of my dick in a small room with mirrored walls and I’m thinking about Hanna.

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It’s around 9pm and I’m alone again, back in the motel room. I talked with Mia on the phone for almost an hour while I had coffee with William before our little trip to the strip club.

Mia said she’s ok and confirmed for me that the agents were two women who were treating her more than just nicely. Mia is not allowed to tell me where she is exactly, but she insisted that I take care of myself, and Hanna. It seems that Hanna phoned Mia as well, assuring her that everything will be over in a few days. I figure Hanna doesn’t want Mia being worried as hell about me either.

I’m staring at the ceiling of the room, lying on one of the beds, playing with my car key between my fingers. Yeah, that’s another surprise Hanna had reserved for me.

Around an hour ago, a tow truck brought my car and left it at the parking lot of the motel. Last thing I knew about my car was that the Government had seized it.

I don’t know who has been keeping an eye on my car, but whoever it was, they did an excellent maintenance job on the motor. I frown deeply when an idea crosses my mind.

My car, gassed up, is parked outside, and I found my passport hidden inside the glove compartment. I’ve got a gun and the tracking bracelet is gone. I’m not too far from the Mexican border. I wonder if Hanna is putting her confidence in me to the test. Hmmm. Would I be able to leave Hanna to face all the consequences of my escape? What about Mia?

I know William would never let anyone hurt Mia in any way. That old fox loves her like a daughter. However, Mia is completely innocent. She’s just doing what the FBI told her to do in order to help her brother. What about Hanna? Would she let the FBI do something to Mia? No. Hanna loves Mia too. Mia has always been an angel with Hanna. I saw them together. They were as thick as thieves.

Shit! I’m not even 24 hours outside of Lompoc and I’m already thinking seriously about committing a new crime. Fucking stats.

I can’t help but wonder what’s stopping me? I signed the fucking deal with the FBI, that’s true, but I’ve been coerced in some way; I’ve been manipulated by Hanna. Is that a valid excuse?

I’m not indebted to her though. I don’t owe Hanna shit. At the end she was the one who lied to me, not the other way around. I wasn’t the one using her for my own benefit. I wasn’t the one telling lies and pretending with her. I never cheated on her, not even once. Not with Letty or any other chick. The thought never crossed my mind, and I had plenty of opportunities. Fuck! I even told her everything about my non legal activities.

I bet she even received congratulations on the part of her superiors and a medal for her services to the country. I can easily picture her, smiling from ear to ear, dressed in one of those suits, while some fucking bureaucrat was putting that fucking medal on her chest.

What if I left her here alone to deal with Reynaldo on her own? After all it’s not like she’s a helpless woman.

Hanna is a trained FBI agent. I bet she knows some useful self defense, not to mention the fact that she had to have training in weapons. I don’t know if she can knock down 200 pounds of felon with her bare hands, but sure as hell she had 200 hundred pounds of asshole like me wrapped around her slim little finger.

My hand hurts and when I open my palm I realize I’ve been gripping the key so tightly inside my fist that it has cut my skin and now I’m bleeding slightly. Damnit, she’s not even around and I’m already bleeding for her.

I swear I’m going to make her pay for what she did to me. I don’t know how or when, but she will pay in full what she did to me. No one messes with the FBI? Fuck that! No one messes with Toretto, woman.

I climb out of the bed, heading toward the bathroom to clean the cut when I hear the door being opened. I don’t even bother to turn around to look because I know it’s Hanna. She’s speaking with someone on her cell phone.

I’m washing my hand, hearing her, pacing back and forth in the bedroom. Again, she’s in heels. She better not be dressed in one of those suits or this time I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to bite my tongue, swallowing a smartass comment about it.

I raise my head, looking at her reflection in the mirror. As soon as I see her, my dick twitches inside my jeans, demanding attention. What the fuck?

She’s dressed in a short black leather skirt, and a matching top that is knotted on her neck, the back missing. The outfit is much more than provocative, it screams ‘fuck me, I’m a horny bitch’.

I blink furiously, unable to hide my shock and our eyes meet for a second. Hanna smiles a little and then she continues with her talking. I frown deeply, drying my hands fast, and walk toward the bedroom.

Hanna is in the middle of the room, giving me her back, speaking with somebody about a change on their shift to work tonight. She’s wearing black boots with impossibly high heels. I fix my gaze on her ass, when another thing catches my attention. She has a tattoo on her lower back. A black panther. What the…?

I glance down. My hard on is painful and my dick is now screaming so high for Hanna that I can’t hear my own thoughts. I look back up to her and find myself giving her the once over through narrowed eyes as I swallow hard. I’m breathing forcefully and my heart is racing inside of my chest.

I’m noticing now that Hanna has lost weight, a lot, and her thighs, which I can see completely, are toned, as well as her arms and shoulders. She’s still speaking with some chick called Renee when she turns around, facing me. I almost choke on my own saliva. Her belly is completely flat, showing her abdominal muscles and a little ring is piercing her navel. Who the fuck are you, woman?

Hanna ends her call and closes the cell phone, placing it onto the chest of drawers. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.

