Sor (Voodoo Guardians #29)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“We found Beck and turned him over to command,” said Frank. “Bastard’s been selling everything from high-end purses, clothing, and jewelry to luggage and rocket launchers.”

“Fuck,” muttered Hex. “Did he sell weapons to DeWitt?”

“Yep,” said Sor.

“What’s his deal? What is he trying to gain by all this?” asked Luke.

“It’s the same as it always is. Money, power, in a sick, twisted way, fame,” said Ben.

“Hey, we got a hit on DeWitt,” said AJ. “He went through security at LaGuardia and boarded a flight for Los Angeles.”

“Wasn’t he flagged?” asked Sor.

“He should have been. TSA was a little slow in figuring it out. He landed in L.A. almost two hours ago. We got the camera feed and saw him leave the terminal. He boarded the bus for short-term parking, got in a new Audi A3, and drove southwest out of the airport. We’re working on following him from there.”

“Southwest?” frowned Sor. “He could be headed to Long Beach, Miramar, San Diego, any of those places. Does he need more weapons?”

“He needs weapons, money, all of it. According to Beck, he’s in deep shit with his partners. He promised things he can’t deliver, including those kids to help with the mining in the caves,” said AJ. They all turned to look at him.

“Oh. While you three were eating your hearts out, I was in touch with base, following up on what would happen with Beck.” They all stared at AJ, who only stared back.

“For fuck’s sake, AJ, what is happening?” growled Cam.

“Sorry,” he smirked. “He’ll be tried with military, federal, state, and local laws. He’s not going anywhere anytime soon. He did offer up some helpful ideas on DeWitt that he didn’t share with all of you. DeWitt’s stepmother works for the Department of Defense.”

“Are you fucking with us?” said Eric.

“Never, my big angry friend,” smiled AJ. “DeWitt’s father died six years ago, and Jenna DeWitt remarried two years later to William Collins.”

“Wait. Jenna Collins. Why does that name sound familiar?” asked Luke.

“Because she writes the defense contracts for the DOD. She’s responsible for the initial writing of the contracts and passing them off to someone else for signatures and review.”

“Holy shit,” whispered Luke. “Jenna Collins. She works with Georgie and the others on our contracts for G.R.I.P. with the DOD. Call her.”

“I already did,” said AJ. “She’s unsure of where her son might be. I spoke to her boss, and he knows to not approve anything or allow anything to move through that has her name on it. DOD is aware of our suspicions that she is probably falsifying contracts for weapons and other items so that they can be diverted to Cambodia.”

“Well, that answers the questions on how he was getting things over there and how he was making contacts with all the right people. We don’t think him and the stepmother are more than that do we?” frowned Eric.

“No. Probably not,” said AJ. “She’s in her late sixties and looks more like a grandmother than Mama Irene does. I think they’re just close. His mother died when he was four, so all he’s ever known was Jenna as his mother. Sounds like they just happened to have one of those relationships.”

“What’s happening with her?” asked Sor.

“DOD is looking into all of her contracts to Asia right now. She’s not aware of anything going on. They have her in a training room, retaking a bunch of BS training to keep her busy.”

“See if you can find him on traffic cameras,” said Hex. “Once we know for sure where he’s going, we can follow.”

“We could have a team head there now,” said Sor. They all looked at him, nodding. “We could just be in the area prepared for whatever might come.”

“It’s not a bad thought,” said Luke. “Take four with you. Frank and Ben seem invested in this one. Take those two, Cowboy and Brix.”

“Not Brix. Daphne is due any time now. I’ll take Matt. We’ve got a lot of babies due in the next few weeks, and I don’t want anyone mad at me,” smirked Sor.

“I hear ‘ya. Go get ‘em, brother. We’ll keep you posted,” said Luke.

Sor left the offices to go see Nell before he was gone again.

“What do you think this guy’s ultimate game is?” asked Hex.

“I think it’s as simple as it seems in this case. I think it’s money, power, maybe even a little fame in some ways. None of that really matters. What matters is that we stop him. With him gone, the Cambodians will have to find a new source for their little plan.”

“Then let’s do what we do,” smirked Eric. “Let’s stop him.”

“Well, hello, handsome,” smiled Nell as Sor entered the cottage. She was stretched out on the leather chair, her feet up on the ottoman, with a book in her hands.

“Hey, babe. What are you reading?”

