What an asshole! Did he think he was the only prick who did his homework? Why had Daddy spent all that money on his education? So he could be out-played by some special agent? Some asshole who couldn’t keep it in his pants?
Gomez had done his research. He’d had Carter looked into. His strengths, his weaknesses. His wants and desires.
No surprise .. looking at him .. the women went for him. A few from his past had taken the money and spilled the beans.
No fuck-‘em-and-leave-‘em guy. Nick Carter cared. He’d looked after them. No one-night-stand jock .. not Nick Carter. He looked after his girls. Concerned for them.
AND, dickhead .. young Gomez sneered into Carter’s futile anger filling his screen .. THAT was what made you weak. Vulnerable.
Was it only a few hours ago she had been giggling in Nick’s ear? His flickering tongue tickling lightly at an aroused nub. Only an hour’s ride away when they’d been rocked by the gentle sway of the ocean as his fingers had playfully stepped up her inner thigh and had her talking dirty to him? Looking forward to another kind of ride?
Nick clenched his fist when some goon tore Maria’s shirt open down from the neck. In one ripping motion. Pushing the material back over her shoulders. Baring her breasts.
Her head had gone back. Looking up at the gloom of the ceiling .. as if that would make it all go away.
“Gomez. Don’t mess with me.”
Nick growled into the camera.
“Not messing with you, Carter.”
Gomez stood to one side of the trembling Maria. Not even bothering to admire her beautiful torso laid open for him.
“Messing with HER.”
He grinned through the monitor at Nick.
“But .. you know what to do about it. Don’t you?”
Betray the depth of Nick’s investigation into the Gomez clan. What had been discovered. Who owned whom. How far up in government did the protection go. In other words, destroy months of work. Let the clan get off scott-free. Go on destroying lives. That was what Gomez thought Nick could do about this mess. Everything wasted. THAT .. or watch Maria’s pain. Give up everything. Or Maria got it. Unless Nick came up with some bright idea.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, Gomez? Get the fuck down here. Let’s sort this out man-to-man.”
Gomez nodded at the goon who’d stripped Maria. Nick froze. It was starting.
“But take your time, if you want Carter …..”
At least, Maria was left some shred of dignity in front of all these guffawing apes.
“Sit back and enjoy the show …..”
Gomez wasn’t even joining in the show himself. His gaze was all on Nick Carter’s dilemma.
The shirt hadn’t ripped all the way down. Maria’s raised arms still kept some of herself covered up. Even if only just ……
“What’s the hurry, Carter? We’ll get to you soon enough …..”
But young Gomez was going for the softer target first ……..