Welcome to Diablo Vista (Axl Dane #1) (10 page)

              “Shh, remember, it's a plan?” Axl whispered.

              Esteban winked and nodded.

              The group below seemed to be still conferring. “Okay, that's a deal. You give us Esteban, and the rest of you can go. We don't know who the hell any of you are, anyway. As far as we know, the rest of Esteban's crew is all dead. We got those bastards living near you, Esteban. I know you can hear me, Morales. Those guys posing as the gay couple? We killed them both. Our Japanese friends beheaded them for us,” the spokesman taunted.

              “Ah, they were good men,” Esteban said. “They weren't just posing as a couple, though.”

              “We aren't letting that bastard live! He killed too many of our men!” one of the bikers shouted, with the others agreeing. Axl risked a look down and counted nine bikers. The other two groups had twice that many.

              “Now listen. You guys can storm us, and you'll probably kill us all. But we have the high ground, and we have guns. We'll kill a lot of you before you can kill us. Wouldn't you rather do this the easy way?” Axl said.

              “We have wasted too much time here already. The easy way sounds good,” the spokesman said.

              “Okay, so the deal is, I turn over Esteban, and you all go right? Just walk away, and then we'll leave once you're gone.”

              “Axl Dane, shut up! You're a dead man!” the biker yelled again.

              “Sounds like the Kingsnakes don't like our little deal,” Axl said. “I guess it's the hard way, then.”

              Axl watched as the head Cartel man and head Yakuza chief spoke. They turned to their crew and nodded, and within seconds, the two groups both opened fire on the remaining bikers. The Kingsnakes never had a chance as bullets ripped into them, turning the gang into a troupe of dancing marionettes in the desert heat. The bikers dropped, their bodies ripped to shreds.

              “There. The bikers aren't an issue. Now give us Esteban and let's all go home,” the spokesman said.

              Axl was a little taken aback by the act of violence he had just witnessed, and was still staring when Esteban spoke. “Such a brilliant plan! You are very smart, señor! Now, I guess you get the two remaining groups to fight and kill one another, and then we walk away? Ah, I love it! Please, señor, hurry. I want to see how you do it!”

              Axl looked at Esteban, then down at the men. They were looking up expectantly, and Axl had a feeling they wouldn't wait much longer.

              “Okay, a deal's a deal,” Axl said, shooting Esteban twice in the chest with his Colt Python. The look of surprise on Esteban's face would have been comical under different circumstances, but given the red blossoms on his shirt and the chunks of flesh that had just been blown from his back, it just wasn't funny.

              Esteban dropped his gun as his body fell, but before he could hit the ground, Axl kicked him down the mountain. He watched as Esteban's corpse rolled all the way down to land at the feet of the men below.

              They all surrounded the body, and Axl saw nods as they identified Esteban. Several of the men took pictures with their phones, but then Axl was mortified as he watched the Yakuza behead the body and then present the head as a gift to the Cartel, who tossed it into the back of their truck like a basketball.

              “Señor, we thank you. You have nothing to fear from us. You go your way, and we'll go ours. Vaya con dios,” he said.

              Axl was still apprehensive as he watched them load into their vehicles, but he felt better about things as he watched them drive away. He finally let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and walked over to the cave on shaky legs.

              “It's over,” he said.

              “Are you sure?” Trista asked.

              “Yes, I am,” Axl said. They had all seen what happened, and Axl wondered what each of them was thinking of him at the moment. Rosita was the one he was most concerned with, and she must have sensed it.

              “You did what you had to do. Esteban killed himself, you didn't. You saved all of our lives. As far as I'm concerned, you're a hero,” she said, kissing him deeply right in front of Trista and Geoff.

              “All right, dude!” Geoff said, although whether he was congratulating Axl on saving them or on the kiss, no one knew. Trista gave them a jealous look but said nothing.

              Axl walked over and picked up Esteban's gun, sliding it into his belt along with his own. He then picked up the duffle bag as well.

              “Come on, let's get out of here,” he said. The group trudged back to the Bronco, which looked the worse for wear but was still driveable. Axl carefully drove back down the mountain and then back towards town. No one spoke on the drive, all of them lost in their own thoughts.

              They stopped in the town with no name, all of them filing into the backroom. The two older Mexican men were back, but they were the only customers inside. Axl set the duffle bag on the table and closed the door to the room, having gotten permission from Mark for a few minutes of privacy.