“It’s already Halloween?” I ask her, looking at her from head to toe. Hanna’s lips spread in a huge smile, but I notice that it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“I didn’t know you were so funny, honey?” she replies as she sat on the bed, pulling off her boots. I knit a brow, staring at her legs. Damn! She has been working her ass out.

“I was saving my best jokes just for you, baby.” I said, grinning. Hanna looks up at me, narrowing her eyes.

“Then, you better keep saving them.” She hisses. I laugh dryly, shaking my head.

“Why are you dressed like a whore?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. “Are you trying to seduce me?” My sarcasm is evident in my voice. In response, Hanna chuckles.

“You already forgot I’m an undercover FBI agent?” She retorts, standing as she picks up her purse, probably searching for her pack of cigarettes.

I narrow my eyes, hearing her words. How the fuck am I going to forget that, bitch? You’re an FBI role model since I saw you the last time.

“I’m playing a role here, so don’t get any wrong ideas.” She adds, pulling a cigarette out and her lighter. Before she can light it up, I rush to her, trapping her against the chest of drawers.

Hanna tenses her body, turning her head to lock eyes with me.

“Please, Dominic, I’m not in the mood for this shit.” She said, swallowing hard. I pressed my full lips against her ear whispering.

“Too bad for you, baby. You should have thought about that before you showed up dressed like a slut, begging for hard fuck.” Hanna gasped loudly as she froze, motionless. “I’ve been locked in prison for a whole fucking year, Hanna.” I grin, noticing how she shivered slightly.

“There’s a lot of strippers across the street. You can go there and fuck the shit out of some chick.” Her voice sounds strangled, as if she’s about to cry. But right now I’m enjoying this little game too much and I’m not backing up an inch.

“Why should I do that, Hanna, baby? You’re already here.” I whisper huskily, rubbing my erection against her ass. Hanna tenses even more, but doesn’t move. “Why should I go fuck any other when my own woman is here?”

“Dominic,” she breathes, shivering again.

I grin wickedly, sliding my hand down her knee, stroking her leg all the way up to her ass, down her short leather skirt. A thong. That’s what she’s wearing. A silky thong. Hanna gasped slightly, tensing again when I grab her butt, squeezing it not so gently. She struggles a little but my arm encircles her waist as I press her even more against the furniture, keeping her in place.

As my hand continues its journey, I start kissing her neck, my tongue tracing circles upon her skin, making gooseflesh in its path. Hanna moans softly as I nibble her earlobe, sucking hard.

I know how to make her cum. I know her body and what works with her. I know how to please her. I learned her body, inch by inch.

My hand reaches it’s destination and I slid a finger through her curls. Hanna gasps as a new moan passes her lips when I brush lightly, toying and playing with the tiny nub of flesh that is hard and pulsing against my skin.

She’s already wet, soaking wet. My grin widens as I keep sucking and nibbling her ear. I want her so badly that it’s painful. I slip my middle finger inside of her, my thumb still brushing around and over her clit.

Hanna is panting, breathing through her nose. I feel her inner muscles clenching around my finger. She’s tight, so tight I know she’s not ready for me yet. I add a second finger, curling and pressing both up, sliding deeper, stroking inside of her wet hot sex.

“Are you ready for me, Hanna?” I asked her as I undo my jeans, not pulling off my tank shirt. I don’t even recognize my own voice. Her nod is almost imperceptible as she swallows hard.

I hold my breath as leisurely but firmly I slid inside of her. God. She’s tight and hot and wet, and I’m fighting for my own control as to not fuck her senseless.

Hanna grits her teeth, closing her eyes. She’s squirming, her bare back pressed against my chest. I feel her legs trembling as she digs her nails in my arm. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling deeply, sliding in and out of her warm body.

God, she feels fucking good. I shut my eyes tightly as I increase the speed of my thrust. A few seconds later, I’m slamming into her, lost in her scent.

Hanna hissed slightly, spreading her legs further apart to give me better access. I take that as an invitation and all of sudden I realize I’m not making love to her, I’m fucking her, and she’s letting me. My eyes are closed and so is my heart right now. I’m not thinking about her, I’m thinking about myself.

Somehow, this act has turned into a desperate attempt to scratch an itch. I’m not sharing my love with her. With every new thrust I’m showing Hanna my rage and my pain. I’m not even talking to her, I’m not even moaning. My teeth are gritted. I’m fucking her as if she was any unknown chick.

I try to stop myself. I try to regain some control over my body and my mind, but Hanna clenched her inner muscles against my dick, making me come hard and fast, just like my strokes.

Hanna is panting, her breath ragged just like mine. I’m still buried in her when I realize something. She’s not spasming around me. She didn’t come because I didn’t make love to her, I fucked her.

I blink furiously, in a lame attempt to clear my blurry vision. I hear her sniffle softly and my heart stopped dead. She’s blinking silent tears.

“Hanna…” Now it’s my voice sounding strangled as my eyes flicker to hers. I slid out of her body, and grabbing her waist gently, I turn her to look at her eyes. She winces slightly and my eyes widen in panic. Hanna swallows hard, clearing her throat as she strokes my shoulder.

