Pan's Salvation (4 page)

“Hell, yeah,” Glider cheered his approval. “You come to pay your respects to me and I

appreciate that. You didn’t miss a beat when we needed you today. Dueling Devils are welcome in this territory anytime.”

“I appreciate that, Glider.”

“Just one thing I want to ask of you.”

“Name it,” Pan said.

“I want some public compensation for that bitch of yours actions today. She sent my man to the hospital. You know we can’t let that shit fly.”

Her stomach bottomed out. Public compensation didn’t sound like anything she wanted to

be a part of.
Run.
The voices in her head screamed shrilly at the top of their lungs. Fight or flight kicked in. She forced her feet to remain rooted to the spot. If she blew their cover, Pan would have to forfeit his claim. As bad as this was, life with the Hell’s Minions would be a million times worse. She understood doing what needed to be done to survive.
I endured then and I will
now.

“What did you have in mind?”

“You pick. I want to see that bitch put in her place right here, right now.”

Pan turned around and gazed down at her.

Their gazes met.

She saw the regret in his eyes followed quickly by determination and something

darker…Lust.

“You heard the man. Get on your knees.”

She hesitated.

“Now!” Pan barked.

She slowly lowered herself to the floor. The rough wood punished her knees. She clutched the hem of her shorts and silently prayed for strength and courage.

Pan ran his fingers down her face. “So fucking pretty. I bet those big ass red lips of yours are going to feel real good wrapped around my cock.”

His words lit a fire inside her. Ashamed, she looked down.
What the hell is wrong with me?

Her nipples pebbled. A group formed around them in a giant circle. Her heart thudded in her chest. She looked around at the bikers sneering down at her.

“You look at me when I give you my dick.”

She gazed up. Fire flared up between them. She latched onto the connection, allowing it to take her mind away from the unwelcome faces that surrounded them. Breathing heavily, she found herself unable to escape his hypnotic gaze, she watched as he unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper and pulled his dick free from his boxers. He stroked himself and she watched, mesmerized as he stretched to his full length. He was about eight inches and thick. His mushroom shaped head was an angry red. Her hands itched to touch him. A pearl droplet formed on his tip. Her mouth watered.

“Open your mouth. You don’t get to touch. You are only to take what I give you.”

She formed an O with her mouth.

“Wider.”

She complied.

He painted her lips with his pre-cum.

She whimpered.

“You like it, don’t you?” He slid his cock inside.

The salty flavor made her moan.

“That’s right, swallow me down in front of them. Show them what a good girl you can be. I own you now. You’ll do what I say and you’ll love every minute of it, won’t you?” He fisted her hair and pulled it taut.

The pressure brought a fresh rush of cream between her legs. Her juices coat her thighs.

There was something about this man that broke every personal rule she had for herself. The need for control went out the window when he gave a stern command. Perhaps, because she knew deep down, he would protect her the way he’d promised. Heat flooded her cheeks and spread across her body like wildfire. His head tapped the back of her throat. She gagged.

“Suck.”

The lusty grunts of approval turned her on. All eyes were on them and their show. She

relaxed her muscles and took him deep.

“My little dirty girl likes sucking cock in front of a room full of men, doesn’t she?”

“
Mmm-hmm
.” She moaned her agreement. Desire rose inside her to please the man who stood between her and the army of bikers who were all looking to rip into her and tear her apart.

She bobbed her head savoring his taste. Robust, full flavored and salty he was a full course meal she couldn’t get enough of. His thrusts were slow and deep. She hallowed her cheeks.

“Damn, you’re better than a fucking Hoover. Take me deep.”

“Shit, look at her!” A voice called.

She moaned once more rubbing her thighs together to relieve the dull ache in her core.

“Look at her, she’s about to get off, sucking his prick.”

“Fuck, come over here and suck me, Goldie,” someone called.

She felt powerful and sexy. She was doing this
to
them.

Pan smirked. “I am going to have so much fun with you.” He growled. “Now I’m going to

come and you’re going to swallow every last drop.” His speed went from zero to sixty as he fucked her mouth with a wild abandon.

It woke something crazy inside her. She used her entire body to pleasure him.

He growled. His cock swelled and he shot thick ropes of cum down her throat.

Lark took it down, nearly choking on his seed.

He pulled out of her mouth and ran his thumbs over the corner of her lips then held it

forward. “You missed some.”

She flicked her tongue out and swirled it around her tongue, ingesting the last of him.

“Shit, now I’m thinking we should’ve kept her.”

She whimpered.

Pan pushed himself back into his pants, zipped his fly and turned to face them. “She’s mine now and I determine what she does and when she does it. You’ve gotten your restitution and that’s the last you’ll get from her.”

“Big words.”

“Fuck off, Ramen, unless you don’t think much of Glider’s word.”

Silence settled over the circle.

“Now like I said, we need to get going. Thanks for the dealings and the hospitality. I have a new woman to break in.”

Laughter rang out and just as fast as it arrived, the tension disappeared like a puff of smoke.

Pan gazed down at her. “Get up.”

She scrambled to her feet, eager to leave the building and the memories of the day far

behind.

“I’ll need her car and her property.”

“Done,” Glider said. “Prospect, bring the shit around for the man.”

They made their way outside amongst congratulatory pats on the shoulder to Pan and gropes to her body. The violation made her sick to her stomach. She swallowed the bile and kept her head down, playing the role of docile. A few more minutes and she would find her freedom.