              “So what now?” Trista asked. She had been shaken the most by the events for obvious reasons.

              “First off, stand up. You and Geoff,” Axl said

              The pair looked at him strangely but walked over. Axl opened the duffle bag, displaying huge stacks of cash. Axl grabbed several stacks and shoved them into Geoff's pockets and down his shirt, then did the same to Trista.

              “Take this money. I'm going to take you across the border. Then you two are going to get lost for a while,” Axl said.

              “Get lost? What do you mean?” Geoff said.

              “I mean better safe than sorry. I'm pretty sure the Cartel and Yakuza are done with you two, but no reason to risk it. Stay in the states, or at worst stay out of Mexico and Japan. Just take a long vacation,” Axl said.

              “But I have a job and stuff,” Geoff said.

              “I just stuffed like a hundred grand into your clothes. You really need to waste time cleaning pools?” Axl said.

              Geoff frowned, then smiled. “Good point, dude!”

              Axl stared at him, still wondering if he'd ever met anyone more stupid in his life.

              “What about my life?” Trista said.

              “Be happy you still have one at all,” Axl fired back.

              Trista frowned.

              “I don't care what you two do. Stay together, go apart, whatever. Just take that money and go. I can't force you, but I won't be responsible for what happens to you if you don't take my advice,” Axl said

              So far Rosita had remained seated and listened quietly. Axl turned to her.

              “What do you want to do?” he asked.

              “What are my options?” she asked back.

              “I can give you some money, and you can go wherever you want,” Axl said.

              Rosita didn't speak, waiting to hear another option.

              “Or you can stay with me a while,” Axl said.

              “I'll stay with you,” Rosita said without hesitation.

              Axl nodded, betraying no emotion even though he was very pleased by her choice.

              “Let's get out of here, no reason to stick around,” Axl said.

              Trista stopped him. “Axl, I still need to pay you for what you've done.”

              Axl patted the bag. “I have more than I need here. Let's go.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

             
Axl dropped Trista and Geoff off at the bus station. The massacre at the neighborhood would lead to an investigation, but the Cartels controlled most of the law in town, and Axl knew it wouldn't be nearly the issue it would be in any other town. It would be written off as gangland violence, and Trista would be assumed to have fled to Mexico. No one would look for her too hard. Things would cool off quickly, and it would be back to business as usual in Diablo Vista.

              Axl took Rosita back to his apartment after they left the bus station. He assumed she was from Mexico, and he'd need to make some arrangements to get her a green card, whether fake or real. However, she explained she had been born in the United States just over the border and was considered a citizen. One less thing to worry about as far as Axl was concerned.

              Axl and Rosita were both too tired to do anything but sleep as soon as they got to the apartment, both of them falling into Axl's bed fully dressed and sleeping within minutes. The events had been exhausting, and the two of them ended up sleeping for almost sixteen hours, broken only by trips for water and bathroom breaks. They did finally strip down, Rosita to her bra and thong and Axl to his shorts, but were still too fatigued to do anything beyond admire one another.

              After they both felt human again, the two lay in bed together and talked.

              “Where do we go from here, Axl?” she asked.

              “I don't know,” Axl said.

              “Me either,” Rosita said. Neither had had a chance to think the situation over, so there wasn't much to say.

              “Damn. I need a shower,” Rosita said, standing.

              Axl watched her as she stretched by the bed, his body finally rested enough for him to become aroused. Rosita noticed him watching, and bent over coyly, giving him a great view of her near perfect ass. She reached back and slid the thong down her legs slowly, looking over her shoulder to watch Axl as she did so. His heart beat faster as he got a good look at her tan lines, the best look he'd gotten so far considering it had been dark the first time he'd seen her naked. Her bare pussy lips peeked out from under her ass cheeks, and Axl felt himself stiffen.

              Rosita turned, looking Axl in his eyes as she unhooked her bra, exposing her pendulous breasts and allowing them to fall free. The tan lines looked just as good there as well.

              “Don't you need a shower too?” Rosita asked, as she turned and headed into the bathroom, giving her hips an exaggerated swagger to be sure her ass looked as enticing as possible.

              Axl growled and hopped from the bed, slipping his boxers off as he followed her. He stood at the doorway and watched as she started the water, holding her hand beneath it to check the temperature. She was once again bent over at the waist as if she knew exactly what to do in order to drive Axl wild.

