The Cartel

Danon Jeter

I stood by and l like listened as Quaid and Luis bantered back and forth
And I knew one thing for sure was that I couldn’t let Quain take the wrath for what my father did. He had a right to know the truth. My father, the sick bastard, was a whore, one I’d never look up to or be like.
I blurted out the truth, the truth that no one had expected, especially Luis.

“No, mine did after she had his son, of course.
Luis’ eyes snapped at mine. “Excuse me, you what?!”
“You don’t have to do this, Danon.” Quaid said, sympathetically.
“I do, this has nothing to do with you, but my father.” I looked at Luis who was standing, confused.
“It happened a long time ago, Luis. I don’t remember very much, to be honest. My father wanted your father gone. Your mother was everything to him and she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
His men had instructions to kidnap her and bring her to him. I don’t know all the details. My mother never chose to disclose them. She was too scared of what he’d do to her. I’d seen the bruises and broken bones as I grew up from her giving her opinion but she stated her silence through it, all the screaming and begging it to stop.
The next thing I knew was a baby’s cries and a loud bang. I’m sorry Luis, he killed her after she gave him a son, someone he could mould into how he wanted.”

His face was full of fire and I couldn’t blame him. My father had taken his mother away from him and we’d gained a bastard for a brother.
It all happened so fast that before we could comprehend what was going on, the door blew, and gunshots echo through the abandoned building when I knew it was to get out of there. I pressed a button sending a SOS out to the only person I could trust to get out of there: my baby brother Àngel, let’s hope he got here before I got shot and got taken down. I had to move fast to get out and to the helicopter that would pick me up. I looked around and the place was full of smoke and I was coughing. My eyes were burning and watering.

Chace was the first down shot in the arm, leg, then the heart, and Quain the second. He took more hits than Chance, bleeding. I had to get out o
The last two shots went through his spine and the skull, his body drooping to the ground. I tried to watch to see if they were alive or not but I couldn’t see a damn thing.
I looked around the guy who was always with Amy was untying her this was the perfect time for me to escape before they realised I had.

I crouched down on my front pushing forward with my elbows and feet scurrying out like I was on an army assault course going under the netting.
The smoke was engulfing the abandoned building. Once I was finally out I scurried away. There was a tracker in the helicopter so it could pick me up, my moments and my location.
I ran to the field knowing no one would be using it today as college was already out for today.

I heard the helicopter coming. God, I hope they get here before anyone notices that I’m gone. The main rotor blades rotated the wind gushing around me. I moved my hair out my face as the helicopter got closer.

My younger brother grinned at me. “Get in D, we can’t stick around it’s too risky.”

I couldn’t agree more with that. I hauled myself up onto the loading skids and held the handle of the door as the helicopter lifted up off the ground. I slid in and sat down on the passenger seat, sliding the door shut and putting in the headphones to talk to my brother.

Ángel

I hadn’t seen Danon for four years now we haven had the best relationship this far, but he’s my bigger brother and I look up to him our father and dam on don’t see eye to eye he said he’ll tell me one day when I’m old enough to understand. All I know is my stepmother detests me, why I have no idea. My father has brought us both up to respect him and if we get a beating it’s all for good reason, I’m starting to wonder. Danon has suffered more than I ever have dad reckons Danon needs to be taken down a peg or two, but I reckon he’s a kindred spirit and all his anger is kept deep within all that pent-up anger, but one day he’ll use up all that pent up anger and destroy our father for all the shit he’s put us the right and I’ll be right there with him, alongside him, watching his back and protecting him like he’s protected me for as long as I can remember.

