“Did he touch you? Fuck you?”

My answer is a whimper.

“After all that time,” he continues, “you have no other information?”

I shake my head.

Guy untwists me and drops into a squat, grasping the waist of my jeans like handlebars. They slide over my ass and to the middle of my thighs when he pulls. I ram my knee into his chest, but he catches it in a strong hand before he can fall backward. His teeth pull at my panties and then release so they snap back. Breath heats my skin as he kisses me through the fabric with his whole mouth, his hard tongue snaking lower and lower.

He looks up at me, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Should I continue, or will you tell me what you know?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer but pulls my underwear down to meet my pants. His hands slide between my thighs. Both thumbs pry open my folds, and I swallow as best I can, breathing hard through my nose. “Así me gusta,” he murmurs. “If I were Calvin, I would never let this from my sight.” I feel something cool against my skin and look down instinctively. Drool drips from my mouth onto the floor as Guy rubs another strawberry along my slit. I squirm, trying not to clench my teeth. He dips the tip inside me then looks up and takes a bite.

My mind scrambles to keep up, but all I can think about is not closing my mouth and the searching fingers between my legs. Would Calvin care if someone else touched me? Is it enough of a reason to give up his secret? Guy’s eyes are fiery with the burn for information, something I understand all too well.

He puts his middle finger in his mouth and sucks. He’s looking at me in a way no one else ever has—like I’m something to be both cherished and devoured. He pushes his finger inside and hooks it, massaging me. I gasp up at the ceiling, nearly choking on my own saliva. “For such an innocent girl, you are sinfully wet,” he says.

He fingers me with an even rhythm, cupping my clit with his palm when he’s up to his knuckle. I’m fighting off the warmth pulsing in me, straining against my cuffs. Any amusement fades from Guy’s face; instead, his brows draw up in an almost pained expression. His thumb circles over me, and my hips jerk involuntarily. I close my eyes and think of Calvin, picturing his face as my struggling weakens and my body surrenders. His hand disappears suddenly, leaving my insides grasping at nothing. He stands and touches his slick fingertip to my bottom lip. My breaths are shallow as he spreads my wetness over the corners of my mouth and up to my cheeks until his finger is dry.

“I bet you’re a beautiful fuck,” he says. “There’s guilt in your eyes, but the way you flush pink is making me so hard.”

My heart stops at the word fuck. Calvin owns that part of me. He’s the only one I want there. Guy shows me both hands in surrender. “Tell me, innocent, stubborn Cat. What makes him Hero?”

My protest is indistinguishable due to my aching jaw and schooled tongue. Guy’s hand caresses me again; his touch is deceivingly light, but my body reacts, already so close to the edge. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy this.”

My head shakes hard, even as my pussy grows wetter, throbs.

“Why are you protecting him?” he asks. “Do you love him?”

Before I can answer, he picks up the belt from the ground. He turns me again and lashes my bare ass. The sheer surprise of it causes my teeth to clamp down and slice the strawberry in half.

“Oh, bad girl,” he says, tsking when I spit out the other half. He whips me twice more. All the blood drains from my face at once, and my skin flames. Metal hits the concrete, and he’s behind me again, massaging an ass cheek with his palm. His other hand twists my head over my shoulder and traps it there with a kiss to bruise. I recoil instinctively, pain firing from my wound, but his fingers dig into my cheeks to hold me still.

He wraps his arm around and thrusts his fingers into me. They search, tease, pleasure with the same intensity as his lips. I gasp, and his moans echo off my teeth. When I picture Calvin’s face, a nip on my bottom lip brings me back. My climax crests with Guy’s fingers inside me, his tongue so far down my throat I can barely breathe, and his hot chest hard against my back.

His exhale is heavy in my ear as he rests his forehead against the wall in front me. He removes his hand after a moment and tugs up my pants but leaves them unbuttoned. When he returns me forward and releases my wrists from their cuffs, my arms fall lifelessly to my sides. They prick and tingle as life flows back into them, momentarily as useless as they were above my head. I stand dumbly while he watches me. His eyes are clear, but the devilish slide of his grin reminds me of the moment we first spoke.

“You’re an intoxicating and, apparently, distracting girl. Broken in, but not broken.” He looks over my head at the window and then back at me. “I had one goal, to get answers, but you managed to derail me. Too bad, because our time has run out.”

“Run out? Why?”

“Hero has been notified of your whereabouts.”

“Please,” I say. “Don’t do this. He’s not what you think. People depend on him. Wh-what if he is immortal? He could kill all of you.”

“You’re right. He could.” He looks wistfully at me, the way I imagine a lover would right before he broke your heart. “Hero’s going to get his own private show, Cat. His precious girl on her hands and knees for all of them—us.”

“What?” I step back against the wall. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

“This isn’t about you. You could be anyone to them. It’s what you are to him.”

“I’m not what you think,” I say, pleading with him. “He doesn’t even think of me as a person.”

“You don’t know what I saw. I spent two weeks tracking Hero, trying to find something to give Carlos. Did you know he would stop by your apartment building each night to check on things? Did you know he walked you home after work most nights? He cares, chiquita. I wouldn’t waste my time on you otherwise.”

“Those things aren’t my fault. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They don’t just want to kill him. They want their suffering to become his suffering. And sadly, that’s where you come in.”

I slump backwards as my head swims.

“What’s wrong? Don’t think your hero can save you first? I thought he was your knight in shining armor.”

My shoulders sag from the weight I carry. I don’t have the answer to his question. I can’t declare with the same confidence I used to that as long as Hero is near, I feel safe.

“Finally you look scared. And you should be.” He smiles. “But I can save you, Cataline. I’ll take you with me. Tell me what you know. Where does he get his strength, and how does he survive bullets? If he’s not immortal, what kills him? I’ll make all this go away. You have my word.”

The door rattles when someone pounds on it. “Vamos, Guy.”

“Last chance,” he says.

Whatever the Cartel does with the information will put lives at risk, most of all Calvin’s. I don’t care. I’ve already sacrificed enough. I urge myself to speak, to spill Calvin’s secrets and take my revenge, but I remain unshakably mute.

Someone opens the doors.

“Yavoy,” Guy shouts and slams his fist into the wall. “Fuck. I can’t help you then. I don’t know why you’re keeping his secret,” he pauses, glancing over his shoulder, “but there’s a chance it’s about to get you killed.”

I swallow thickly. Before he turns away, he pulls my face up to his and kisses my cheek. He leaves without a look back.

46

Calvin

My bare hands have served me well so far. They are my weapons. My skin is my shield, my strength is my lifeline, and Cataline, my motivation. I’m not sure there’s greater motivation to me at this point. I am alarmed to learn all the things I would risk for her.