“One of Charlie’s books,” she grinned. “It’s pretty spicy. Giving me lots of great ideas for bedroom activities.”

“Oh, do tell,” he smiled, feeling himself harden.

“Well, for instance, in this chapter, they’re attempting to have a little fun with role-playing. She’s a woman alone in a bar.”

“Oh, that’s just sad,” he smirked.

“Yep. He comes in looking all handsome, big, and strong and sits down beside her. He, of course, offers to buy her a drink. They start talking and learn that they’re both getting over nasty divorces.”

“Huh, that sounds familiar,” he says.

“Yes,” she laughed. “Anyway, he offers to walk her home, but when they get there, her front door is open.”

“Oh no. What happens next?” he asks, pushing the ottoman aside and kneeling between her legs. His big hands massage up her calves and thighs as she swallows, staring at him.

“W-Well, he searches the house, and there’s no one there, but of course, she’s scared.”

“Of course,” he grinned. Sor hooked his thumbs inside her panties, pulling them down as she lifted her body off the seat. “Go on.”

“I-I’m having trouble concentrating,” she smiled.

“Try.”

“Then, he offers to stay the night, sleep on the sofa. Except her sofa is in terrible shape, and she feels bad for him, so they agree to sleep in the same bed with him on top of the covers.”

“Very gentlemanly,” he says in a throaty growl as his fingers entered her wet body. Nell opened her legs wider, letting one swing over the arm of the chair. “Good girl.”

“She’s in just this little t-shirt and panties,” she gasps.

“Such a naughty girl,” moans Sor, flicking his tongue across her clit.

“Uh, then, then, uh, then she kisses him, and he starts removing her clothing, and once the clothing is gone, he starts to explore her body. J-Just like you’re doing now.”

“Good man. Always explore the body,” he says with a grin.

Nell gripped his head, weaving her fingers through his thick head of hair and holding his face to her pussy. The magical tongue went in and out, then flicked that hard clit again and again until she screamed breathlessly.

Smiling up at her, his face was covered in her juices, and she wanted all of it. Pushing him to the floor, she opened his jeans and slid down his rock-hard cock, rolling back and forth.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned. “That’s it, Nell. Ride me, baby, ride me.”

“You feel so good,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve been thinking of this ever since I picked up that damn book.”

Sor reached beneath her sweater, squeezing her breasts, twisting and teasing her nipples as she rode faster and harder, his hips riding up to meet her. When he was nearly there, she leaned back, gripping his ankles with her hands, forcing his cock at a different angle. It sent him over the edge, her own body shaking and jutting forward with delight.

“Fuck, that was good,” he growled, rolling on top of her.

“More,” she moaned.

“Damn, Nell. I want to, but we have to head to California. We think that’s where DeWitt is.” She kissed him sweetly, smiling at him.

“Then California is where you need to be. Once this is done, we’ll have more time.”

“All the time in the world, Nell. You’re going to be my wife, baby. Mine and mine only. I’m going to make sweet love to this body every single fucking day.”

“Well, except for a few days a month,” she smirked.

“Nell, honey, it will be every day of the month unless you’re hurting. I don’t give a shit about your period or anything else. I love your body, and I want you. All the time.”

“Really?” she asked, scrunching her nose.

“Really,” he smiled. “All the time, Nell. All the time.”

“Well, then. Hurry back. There’s a lot more to read, and I didn’t even get to the part where she decides to dip into the peanut butter and whipped cream.”

“Fuck me,” he growled as he pulled his jeans up.

“That’s what I plan to do,” she grinned. Naked, she picked up her clothing and looked over her shoulder. “Run along now. I’ve got a hot, soapy shower to take, and you need to save the world. I’ll be here when you get back.”

As she disappeared down the hallway, he was jolted out of his thoughts of more sex by his cell phone. A text from the others saying they were patiently waiting for him to head to California.

Grabbing his gear once again, he stepped onto the porch to see Matthew waiting at the path with an ATV.

“The boys said they were waiting on you. Thought I’d get you there a little quicker,” he smiled.

“Thank you, Matthew. Will you watch over her while I’m gone?” Matthew smiled at him. “I mean, I know the others will be here, and they’ll make sure she’s okay and everything. It’s just that I feel as if I should ask you to do it as well. It feels as though that’s your job or something.”

“Son, that’s all I ever do is watch over all of you.”