              She stepped into the shower and Axl climbed in with her, pulling the shower curtain as she turned the spray on. The lukewarm water cascaded over their bodies and they just relished the sensation a moment. It felt as though not just the physical dust, but the mental dirt of the past few days was being washed away as well. It was a luxurious feeling, and the two grabbed the body wash and soaped one another up. Rosita ran her hands over Axl's muscular chest and shoulders, running her hands down his back. Axl squeezed her tits, lifting them in each hand and feeling the glorious weight as he soaped her nipples, pinching them to hardness. He moved behind her and reached around to cup them, massaging them and pushing them together as he kissed her neck, his hardness pressing against her lower back.

              He slid his hands down between her legs, soaping her vulva up and letting his fingers wander, her moans guiding his touch. He slowly kissed down her back, stopping just above her ass cheeks before taking a good look at them. He was only inches away now and was lost in appreciation of her solid buns. He leaned in and kissed them, planting small pecks all over her rounded buttocks. He began to bite them, just hard enough for her to feel.

              Axl put his hands on her back, pushing her forward to bend her over. Rosita reached out and placed her hands against the side of the shower as Axl bent her almost double. She felt his tongue sliding up and down her pussy from behind as he began to lick. His tongue on her pussy combined with the warm water running over her body for a fantastic innervation.               Axl buried his face into her pussy from behind, the stubble from his beard rubbing against her thighs as he ate her pussy like a wild man. He used his tongue, his lips, even his teeth to work her pussy lips and clit. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, hooking his thumbs between them as he spread them so wide it hurt, eliciting a gasp from Rosita before he began to lick. He ran his tongue from her clit, over her pussy lips and over her asshole all in one long lick. Then back down, very slowly but very forcefully.

              “Fuck,” Rosita panted, never having felt anything like it before.

              Axl continued, long slow licks up and then back down. He paused to swirl his tongue over her asshole, inserting the tip and causing her to squirm almost out of his grasp. However, he had a firm grip on her cheeks, and he didn't let her get away. He pulled her back against him, burying his face even deeper.

              Rosita began to slap the walls of the shower and moan in Spanish, doing anything she could in order to relieve the fantastic pressure Axl's oral skills were supplying. She finally couldn't take it any longer, and her orgasm exploded through her body. Axl kept licking as she came, not stopping until she had stopped squirming. She almost collapsed from the release, and Axl gently helped lower her to her knees.

              Rosita looked up at Axl. She was his now, and they both knew it. His hard cock was only inches from her face, and she looked at it, then back up at him. She opened her mouth, and with almost painful slowness took his length into her warm, wet lips. Axl moaned and put his hands on his hips, letting Rosita suck him at her leisure.

              Rosita closed her eyes and got lost in the pleasure of cocksucking, enjoying the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth. She rubbed her pussy slowly as she took him in, almost inhaling him as she got him down her throat. She sucked him slow at first, going deep, then back off. Then she started to bob her head, increasing the tightness of her lips to add to the pressure she was creating.

              Rosita squeezed his muscular ass as she took him deep. “Yeah, that's it, suck that cock,” Axl said, reaching down to pinch her nipples now as she blew him.

              Rosita moved her hands to fondle Axl's balls as he tugged on her nipples, getting her to whimper around his shaft. Rosita slid a hand through Axl's legs, back behind his balls. She moved a finger up between his ass cheeks, rubbing his asshole as she sucked.             

              “Fuck, such a dirty little slut, I love it,” Axl said when he felt Rosita's finger on his hole. Rosita looked up at him, his cock filling her mouth and her eyes questioning. When Axl didn't protest, she pushed her finger harder against his asshole. They were both slippery from the water and the body wash, so she was able to insert her finger without any problem. Axl groaned as he felt Rosita's finger penetrate him, his mind already reeling from the excellent blowjob he was receiving. She worked the finger deep as she bobbed her head, using her mouth and finger in tandem.

              “Fuck, not yet, not yet,” Axl said, finally pulling her off his dick and to her feet. His asshole puckered as her finger slid out, causing his cock to jump. He pulled Rosita to him and kissed her deeply. He then turned the water off, and the two stepped out, quickly drying one another as they prepared to move into the bedroom for the next round.

              Axl picked Rosita up over one shoulder and carried her into the bedroom, dropping her down onto the bed. He went to his dresser and pulled out condoms and some lube. He put the bottle of lubricant on the edge of the bed before ripping the condom open and sliding it down his hard shaft.

