Saving The Capo's Heir

Thirteen

Thomas

I was woken up by one of these brutes jerking me. I am usually a very light sleeper, but thanks to the beatings and the lack of food and water, my body must have crashed last night.

“Get up, we are moving. Grab the kid.” i***t number one says. These motherfūckers do not give me names. Therefore, I can’t for the life of me call them out.

“Where are we going?” I asked, groaning as I moved to sit up.

“Do you really think that I will give you that information? Get the fūck up or I will drag you out.” i***t number two says. I decided that at this moment my best decision was to get up, grab Aaliyah and move.

“Fine, fine.” I stated, making sure that Aaliyah was in fact tight around my arms and close enough to my chest.

“This way.” i***t number one pushes me out the door of the room into the hallway and closes the door. i***t number two grabs me from behind and blindfolds me. Great, now I am blindfolded with a newborn in my hands and injured.

“I wonder if either of you have a brain up there.” I stated, just as he was tying my blindfold. I grunt thanks to the punch that landed right on my ribs. Yes, of course, why not add salt to the injury? I want to roll my eyes but no one will see me.

“Keep playing jokes. Let’s see who will be joking in a couple of hours, now walk.” He nudges me forward, making me almost lose my balance. I am really hoping that Esmé and Mason are coming for me because I want to kill each one of them.

Esmé

Would it be considered bad that I want Mason to bend me over right now and give me what I so desperately want and need? I turned around to face him. I knew my cheeks were flushed. I can feel it, my ears are burning hot and my thongs is moist. I could feel everything down there throbbing with desire, but I also know that it is now or never to get my baby girl and that stops all slutty thoughts.

“Mason, what is the plan? I need to know what the exact plan is. How are we going to do this?” I asked him, folding my arms across my chest and leaning on Javier’s desk.

“Well…” He began to say, just as Javier walked into the office.

“Are you guys ready?” He asked, looking between us. I know Javier could feel the sēxual tension in his office. Hell I am sure that the whole house could feel it.

“We are.” I cleared my throat and moved to the side, giving him the space that he needed to sit at his desk and provide me with all the logistics needed for this mission.

“Perfect.” He walked toward his desk, pulling the chair back and opening the first drawer of his desk. He pulled out a container of Clorox wipes and wiped the surface cleaned, while smiling the whole time. I covered my mouth trying to hold on to the laughter that was trying to escape my lips.

“Very funny, Javier.” I said, pulling the other chair and sitting down waiting for him to finish his theatrics.

“Should I erase all the footage from the last forty-five minutes?” He asked, turning around to look at Mason and then me. One nod from Mason was all that he needed. He turned around searching for the footage's history and deleted the last forty-five minutes of the footage.

“Okay, now that that is settled. Let’s get started.” Javier began pulling blue -prints from the warehouses that I was supposed to go to.

“Did you decide on where the tracker is going to go?” He asked Mason.

“Yes, it’s settled.” I answered, ignoring Mason and looking straight at Javier.

“Okay then…” He nodded and turned around pulling street maps and alternate routes in case of an emergency.

“Javier, how many people are we taking with us?” I asked. I am going on a limb here and thinking that this was already spoken and decided between them two.

“We haven’t really spoken about numbers yet.” Javier cleared his throat and looked at Mason for saving grace.

“Esperate pendejo… you mean to tell me that you two fūck faces have been “strategizing” for days and yet you don’t have the most basic part of this operation?” I yelled while pinching the bridge of my nose. “How?” I asked again while looking from Mason to Javier.

“How many men do we have on the roster?” I asked, trying to calm myself down.

“We have about five hundred men, Esmé. We need to leave some here with your mom and then the rest could come with us.” Javier said, sitting down on the chair and turning it around to me.

“Okay, what about Ysabel?” I asked…

“Nothing has come back for her. Do you want her to join us in this operation or do we leave her with your mom here?” Javier asked.

I tap my nail on the desk. “She comes with us. Assign someone else to my mother. I want Ysabel to be near one of us at all times.”

“Okay.” He nodded and pulled out his phone from his back pocket.

“I need you to go and cover Ysabel’s post until further notice. I also need you to send her on over to my office.” Javier ends the call and slides his cellphone back into his pocket. “That’s settled.” He said.

“Perfect. I am going to settle the score with these trackers and pumps. When I come back in one hour, we had better be ready to leave. I want my daughter back home tonight.” I said, standing from the chair and heading out of Javier’s office and up to our room.