Greetings once again avid readers! The following story continues from where we left in Destinee and Destiny ch.00. This story goes in order and probably won't make a whole lot of sense if you read it out of order. As I promised before, we're still working up to the good stuff but there will be plenty of sex all throughout. Also, as a small warning, the next chapter may contain some fairly heavy violence. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as always, I look forward to hearing some feedback!
Chapter Three -- Running
(Two years later)
With a contented sigh, I slung my shirt and towel over my shoulder and slipped back into my sandals to head off the beach. The golden-white sand beneath my feet was scotching from the sun and I could already feel the slight itching-burn creeping over my shoulders and neck, but both were a distant concern. Life was bliss since those two tiny issues were the only complaints were the first of my entire week so far. I quickly sprayed off my feet before headed for my Firebird, noticing more than a few flirty glances from two gorgeous Hispanic girls giggling next to a beat-up looking Mustang on the other side of the small lot.
I threw my stuff in the backseat and was about to approach the girls, but the sound of my phone vibrating from the console quickly made any thoughts about them dissipate. My cell phone was in the backseat and was never on silent, signaling that it was work. I picked up the disposable phone and flipped it open, turning to flash an apologetic smile to the two girls along with a gesture at my phone.
The shorter of the two with the more brazen bikini top, two triangles that barely covered her tiny, erect nipples, pouted in a playfully sexy way and began to walk over to me with her friend in tow. With every step, her small but pert bust jiggled temptingly. I made a show of lifting my sunglasses to check her out and her coy smile turned downright naughty.
The deep voice came over the line in heavily accented English. "B, you safe?" The girls paused barely a foot away as I held up a finger with a grin.
"Give me one sec', big D." The voice grunted in acknowledgement and I lowered the phone, careful to put my palm over the receiver. I spoke to the petite one (the one I had made a show of checking out) in Spanish, but not before flashing her taller, bustier blonde friend a wink. "Aren't you a saucy little minx, if I've ever seen one. You two just coming, or getting ready to go?"
She surprised me by answering in near-perfect English, leaving just enough of an accent to reveal she was a native and not a tourist. "We were getting ready to meet up with some friends at a bar actually, but you just looked too yummy to resist."
I made a deep throaty groan, knowing that what I was thinking was written clearly on my face. "Mmm, I would be more than willing to sate both your appetites if you think you can keep up. I do have to take this call though. How 'bout you give me your number and once I wrap this up, I'll text you for the address."
She raised her eyebrows cheekily and I quickly retrieved a marker so she could write her number on my forearm. As she was leaning forward, gracing me with more than an eyeful as she threatened to spill out of the triangles, she raised her lips towards my ear. "Don't make me wait long. My attention gets diverted rather quickly."
I winked and they walked away, making a show of swinging their hips to make their bubbly asses wiggle temptingly. I pulled the phone back to my ear. "Clear now. What's up?"
My full attention returned to him when the deep voice came back unusually quiet. "You're needed now. The ship just docked in the harbor and the captain is eager to get the crates unloaded so he can return to sea. A violent storm is brewing to the east."
Mumbling a curse under my breath, I flashed one last look at the glorious retreating mounds of jiggling tanned flesh. His timing couldn't have been worse, screwing up what would've been an earth-shattering threesome, but when duty calls. Especially when duty was using code to talk.
"Alright, big D, I'll head down to the docks now. Twenty tops."
The line went dead, and I quickly pulled on my black tee over my still damp shoulders. It would've nice to get a heads up so I could stop back at my place to change, but there was no making these guys wait. It just wasn't an option.
I pealed out of the small lot onto the despondent dirt road, kicking up an impressive cloud of road dust behind me. The Firebird protested every bump along the way at high speeds, but without really having to worry about traffic laws I could make the half-hour trip in half the time.
The 'ship' was backed into the garage of the gated warehouse already as I skid into the lot. Everyone knew my vehicle, so none of the overly armed but underly dressed men along the district gave me more than a passive glance. I quickly holstered my beautiful little silver Browning, tucked hidden under my long shirt, and approached the massive 6'7" giant of a man watching the trucks being unloaded.
He turned briefly upon hearing the loud crunching of my shoes, his hand instinctively going to the grip of the deadly Micro Raptor on his waist. He nodded to me and relaxed his stance, turning back to the two Mexicans in the truck. I was long past the point of trying to fill the silence near him with questions, D was the type of guy you didn't speak to unless spoken to first.
His voice was thick with a Spanish influenced accent though his words were always perfect English. "Sorry for the short notice, B. Tony was grabbed this morning, so we're short a runner."
I mumbled another curse. Tony was a good guy, a great driver by all standards, but was too cocky for his own good. The curse wasn't for him though, that meant we only had three decent runners left now. My work would be more than cut out for me, not to mention the added heat.
"Damn. How'd he get done?"
With a deep sigh he finally turned his head to me. "The new crackdown. He fished for a Mordida, but the bitch was a real hard ass. Tony was clean though, so he'll be out quick."
I mirrored his sigh, watching the last crate get pulled into the warehouse. "Am I the only one up?"
"No, the other two runners are already gone. Once the truck pulls out you can back in. With Tony grabbed we're moving to a new shop in case he talks."
With a nod, I returned to my car and waited for the truck to move. I quickly replaced it and popped my trunk. There was no need to get out as two of D's men began loading up. D coming to my window surprised me though.
"Alright, B, you're crossing the border this time." He handed me a small unmarked envelope, thickly stuffed. I didn't even want to know with what. "Just give them this and you'll get be allowed through without being inspected."
He handed me another paper with the address and I nearly did a double take. Lexington, Tennessee. That was at least a fifteen-hour drive from Reynosa. Even if I drove all night, I wouldn't make it until tomorrow afternoon.