“Thanks for coming to get me Ángel. Any longer there wouldn’t be anything left of me but blood, and guys.”
“What have you done this time D?”
“It’s a long story. So I’ll cut it short. I need to get the fuck out of France so far that no one will be about to trace me.”
“Who are we talking about D? It’s got to be someone pretty fucking important and royally pissed off at you if we’re jumping the border.”
“They are if they find me, I will have to fucking explain what I let out the French mafia ain’t no fuckin joke Ángel.”
“True point. Damn D you’ve not yourself into some shot this time. Lucky it’s me and not dad.”
“Don’t ever say that man’s name in my presence.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“So where are we heading?”
“Mexico, we’re going back to our roots.”
I grinned. “Mexico it is, brother.”
He nodded, sitting back, taking his headphones off and I spoke letting the pilot know where we were going.
It was going to be a long ass flight.

I took my headphones off. We landed on an airstrip four hours away from the border of Mexico and refused before taking off once more.
The next thing that happened was unexpected, none of us thought it would ever happen as many people came to Mexico on holiday. Maybe it was because we were in a helicopter. Shots echoed from the ground piercing thigh the metal then the pectoral tank fuck this wasn’t good.

The main rotor blades spun out of control sending us into a downhill spiral.

“Ghost us.”
“Boss.” The driver said before pressing a few buttons to switch off our GPS system and tracker so those dumb mafia guys couldn’t track us no matter how harmed they tried.

Dominique Colbone

“Sorry to interrupt you, boss.”
He pulled away. Looking angrily at Alexander, “This had better be good Alexander.”
“We have a problem, boss.”
“What’s the problem, Alex?”
“One of them got away, the other two are dead.”
“Which one got away?”
He swallowed hard. “Danon Jetter. We believe he slipped out whilst the others were gunned down.”
“Find him and make sure he doesn’t live to see another day.”
“Boss.”

Danon

I took my headphones off. We landed on an airstrip four hours away from the border of Mexico and refused before taking off once more.
The next thing that happened was unexpected, none of us thought it would ever happen as many people came to Mexico on holiday. Maybe it was because we were in a helicopter. Shots echoed from the ground piercing thigh the metal then the pectoral tank fuck this wasn’t good.
The main rotor blades spun out of control sending us into a downhill spiral.

Sinola

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the french helicopter cross over the border. Why the hell was there a French helicopter in my city? Why were they even here, we hadn’t seen any french civilians cross our border in a helicopter for a long time they couldn’t any normal French civilians they usually hey flew economy or first class but these idiots and the nevrce to use a fucking helicopter to make us suspicious of them. I commanded my men to take them but th fuckin idiots had decided it was a good idea to hit the as a tank which would kill them all on impact.

“What the hell do you think that would accomplish apart from death? Find the helicopter, and if there are casualties bring them back to the mansion and get them looking like they haven’t just been in a fuckin crash!”
“Boss.”

My men headed to the crash site whilst I went back to the mansion I needed to find out what I could about that fuckin helicopter, and who t belonged to so I could question the survivors.

Danon

I choked as I woke, it was then I realised it had water thrown over me, freezing cold water. “Good morning.”
I looked into his cold eyes.“Where am I?”
Smack.
I bolted forward-looking confused. I felt cold all over like I was naked and someone had slapped my ass, something that happened since I was a child. Father had installed it in us from a young age if you defied him that was the first form of punishment and it only got worse. A smack from a hand turned to a whip. That’s what this felt like the whip turned into the cat’s claw which ripped you to shreds.

“I’m the one asking the questions.” The man said angrily.
I looked down. Low and beholdI was wearing no clothes and my dick was hanging loosely. Literally. Fuck. I looked back at the male in front of me and simply asked; “Why am I naked.”
The swoosh was fast with a snapping small on my ass. I shot forward the ropes holding me to whatever they had tied me to tighten around my wrist. My dick jolted forward. “I said I’ll ask the questions.”
I swallowed hard. “What’s your name, boy?”
There was no way I was going to tell this psycho my name rule un, deux never tell them who sent you, trois stay strong through everything they do, never give up.
The whip smacked my ass again fuck did it sting.
“Why are you here?”