“I think we’re even now,” she whispers as a whimper escapes her mouth. I look at her completely puzzled for a second. “I fucked you and you fucked me.” Hanna adds, pushing me back softly to release her.

I watch her walking toward the bathroom; her legs are still shaking slightly. I fixed my gaze between her thighs and my eyes almost jump out of my face. My cum is sliding down them, stained with what seems like blood.

“Fuck, Hanna.” I hiss, unable to tear my gaze off her thighs. “Damn, baby, I hurt you.” I mutter through clenched teeth. Hanna chuckles sadly.

“A little blood is not going to kill me, Dominic.” She says as she continues walking. “I guess I deserved it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Hanna?” I ask her, swallowing hard.

“You said you will make me pay for what I did to you.” Hanna whispers. “Consider it done.” And with that, she enters the bathroom, closing and locking the door at her back.

I growl deeply, punching the wall with all my will, cursing myself silently. I want to kill myself for what I just did to her. I didn’t want this to happen, not ever. I promised her once I was never going to fuck her, but that’s exactly what I’ve done.

I hear the water running in the shower as I collapse onto the bed, burying my face against the pillow, muffling my scream. My God, I want to die. Please kill me right here and now. No matter what she did to me, no matter what happened between us. She doesn’t deserve this. I have no right to treat her like that, as if she doesn’t mean shit to me. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve Hanna.

Since the day I entered Lompoc, becoming an inmate, I wanted to pay her back for what she did to me. I wanted to hurt her as much as she hurt me. Not even half an hour ago I didn’t know how or when I was going to make her pay, only that I would do it. Well, I reached my goal. I wanted to hurt the FBI agent, but I ended up hurting the woman.

I’m not even sure if I was fucking her or punishing her. Hanna let me do this to her. Hanna let me fuck her; she let me hurt her, as if she was sure she deserved my anger. She could stop me. I would have stopped if she would have asked me to, but she didn’t. She just kept silent, accepting what I was doing.

I’m the only one who could do this to her. The only one who she would let do something like this to her. I knew everything about her past. I knew how her father used and abused her for years. I’m the only one who knows her weakness, her sweet spot, and I went directly for it, showing no mercy.

I hear the door of the bathroom click open and Hanna’s padding bare feet. I notice the bed creaking when she takes a seat at my side, stroking my shoulder. I have still my face buried in the pillow.

“Dominic, look at me.” She whispers gently as she strokes my head.

I don’t dare to look at her eyes right now. It scares the shit out of me what I’m going to find in her beautiful eyes if I look at them. Hanna sighs hard as she leans against me, pressing her lips to my upper arm, kissing me softly, lingering on her caress.

“Please, baby, look at me.” Her voice sounds full of concern, yet tinted with sadness. I take a ragged breath and turn my head, locking eyes with her.

Those beautiful green eyes, grayish sparks around the pupils are flickering to mine. Hanna smiled a little, lifting her hand, stroking my cheek.

“I love you, Dominic.” She whispers, silent tears rolling down her face as she bends her head, making our foreheads press together.

I blink my own tears, swallowing the invisible knot in my throat. I can’t find my own voice. Her eyes are showing what she feels right now. Her love and understanding are stabbing my soul, tearing my heart apart.

“Hanna…” She presses a finger against my lips, shushing me.

“I’m ok, Dominic,” she says, tilting her head back a bit. “We’re ok, baby.” She adds, cupping my face with her hands. I frown deeply, hearing her words.

“Hanna…we’re not ok, damnit. We’re not fucking ok.” I hiss through clenched teeth. How can she say that after what I’ve done?

Hanna takes a deep breath, clearing her throat.

“Yes, we are.” She replies. I look at her as if she sprouted a second head. Hanna nods ‘yes’ and elaborates. “We are ok because now we’re done. We marked a page and now it’s time to move on, Dominic.” She says. Her eyes are full of sadness.

“Hanna, baby, I” before I can finish my line, she cuts me off.

“There’s this club, ‘La Cueva’, it’s in the upper side of LA. Reynaldo will be there tonight.” She frowns slightly as she stands to her feet. “I rented an apartment near the club. The set of keys are your copy. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you there in three hours.” Hanna says as she grabs her purse, pulling out a piece of paper, placing it on the chest of drawers. “Here’s the address.” And with that she picks her cell phone, the pack of cigarettes and the lighter, throwing them inside her purse.

I get to my feet, staring at her as she walks to the door. She opens it and turns to look at me.

“I’ll share with you the intell I’ve got about Reynaldo.” She pauses a second, biting her lower lip, just the right corner. “Thank you.” She whispers, locking eyes with me.

“What the fuck for, Hanna?” I ask. I’m pissed with myself beyond belief. Why the fuck is she thanking me? Thank you for fucking her? Thank you for using her? Thank you for showing her how much I hate her? Thanks for what?

“For not leaving me alone, for not turning your back to me, Dominic.” And with that, she leaves the room, closing the door.

Chapter 5