Chapter One!
THE CHIEF
The humidity was unbearable when I grabbed my newspaper from the doorstep of my home. I didn’t expect good news. Another day, another headline that denounced my capability to be chief.
One would figure that life in a gated community kept the bad news outside. San Ricardo didn’t work like that.
On the bright side, this simmering weather made everyone dizzy. It kept me sharp. I was used to the heat. I had grown up in a smoldering hell just like San Ricardo. I had left that past behind years ago, but it still sizzled my fibers to be reminded of it.
“Honey,” I yelled, closing the door behind me. The cold inside the house felt unnatural to me, but I wasn’t living alone. I had to turn on the air conditioning for my guest. I heard her shy steps upstairs. Her gorgeous body appeared at the staircase. “Care to get rid of this?”
“Yes, right away,” she mumbled. The girl knew that I despised newspapers. It was an unofficial understanding between us that reading the news was like drinking venom for me. I left the newspaper on one of the coffee tables in the living room, shuffling to the kitchen.
I sat down at the kitchen aisle, as I did every day. My coffee was ready and served. She had come down early. Then she went upstairs to wash my clothes.
She was one of many. They had all been here.
All the rumors about me, they were true, to the last dot.
There was one thing these rumors left out though.
She entered the kitchen, flashing me a smile. The massive burn marks on her arms were a stamp that I had witnessed before. The other girls I had seen with these type of burn marks hadn’t survived San Ricardo. They died of infection on their second day in my town.
“Are you excited to go to work, sir?” she asked me. Her English had improved impeccably. I had a teacher on the payroll that taught all of these girls and boys. They had to be prepared for what was out there.
“It depends.” She bit her lip. “Care to show me your gratitude? Honey, you’re leaving tomorrow.”
Her eyes lit up. After months in my home, she was finally ready to explore the country. She would be free. She approached me, caressing my biceps.
“Where will I find man like the chief, huh?” she asked, running her fingers up and down my upper arm. She was smaller than me, so with me sitting down, we were almost compatible in size. “A man so gracious. Good heart, deep inside. Rough, but gorgeous. Sir, I hope you find a wife soon. You need to be married. You’re getting old.”
I was the youngest Chief that San Ricardo had ever seen, but from her perspective, I was twelve years older than her and she was 28. I told her, “I’m not looking for a wife, sweetheart. Quite frankly, I’m having fun with you girls.”
Not all of them were as welcoming and full of life as this girl. Some women arrived so deeply scarred that they didn’t open their mouth for anything. They just stared into abyss. When they were accommodating, it was the exchange of a lifetime for them and a bunch of fucking for me.
Abusive as always but not the least bit ashamed. I was simultaneously charitable and that had to amount for something.
“I know you have fun,” she responded, biting her lip. “Your future wife is missing out. That cock, sir, you cannot be unmarried. You work wonders.”
She stopped to think about what she had just said. ‘You work wonders.’ Bragging was unnecessary; I performed miracles. The operation that I ran in my gated community was living proof of that fact. Every other month we orchestrated these ‘miracles’.
She hugged me to hide the tears in her eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Just make sure you do not show your arms, whatever you do. We’ll be in contact with you once we have money ready for your surgery,” I informed her. Surgeons were also on our payroll. Every now and then, I almost lost count of all the people that were running with me, but I could spot anyone who wasn’t supposed to be inside of the gated community.
We all kept our eyes open. However, only I knew the real danger that lay out there. Out there, outside of the gated community, far from San Ricardo’s city borders, there were people who could smell blood. They hunted it. They killed for loyalty and money.
My neighbors feared the traffickers and what they symbolized. We lived a life of rules. We knew what was wrong and what was right. The traffickers presented a side of injustice that tackled more than just one law.
My street was crowded with other officers of the law. I hired them. I lived close to them. I befriended them. I worked with them.
They didn’t know the real wonders I could work. They never would.
The hand that hadn’t been on me, suddenly, it found its way to my crotch. Kissing my neck, she inquired, “How much time?”
“Take as long as you need. It’s a special day.”
After she left tomorrow, the next girl would move in. The new shipments had tried to cross our border and some of them failed. The operation had managed to steal from the ruthless traffickers once again.
She knelt down in front of me, stroking me over the fabrics. Before she took me into her mouth, she had to free me from my pants. She was a talkative girl, a nice change from all the depressed ones. “Why do you do this, chief?”
“There’s no real answer to be told,” I answered. What should I have said? That I was a liar? A hypocrite? A nasty son of a bitch? Because all of that was true. Especially, the son of a bitch.
“So humble. I didn’t know Americans could be so humble.” She had made me think of my mother. Therefore, my erection was coming in short. “I bet your mother would be proud.”
“Honey, let’s get your tongue on my dick. Stop talking about mothers.” I pointed at my not-so-erect cock and she got the message, giggling to herself.
The girl sucking my cock thought I was a saint, waving a white flag for peace and incorporating justice.
But I was far from that.