They stepped out into the night and she gasped, taking in the air like a drowning victim breaking the surface. Her nerves fell over her like an avalanche. Shame weighed down on her chest.
How
could I have liked that or him?
It’s a bit early for Stockholm syndrome.

“Let’s go, we don’t have time to sit around and shoot the shit.”

His gruff voice brought her to attention like a soldier. She fell in line with his step and followed him to her car. She would follow him down into Mexico. She prayed it wouldn’t be for the last time.

Pan felt naked as they crossed the border. It was easier to go through immigration without his vest, so he stored in the saddlebag. It made him antsy. Being a Dueling Devil was more than a position, it was part of his identity. Removing it felt like denying who he was. A few miles into town, he pulled over and slipped on his cut. It would make people think twice about causing shit.

The city could be a rough place. The criminal element fed on weakness and waited patiently for an opportunity. Lit storefront windows broke up the darkness. Brightly colored blankets, piñatas and hats hung from posts, trying to tempt visitors into buying an
authentic gift from Mexico.
A live band played bass heavy music. Couples danced in the streets. Plastic cups in hand, people enjoyed the evening. He envied them. Carefree and completely unaware of the dirty dealings right under their noses. They spun and whirled as colorful skirts caught the light and bodies grinded together.

Thoughts of Lark and him in a similar position made his dick twitch. She had him ready to plow into her pussy like there was no tomorrow and she wasn’t even trying. Her ability to push his buttons irritated him. He pulled away from the curb and roared off, following the directions he memorized. The hotel was only twenty minutes from the border and off the main road that ran through the town. It spoke to the cartel’s power that they flouted their presence here.

The two-story beige stucco building greeted them with its Fiesta Bonita sign. Palm trees lined the front of the building giving it a warm, inviting feel.
I bet the people staying here have
no clue what’s going on in the rooms next to them.
He pulled into a parking spot.

Lark maneuvered her vehicle into the spot beside him. She stepped out, looking good

enough to eat in the short black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin and high heels that made her shapely legs go on for days. She’d changed in a gas station bathroom before they hit the border.

When he saw her, his jaw had dropped to the ground.
Who knew she’d clean up so damn
well?
He strode to the back of the truck, pulled out the silver suitcase and took the lead, leaving her to follow behind him.
She needs to understand I’m in charge.
She’s too invested in the situation. If her emotions took over, they could both end up fucked.

Her heels clicked on the pavement as she caught up with him. They entered the hotel and he walked up to the desk.

A tiny woman in a black suit, severe bun and blinding smile greeted him, “Welcome to

Fiesta Bonita. How may I help you?”

“We have a reservation for Smith.”

Her eyes widened. “Yes, of course, Sir. We have the best room ready for you.” Her hand

shook slightly as she fumbled behind the desk. There was no request for identification or form of payment. She slid the keys across the desk. “You’re in room 126. You go down the hallway behind you, take a left at the first corridor and it’ll be the last door. If you need anything at all, please let me know, my name is Esperanza and I’m the manager working tonight.”

“Thank you, Esperanza,” he said. He studied her face carefully, but he read nothing other than fear. Whether it was fear of the people they were delivering to or the fate they were blindly walking toward, he couldn’t say. The gun holster beneath his vest reassured him. If nothing else, he’d go out in a blaze of gunfire. Everyone’s number came up eventually. He followed the yellow carpet feeling like he was on a path to see the wizard. They reached the door and he used his card. The lock beeped and the light flickered green.

Go time.

They stepped inside and discovered two hulking thugs.

Their tailored gray suits and expensive shades did nothing to make them look less

threatening. Their heads were cleanly shaven and a tattoo curled its way around their necks, a symbol of their loyalty to their organization.

He closed the door behind him them and stopped near the entrance.

“Did you bring what you were supposed to?” The bulky man on the left asked.

“Yeah, I got it,” Pan said. He walked over to the bed and placed the suitcase on the top of the comforter.

“Open it,” The man on the right ordered.

He unzipped it and stepped back. The neat bundles of white product stood out against the black interior. Pan stepped even further back and the man on the right moved forward, taking the bags out as his partner set up a scale.

They took their time carefully measuring. “It looks like it’s all there. Lucky for both of you,”

One of them said.

“And my sister?” Lark whispered.

“You were late. So…you understand why we can’t let her go.”

“What? That wasn’t my fault.”

The man shrugged. “You got a problem with that, you best take it up with the boss man.”

“No. No this was not part of the deal!” Lark screamed.

“You’d best get your bitch in check before I do it for you.” The man growled low.

Pan grabbed her arm and snatched her up against him.

“Let me go.”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” He barked.

She jumped. Her eyes damn near bulged out of her skull.

The wounded expression in her brown eyes made him feel lower than a snake. He leaned in and whispered, “There’s nothing we can do right now.”

“I’m not leaving here without, Robin.” She shook his hand free. “Take me to her.”

Her words set him off like a bomb. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He gave her a few hard shakes. “I don’t give a shit what she says. She’s leaving with me.”

The man shrugged. “We got what we came here for. This shit’s between the two of you.” He snapped his fingers. “Let’s go, Hector.” He smirked at Lark. “I’ll tell the boss you’ll be contacting him soon.”

Pan clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled her to his body, pinning her arms with his own. She wiggled and he gripped her tighter. She cried out. He ignored her protest as the men gathered their things and left. The door closed behind him and she fought with renewed strength.

He walked over to the wall and pressed her body against it. “Calm the fuck down. You aren’t going anywhere and we both know it. You think I risked my ass coming down here for you, just to hand deliver you? What happens when he has everything he wants and you have no leverage?