I contained my silence.
The whip cracked against my ass again harder and faster. I jolted forward.

“Your silence isn’t helping you boy. The whip slid across the tip of my dick. He looked me square in the eye, “who are you and who sent you here.”

I stared straight back onto them. My father had taught me this strategy to wear them down only nine times out of ten. It worked. I sure hope this was one of them. The whip flicked down on the tip of my dick I bit down on my lip to stop me from screaming, never scream, never cry or break down. It only shows weakness.

“I’ll ask you one last time. This is your last chance to answer me not. Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you here?”

I stated my silence. I wasn’t telling this psycho anything.
The whip came on my ass so quick I cummed, my seamen coming out like a waterfall. The guy smirked. “Santiago, stop having a wank and come over here.”

Santiago

Fuck I was almost there. I’d never had much interest in my fathers torture methods unlike the rest of the men who were horny fuckers and had their dicks out stocking them every time my father tied his prey to the beam and used his favourite toy. Luckily he hadn’t used the cat’s claw, the poor guy would be begging to die. I watched from the back of the room as he swung helplessly.

He was gorgeous, his dark hair tassel over his dark eyes. His dick grew harder every time the whip cracked against his ass. I think he was enjoying it more than he was letting on. Then boom he shot his load. I saw it happen so many times before, before dad gave them to one of the men for pleasure until they got bored and killed them, there was no way I would ever get bored of this specimen. I’d teach him a thing or two.

I strode forward looking at him. I usually got a vibe on what sexuality a guy was, but with him, I wasn’t sure if he was straight, bi, gay or another sexuality. But I knew one thing: I was going to break his virgin hole. “A pet for you son. Maybe you can get it out of this brat who he is and why he is here.

“I’m sure I will, father.” I had my own way of extracting information.
He smirked and walked away.
“Hey wait, where’s my brother? Please don’t hurt him, he’s only sixteen.”
“He’s here and he’s fine, he’s in good hands. I’ll let him know you asked for him and I assure you he won’t be touched. For now anyway.” He laughed, leaving the men following behind him.

Leaving me and this hot scrumptious specimen behind. “Mmh, what I’m going to do to you.”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh I won’t hurt you. Gorgeous.” I winked.
He gulped.
“We’re going to have so much fun, me and you.”
“What are you talking about?”
Then I went down on him.
“I’m not gay.”
“Oh you don’t have to be hun, just enjoy.” I said, taking his dick into my mouth. I moaned, mmh it tasted like heaven.

I worked my mouth around his dick lick and sucked it, it began to grow hard in my mouth. I continued grabbing his ass digging my nails in his ass cheeks as he thrusted forward. I smirked I bobbed my head up and down keeping to a steady rhythm until he unloaded in my mouth swallowing it back. I stood up smirking driving around to his ass slapping it with the back of my hand he shot forward and moaned. I slapped his ass again and again as the pleasure ripped through him. I slid my hand down the crack in his ass, he moved away, I slid my finger in and I leaned forward. “I’m going to give you the pleasure you thought you’d never feel from another guy. I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll be seeing stars and won’t be able to walk for a month.” I slid another finger in, he moaned in agreement, his cock springing to life again.

I smirked. This is going to be so fucking easy, I’m going to break him in and he’s going to tell me everything I need to know. I added a third finger scissoring his ass ready for my dick, his dick was leaking and so was mine. I had to get inside him before I spilled. I rubbed it up and down my dick then positioned him, arching him so I could plunge my dick in. That’s when I noticed all the scars on his back, he’d been tortured before. I was going to find out who. I slid my dick in slowly so he could get used to the size before I continued and upped my game, he was squirming and moaning. In no time I shuddered and cum inside him. I had to have him again.
I slid out and stalked around him, his eyes watering. I placed my hand on his face, lifting it so I could see his beautiful dark eyes.

“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can.”
“Bu..”

