Sacha lay in a shitty bed in the middle of a shithole in New Delhi, India. She felt like hell. She was thin, battered still, but at least the bullet that had hit her side had gone right through the skin and not needed anything more than some stitches. She had waited until she was able to get into India and one of the clean clinics in town. She didn’t even know what day it was until she finally got through the clinic, cleaned up a little, and into a spare room some locals rented out to her. Thank God she wore that military watch and the stupid gold ankle bracelet under her garments. She’d sold them all for cash, along with one of the guns and bullets she had too. They were U.S. issued and worth a lot of money on the streets in Balochistan before she headed into Pakistan and then caught a ride into New Delhi. She didn’t trust anyone and traveled on foot or stole vehicles when she could. She was surprised at her capabilities, but fear was a powerful motivator indeed.
She wouldn’t head to the U.S. embassy because she didn’t trust anyone. Someone had set them up and could be watching, just waiting to pick her off, especially since she was the sole survivor from the mission and she had the copies of the thumb drives and microchips. She’d watched Charro die right next to her, and she could have been killed too.
She was pissed. She had so much time to think things through and realized that, perhaps, the snitch wasn’t someone who was on the mission but someone who knew they were there in Kabul and ready to get evidence on Black Out and their terrorist operations. Could that small cell not be as small as the government thought? Why would someone in the U.S. not want to destroy such an organization? Her mind went over everything, and she figured it was better to be safe than sorry and not trust anyone. But she needed out of the Middle East. She needed to be on U.S. soil. Besides, she had the microchips, the thumb drives, and the other shit in this envelope that was encoded, whatever it was.
When she racked her brain trying to figure out whom to trust and who she didn’t want to place in any danger, she came up short. The only people she trusted at the moment were her brother and father. Her dad was retired and older. He didn’t need this kind of aggravation. Her brother, Franco, was still active duty, but she didn’t want him involved. He could lose his position in the military or get killed trying to help her. But she really didn’t have much of a choice. She was running out of money and had only about a week’s worth of dough left. She needed out of here, and the only one who could help her was her brother. He could get fake passports, money, and get her a ride home.
She had made the call over a week ago and made him promise to not come here himself, especially because he had his own mission to go on. She didn’t want any red flags raised or for anyone in the government to know she was back. Now all she could do was wait to see whom he sent to get her then pray that they made it out of here alive and that she had enough physical strength to get through the trek and finally make it home. Whoever was coming, she prayed they got here soon. She was tired of feeling scared.
* * * *
Damien placed the phone on speaker. His brothers, Elwood and Toro, gathered around him in their home office in Wellington. They were getting ready to head out to Crossroads for a few drinks with their friends.
“Holy shit, Franco. She’s the only one alive?” he asked as Franco explained about the call from his sister, Sacha. A month ago they had found out that Charro, a very good friend of theirs, had been killed while on a mission. They had spoken to him only days earlier about him coming back home.
“Yes. The others are dead. Sacha is the only one who survived somehow. I couldn’t get the details because time is limited and I’m shipping off to Iraq in about two hours. I need your help. No one can know where you’re going or that you have Sacha.”
Damien and his brothers listened as Franco explained about a snitch on the inside and setting them up. “Sacha explained briefly about not trusting anyone, not even her commanders. She also said going home, heading toward our father’s, could be dangerous.”
Damien knew she would need help getting into the States and would need fake I.D. and a passport.
“She should stay here with us, in Wellington. We have the cabin in the woods, which is secure, and have a high-tech security system in place. We can provide her with whatever she needs here.” Elwood said, adding to the conversation.
“I was hoping that you would offer. I won’t be back for four weeks, and my dad has respected Sacha’s wishes for him to stay put and not show a change in his routine, just in case someone is watching.”
“Jesus, your old man must be pissed,” Toro said.
“He’s relieved that she’s alive. That’s what we’re focused on. You should know that she’s injured. She didn’t say how badly, but I heard the strain in her voice. She’s been on the run, hiding, surviving for over a month’s time. I know you guys, just like I do, have experience with coping after such an ordeal. She’s stubborn.”
“Like another Marine we know,” Damien said, glancing at Toro.
“Yeah, well, she’s extra stubborn and always having something to prove. She won’t trust you. She may even think of leaving there because she wouldn’t want to place you guys in danger, and I didn’t exactly tell her that you guys were coming for her. The conversation was quick. God knows, when Sacha gets something in her head, there’s no changing her mind about it. So this is what I think will work, if you can be prepared to head out ASAP.”
Two hours later, Damien and his men were on route across the country, heading to the Middle East. He hoped they all got out of there alive.
That kiss grew deep and wild in no time. He let her roll him to his back as their lips parted, and she sat above him, straddling his waist.
“Help me forget. Help me, Toro.” She lifted the hem of her tank top up over her head and tossed it to the side.
He cupped her breasts, feeling how large and firm they were as he held her gaze.
“Are you sure, Sacha?” he asked her.
“Yes. Please. I want you. I want to. I’m safe.” She leaned down closer. He suckled her breast into his mouth and tugged on her nipple. Behind her, the bed dipped, and he saw Damien lean over her and kiss her neck.
“Sacha?” Damien said her name, and she looked at him.
“Please, Damien, Elwood, I want this. I need this, to feel connected, lost in your bodies and in your embraces. Please make love to me.” The tears spilled from her eyes, and Toro cupped her cheek and wiped them away.
“We want you too. This is right. We need this as well,” he told her, and she leaned down to kiss his lips, and he rolled her to her back.
He sat up, and he cupped her breasts.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Toro said to her, and then he lifted up, stood at the edge of the bed, and shoved his boxers off.
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of his cock and he hoped she was impressed. He reached for her pajama pants and pulled them down. She watched as his eyes absorbed her bruised skin and injuries first then her luscious breasts before her well-shaven pussy. He licked his lips.
“Damn, woman, you’re wet and ready.”
He spread her thighs and lowered between them, licking her cunt and shoving his tongue into her deeply.
She grabbed his hair, tilted her head back, and moaned as he ate at her cream. He felt the bed dip on either side of her, and one glance upward and he saw his brothers. They were feasting on her breasts, raising her arms above her head.
“Oh God, Toro. Toro, what are you doing?” she asked as he stroked his tongue from pussy to anus back and forth.
“Getting you ready.”
“I’m more than ready. Oh!” She gasped.
Damien and Elwood tugged hard on her nipples.
“You’re gorgeous, baby. Your body is perfect,” Damien told her and then leaned up and kissed her deeply. She moaned and tilted her hips upward.
Toro pulled his mouth from her cunt and then pressed a finger up into her. She gasped and thrust, and he stroked in and out of her pussy before wiping the cream over her anus.
“Oh!” she cried out and exploded just as he pressed a wet digit over her lubricated anus. He slid his finger in, and she continued to shake from her orgasm.
“Holy shit, I think Sacha likes a finger in her ass,” Elwood said.
“And one in her wet pussy,” Damien said.
“Please, please, Toro.” She begged for his cock, and it fed Toro’s ego.
“I’m coming in, sweetness. Just exploring this body and what’s mine.”
He pulled his fingers from her cunt and then aligned his cock with her pussy.
“Here I come, honey. Relax those muscles and let me in.”
He felt her tense and then relax as soon as the tip of his cock began to penetrate her pussy.
He nudged in over and over until he was inching deeper and deeper.
“Toro! Toro,” she exclaimed, and he shoved all the way into her as his brothers released her arms and she hugged him tight.
He began to rock his hips as he kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her lips again. She ran her fingers along his back muscles and then to his shoulders while counter thrusting against him.