𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 pooled at the eyes of the seductress in front of me.
❝You still hate me?❞ The poison in my heart moaned as I bottomed out in her, her wetness tightening around me.
❝Of course I do- fuck! Right there!❞ She crie...
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𝐌𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐢
Chief had sent out a group of Cargo planes to retrieve much-needed resources from his allies across the world, and 'till this day, one of those cargo ships, along with its pilots, has not returned.
That's because the operating system within the plane had been hijacked, effectively killing the two pilots once the plane had hit the ground due to the impact.
This was all thanks to Armando.
He had successfully infiltrated the plane's nervous system, finally obtaining the direct set of coordinates that translated to Canan's precise location.
Armando felt like this was his biggest breakthrough yet. For once in his sorry-ass life of a mole, he felt accomplished.
He felt like he did the right thing on his terms, and he couldn't be any more excited about that.
As soon as he spoke the news to Caine, he was so happy that he could've given him a kiss.
Caine is finally one step closer to the glory he deserves.
Relaying the information to Luciano, he immediately hopped on a plane to Miami, where Armando and Caine were staying.
They knew that their time to act on their plans would soon come, and it was best for them to reside close to the coast so that they could make it to their destination as fast as possible.
As of right now, Caine is in Luciano's hotel suite, explaining to him how Armando did it and praising his colleague.
"Did you get the actual coordinates? The address, the landmarks-"
"Mando has it all, he just wanted to double-check that everything was as accurate as possible," Caine smiled with satisfaction, the anticipation of their plans finally coming to life made him giddy.
"Okay, great, we can dispose of him as soon as we get those coordinates," Luciano said nonchalantly, leaning back in his seat as he took a sip of his beloved cognac.
"Dispose of him?!" Caine questioned, baffled at the conclusion Luciano decided was best for the group.
"Yeah," he shrugged, acting as if this was something that had been agreed upon. "He's a loose end and a loose fucking canon. You don't see how quick he turned on his old bosses?"
"That's because they betrayed him!"
"They fucked a bitch that was never his to claim! He is a little boy in a grown man's world. He would never last! And, he would take us down with him!" Luciano snarled, throwing his glass at the wall in frustration.
Caine jumped at his outburst and knew it was best to try and calm the situation down, wanting to de-escalate as fast as possible.
"Okay, okay, no worries or hard feelings, but he's been really good to us. Can't we just cut off his hands or something?" Caine shrugs, taking a seat that isn't too close to the raging man.