I smashed my lips on his losing him hard no more talking. I needed him now. I slid my tongue against his lips for him to part them. My tongue tingled, and my dick hardened he opened his mouth slightly. I slid my tongue through the gap pulling him closer to me. He gasped and I dived in kissing him with everything I had, his dick hardened. Fuck it felt so good, but I needed to get rid of these clothes to feel the friction of his dick on mine.
I unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them and slid down his thighs. His dick sprang free.
I kissed him harder, getting my dick as close to his as humanly possible. I grinded up against his dick we both moaned. I lifted his legs wrapping them around my waist. I pulled him closer holding him in place with one arm around his torso and the other guiding me back to his asshole. I slowly slid inside him, kissing him feverishly as I moved in and out. My lips detach from his kissing down to his neck kissing, licking and sucking. He began to curse and moan. I pulled out pushing him and he mumbled some coherent words in french. I grinned at least I knew his origin if nothing else. I upped my pace grinding until I found his g spot and he moaned out loudly. I kissed up to his ear. Taking into it sending shivers through his entire body. “What’s your name baby, I can’t keep calling you gorgeous can I?”

“Danon.”
“What’s your last name Danon?”
“Jetter.” he moaned as I hit his g spot again.
“Santiago Sinaloa, but call me Santiago or Snati, okay?”
“Okay.”

I trusted in and out my balls were tightening.
His hands were doing nothing to help me slow down just to make me go harder, deeper and faster.

“Santi I think.”
“Cum for me baby.”

His dick pulsed shooting his load all over our chests. I continued pounding in him, “oh fuck Danon.” my balls tightened and I was a goner. I bit down onto his neck and shot my load. Fuck, it had been so long since I had felt anything like this. I found felt connected I’ve never bust my nut so damn hard ever.

Ángel

I slowly opened my eyes, barely remembering what had happened. We were on our way to Mexico when we were shot down, but who the fuck would do such a thing our family our heritage was here this was where our family began. My head was banging. I groaned. It felt as if I’d gone ten rounds with Tyson or worse the first time I had taken drinks from my fathers drinks cabinet. I was hungover and he’d beaten me into next week. I never did it again.

“Careful kid. You hit your head real bad.”
I looked into his dark eyes who the fuck was he, and where the fuck was I? More importantly, where was Danon, had he survived the crash?
“Who are you and where the fucking hell am I?”
He smirked. “Why are you in Mexico, kid?”
“And who are you?”
“Sebastián Sinola, you can call me Sebastián, so what’s your name kid?”
“I was taught never to reveal anything to captures.”

Sebastián

I smirked, this kid was intelligent. But I noticed one other thing I had never seen in any other kid before. He held darkness in his eyes like the devil reincarnated.
“I have to know your name so I don’t have to shout ‘hey kid’ when we’re training.”

“I don’t need to train, my father taught everything that I need to know,” he stated.
I smirked. “Well kid I teach you our way, I’ll teach you how to to use all firearms and bombs.”
“My father taught me.”
Damn this kid had an answer for everything. “Just tell me your name, kid.”
“I think I’ve said too much.”
“Come on kid, give me some credit.”
“Tell me where my brother is then and only then I’ll tell you my name.”
I liked this kid already. “Negotiating already? Fare enough. Your brother is being questioned by my brother. Let’s hope he’s doing a better job than you are at keeping information from us. My side of the deal is complete. So what’s your name kid?”
“Ángel Jetter or just Ángel.”
I smirked, “Well, just Ángel welcome to my home, we’re going to get on splendidly, you and me.”
“Whatever makes you think we are?”
“Were the same you and me, we both hide darkness within us. I’ll make you the man you want to be.”
“I’m already that man, even if I’m only sixteen.”
“I’ll bring it out even more. I promise you.”