              Rosita looked up at him with anticipation as he prepared his cock. Axl looked down at her as he stroked himself. “Spread your legs Rosita. I want to see everything you have to offer.”

              Rosita showed no shame as she complied, spreading her legs as wide as possible and giving him a great view of her pussy. The lips were puffy now from her arousal, and she was visibly wet. She rubbed her clit as Axl stroked, the two of them lost in the moment.

              Axl finally climbed between her legs, rubbing his cockhead up and down her pussy and slapping it on her clit gently. “Do you want me to fuck you now Rosita?”

              “Yes, Axl, yes, please fuck me,” she panted.

              Axl grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his, snarling. “Say it like you mean. Do you want me to fuck you?”

              Rosita was exhilarated by Axl's aggression. “Yes, fuck me hard! Fuck me like the little whore I am!”

              Axl grunted and thrust his hips forward, impaling Rosita on his shaft. The events of the past few days still left them both tense, and the tension was coming out in the rough movements.

              Axl pulled her legs over his shoulders to get even deeper as he started to fuck Rosita with no mercy. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been, and therefore, she was able to take his length easily as he pounded her. His balls smacked her ass cheeks as he gripped her ankles, holding her in place. He looked down to watch his cock moving in and out of her pussy, loving the way it looked each time he bucked his hips.

              “Yeah, that's my pussy, Rosita. That's my fucking pussy,” Axl said.

              “Yes, it's yours. It's your pussy,” Rosita said, barely able to form words as Axl took her hard and deep.

              Axl pulled out with no warning, flipping Rosita over and pulling her ass up to him. He positioned her exactly as he wanted, putting her head down low and her ass up high. He moved her legs apart until he had her at the correct angle. Rosita allowed him to position her like she was a fuck doll, submitting to his desires.

              Axl mounted her and started to fuck her from behind, grabbing her hips and ramming into her. Their bodies smacked together, the sound echoing in the bedroom as Axl had his way with her, both of them loving every second.

              Axl spread her ass cheeks so he could have a better view of his cock moving in and out. He was almost mesmerized by the sight, her little rosebud asshole also visible as he kept her wide open.

              Axl reached back and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring the chilly liquid directly onto Rosita's butthole. She squealed at the sensation but didn't protest, soon feeling Axl rubbing her asshole with a finger. He slid a finger into the first knuckle, testing her tightness.

              “Do you like that?” he asked, sliding the finger a little deeper into her ass.

              “Yes,” Rosita managed to hiss.

              Axl slid the finger on it, going deep. Her asshole clenched on his digit, squeezing it so hard it almost hurt. “Fuck, that's tight. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Rosita?”

              “No,” she stammered. The cock in her pussy and finger up her ass were working in tandem to drive her nuts, so her mind wasn't working very clearly.

              “I'm going to break you in, Rosita. I'm going to fuck your ass for the first time and train you to take my cock in your tightest hole,” Axl said. His tone of voice indicating he was stating a fact rather than asking her opinion.

              “Yes, fuck my ass, Axl. Fuck me in the ass like a good little whore,” Rosita said, managing to shock herself with her own brazen language.

              “That's a good girl,” Axl said, sliding his cock from her pussy and pressing the head against her asshole. “Try to loosen it up for me.”

              Rosita wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but she grunted and bore down, and her little asshole opened. She wasn't sure how long she could keep it that way, but it was a moot point as Axl seized the moment and slid the head inside.

              Rosita gasped as she felt the head probing her, but found the sensation wasn't unpleasant.

              “Now, try to push my cock out. Just press down and try to push me out,” Axl ordered.

              Rosita did as she was told, still unsure as to what she was doing. As she tried to eject him, her asshole loosened and Axl slid in deeper. They did it a few more times, and soon Axl was buried balls deep in her ass.

              Axl grit his teeth. He had never in his life had his cock anywhere as tight as Rosita's backdoor. He slowly pulled back out, being sure not to pull all of the way out. Then back in, slowly working his thick cock in and out. Rosita was moaning, alternating between moans in Spanish and primal sounds. It was making him hotter than ever.

              “Rub your clit while I fuck your ass, it will help,” Axl instructed. Rosita did, and soon was wiggling her ass to encourage him to fuck her harder. She found out she loved his cock in her ass and wanted more.