Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(72)

At first it was surprising, especially since she was a woman. It was almost like they were scared of her because they had to be. I just summed it up to them fearing Martinez and they knew she worked for him.

Don’t f*ck with the hand that feeds you and all that bullshit.

“You’re late,” a man dressed in a pinstripe suit announced when we walked into the warehouse.

He was a fat f*ck with balding gray hair and wrinkled skin. If I had to guess, I’d say he was in his late fifties or early sixties.

There was a long narrow table in the middle of the room. Chairs surrounded each edge even though it was only him in the vacant, empty building. Though I was more caught off guard that he was speaking English. That rarely happened in these meetings.

“I know… I’m sorry. We got—”

“Y este pendejo quien es?” He nodded toward me. I think he was asking Briggs who I was as soon as she sat down.

She didn’t turn around to follow his gaze. She knew he was referring to me.

Already I didn’t f*cking like him.

“He’s my bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard?” he scoffed out the word, leaning back against his chair. His hands firmly placed on the table in front of him.

“Martinez is having a woman shuffling his deals now? I guess it does make sense that you would have a strong man behind you,” he sneered with a strong Spanish accent.

I resisted the urge to tell him to go f*ck himself. Instead, I stood there with one hand on my gun and the other clenched in a fist at my side.

Briggs smiled, leaning back in her own chair. “Says the man who has four.”

He cocked an eyebrow, and I recognized the predatory look on his face. He wanted to f*ck her, and I wanted to make him eat own his goddamn cock.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, peladita.”

“I’m not here for you to whisper sweeting nothings in my ear.”

“Just like Martinez. All work and no play. Must run in the family.”

Family?

She sidestepped his comment not paying it any mind.

“My bodyguards aren’t here. Mira?” he said in Spanish, looking all around the warehouse, gesturing with his hands. “Your superman can leave now.”

“Hector—”

“There’s not a chance in Hell I’m f*cking leaving her alone with you,” I interrupted, unable to control myself.

I hated the way he was looking at her, and I hated it even more that she was letting it happen.

“Pretty boy, can talk too? If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll shut his goddamn mouth and let us handle some business. That’s why we are here, right?”

I stepped toward him. Briggs immediately put her hand out in the air stopping me, even though she was several feet away. Her eyes never shifted from his face.

“I’m here to handle business. He’s not leaving. You want to make a deal? You make it with him in the room, or I walk too.”

He cocked an eyebrow, challenging me.

“Martinez wouldn’t be happy about that. Trust me. I would know more than anyone what makes him happy,” Briggs warned.

My eyes immediately went from him to her, confused with what she just shared. She sounded like she had been his f*cking whore.

I took a deep breath, willing my emotions in check, but she wasn’t making it easy on me by any means.

His glare met hers and he specified, “Forty thousand dollars a kilo.”

She laughed even though there wasn’t anything f*cking funny about the situation.

“Jesus Christ, Hector, take a girl to dinner before you try to f*ck her up the ass.”

“If that’s all it takes, I’ll make reservations for you and I tonight.”

“Twenty-eight thousand and not a dollar over,” she ignored his comment, and all I saw was f*cking red.

He stood, his hands still firmly placed on the table in front of him, now hovering above it.

“The only way I’ll settle for twenty-eight thousand,” he murmured loud enough for me to hear, “is if it includes your * and your mouth wrapped around my cock. I’ll even let that little cocksucker over there watch.”

“AUSTIN, NO!”

Before Briggs even got the last word out, I was charging and roughly body checking the motherf*cker over the chair and onto the concrete floor. We both hit it hard, rolling away from the table.

My body on top of his.

“YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!” I roared, gripping his head and slamming it onto the ground.

His body immediately went lax. I didn’t falter, I straddled his waist, punching him in the face repeatedly. One fist after the other connected with his mangled face.

“AUSTIN, NO! STOP!” Briggs screamed, bloody murder.

I ignored her and continued my assault on the fat f*ck’s face and body. Beating him within inch of his life. Showing him no f*cking mercy.

I felt Briggs’ hands, ripping at my shirt trying to pry me off of him. I could hear her screaming, but the rage was too strong. The fat f*ck wanted her to show up alone because he wanted to f*cking rape her. He wanted to hurt what was mine. That’s why he wanted me to leave.

“AUSTIN, STOP! PLEASE!”

I don’t know if it was the drugs that were coursing through my system or the fact that she didn’t give a f*ck that he was disrespecting her in front of me. Or it may have been that Martinez put her in this goddamn situation in the first place. Where she could have ended up raped or so help me God something f*cking worse.