Dominique

I can’t believe that little shit Jetter got away. He’s some slippery fucker that one, especially after his confession. Luis is pale as fuck and has death in his eyes and I know one thing for certain Danon Jetter will die a slow and painful death.
We’re all sitting in the large meeting room. There’s over twenty of us in here waiting for word from our trackers to come back and hopefully we’ll have some very positive news about the helicopter that Danon better made his getaway in so we can search for the little fucker and end his life just as we ended his father’s.
The door flies open and my top trackers swing in without a care in the fucking world the door slamming behind them.
“Come in as yourselves.”
“Sorry Boss.”
“Have you got anything for us Zacharie?”
He nods, placing the laptop down. “I know it isn’t boss but this is what we were able to pick up.”
Sévère opens the laptop clicking away bringing up the footage from the day all went to shit.
We watch in amazement as Jetter sneaks out the back of the building where they had my queen. Rage is building inside me how did the fucker get out and slip my men?
He makes a run for it about ten-twenty feet away from the building wind builds up and his hair is a fucking mess and his face is G forced. We know from experience that there is a helicopter close by. Then we spot a rope laser which he latches onto before the helicopter pulls up as he climbs up the ladder. “Who is flying the damn helicopter?”
“One of his fathers most trusted pilots.”
I nod sly fucktard. “Is there anyone else in the helicopter?”
“Yes boss.” He clicks a few buttons to zoom in. “There’s a young male sitting next to the pilot.”
“Have you managed to identify the male sitting next to the pilot?”
“We have, boss. He’s Danon Jetter’s younger brother Ángel, boss.”
“So he called for a quick escape. He must’ve known What was going to happen if they kidnapped my queen. The little fucker.” I snapped banging my fists on the table. The little fucker had left his friends to deal with the wrath of the secret he’d exposed to Luis about that sick fuck. “ Did you manage to find the helicopter after it went off the grid?”
“Jetter thought of everything to save him from other Mafias and Cartels. Unfortunately for him we had just the right equipment to find the ghost. But we have some bad news on that front too, boss.”
“ Things can’t possibly get any worse.”
“We tracked it to the border boss, but after that it ghosted again. We’re not even sure if it got to the destination it was heading to. It was there one minute and gone the next.”


Sévère taps so fast I get a headache. He brings up the helicopter near the border of France. “This is where we lost it, boss. It just went off the grid.”


Sure enough it flies over the border and puff it’s no longer. “FUCK!” I looked at my best two trackers. “So assuming the footage is accurate they either hit bad turbulence and crashed or got shot down somewhere past the border, correct?”




“Correct boss.”


“I’m sorry I need to get some air.” Luis said, standing up abruptly.
“Granted.”


He nodded and quickly left the room. Fuck he’s been throguh so much and given information in somthng he, his father nor any of us knew about. He had a stepbrother from that monster Jetter. I don’t know if he’ll ever be the same again.


He closed the door behind him and I looked back at my top two trackers.
“I want you to find my land and sea guy Adrien. I need him to map out where the hell the helicopter is and what the hell happened to the pilots and its two passengers?”






“Yes boss.” He said, closing the laptop.


“I want every fucking one of you on this I want that little fucker found and brought back to me I want to put a bullet through his head and put him in a coffin.”




“Boss.”


“This meeting is now over.”


“He needs time to come to terms with everything, Marcello. It’s a lot for a young man. He’s got a lot on his shoulders right now.”


“We all have Dominique. I just don’t know what to do any more, I’ve given him time I know they say time heals. But does it truly heal a tainted heart?”


“I can’t answer that, my friend. But he will come around just to give him time. It’s a whole lot of unexpected shit to swallow.”






“I know.” He sighed, defeated. I haven’t seen Marcello like this in a very long time. He had to get his shit sorted out and fast for Luis’ sake when his wife, Luis’ mother was murdered in cold blood.


“He’ll get there in the end Marcello if time doesn’t heal then revenge will.”




“I sure hope so for Luis sake.”




“Me too.”
We strode out of the meeting room. I closed and locked the door before we both walked away.