Undercover - Chapter 22

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 22: The Secret of Floresville

From cop to stripper to accountant to... damn mover.

Name a more unexpected career’s path!

The last few months had thrown me for a loop.

When I applied for the undercover mission, I expected big guns, threatening thugs, and bloody gangs’ fights…

And look where I ended.

Driving a generic white van, I was asked to move countless (suspicious black) bags from warehouses in Floresville to similar creepy warehouses in a small port south down the coast.

Riveting task…

Sometimes, the deliveries were to be made in person to hooded guys who were then taking the bags God knows where, but most of the time, it was just about moving them from one place to the other.

Brosky gave the orders, and as mentioned, I was just supposed to follow them. Blindly.

But I was not alone.

Every day I was paired with a different partner, - always someone new -, basically to keep each other in check.

All the vans were equipped with cameras anyway.

We could not deviate from the protocol.

I had no idea what was in the bags except that the shit was heavy as fuck. Whether it was drugs or piles of cash, there was a lot of it inside.

Obviously, I never asked any questions.

On my first day, I was paired with Sam.

I felt for him.

The kid was barely 19 years old, had an angel face with short chestnut hair and green eyes, but he was already involved in this bullshit.

He looked like a fashion model and he seemed really out of place amongst the goons I usually saw around Kravchenko.

He should have been in college or better, making millions showing his body on Instagram and Tiktok.

Instead, he was sitting in the passenger seat, what a waste.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him as I drove.

The six bags we were transporting were hidden in the back of van.

It was a three-hour drive, but it could take longer since we had to dodge every potential police car.

We mostly drove in the countryside and on remote paths.

It was the job of someone else on the team to make sure the road was clear. We had our information through walkies.

It was a way to ensure that the products would not be found out and seized but the drivers were the ones taking the biggest risks there.

If we got caught, we were finished.

Of course, I was fine, the police knew what I was doing, but someone like Sam, he could really lose it all.

“I need the money, that’s it… Why else would I do that?” Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Couldn’t you find a better job?”

“As if it was that easy. You must know how it is. I mean, you’re driving this van… Aren’t you?”

I smiled.

“That’s fair. But I made many bad choices in my life, you seem too young to be here.”

“I’m an adult.”

“Barely.”

He pulled out a cigarette, as if he was trying to prove something.

“You don’t mind?” He asked.

“Nah… Go ahead, smoke. I don’t approve though.”

He chuckled.

“Goodness, Daddy, stop it! You’re what, like only six years older than me?”

“Something like that.”

“See, you couldn’t be my dad. You can keep your moral lessons to yourself.”

He opened the window to smoke.

It was very hot outside but the air conditioning barely worked in the van so I did not mind.

“You’re right. I don’t have any lesson to teach anyway… Look where I am. Having to deal with a teenager who thinks he’s a gangster.”

“It’s only a one-week mission. And it’s very well paid.”

“There’s a reason for that. If we get caught, we’re going to prison, not them.” I told him seriously.

This statement was actually not true for me but, for some reason, it felt important that Sam understood the risks he was personally taking.

If I were to report him, he was doomed.

Believe me, I did not want to have to rat on that poor (pretty) guy.

I was glad that I did not know the routes we would take beforehand, otherwise I might have been obligated to tell the police.

Since I only had information when I arrived on site and since we were being filmed in the van, there was nothing I could do.

In all fairness, I did not try much.

The P.D. very happy with my progress and the way I had infiltrated the operation, so, for the most part, they let me handle things my way for this part.

My official assignment from Peter was to do exactly as Brosky asked until I discovered something sufficiently concrete and important to warrant the arrest of the entire gang, starting with the leaders. 

Honestly, I hoped I would not find that piece of evidence too soon because then, I would really have to face my dilemma.

To betray the police or to betray Artem, that was the question.

“I need the money, I don’t have a criminal record and I don’t know what the fuck is in those bags, so I don’t think I’d go to prison. I don’t have anywhere else to be anyway.” Sam explained.

“Okay, okay. You do you, I’ll shut up.”

He threw his cigarette through the window. It was not even halfway done.

“What do you think it is though?” He asked after a little while.

“What?”

“In the bags, man. You must be wondering! About a hundred of them total spread out in these warehouses.”

“No fucking idea.”

“Guns? Drugs?”

“Maybe a whole lot of money.” I suggested.

“Maybe… But those things are heavy. Almost seems like there’s another plastic box inside the black bag. A cooler or something.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that too, but that’s not any of our business.”

I had to remain careful at all times, this could be a test.

“Sure… I… I don’t really care either.” Sam immediately said, probably worrying about the exact same thing.

See, that was the whole perk of having us do that in pairs with strangers.

We could not trust each other and therefore, we followed the protocol to the letter.

Besides, in the off chance that two partners would decide to betray the boss and steal some of the goods, the cameras were recording everything.

Going after Kravchenko would mean being immediately found out and most likely, to be dead within the day.

Artem was right, his father’s system was pretty genius and bulletproof.

That being said, I was an undercover cop driving one of his vans so, there were still a few things falling through the crack.

After that aborted conversation, Sam got much quieter and I shut up as well.

We only started talking again once we had left our cargo at the port.

Without the damn bags in the van, the return to Floresville was more relaxed.

“Looks like we didn’t get caught today.” I mentioned.

“Yes, only six more days and I’ll be rich!”

“What are you gonna do with that money?”

Sam did not seem very enthusiast when he answered.

“Pay the friend who I’m crashing at… I owe him some rents.”

“Big dreams.”

I teased him.

“My parents kicked me out.”

“I see. You were too much of a pain in the ass for them with the drug deals and other illegal bullshit?”

“Nah… I was just too gay for them.”

I almost crashed the van into the car in front of us. We were back in San Antonio.

I was not expecting this and it really startled me.

More than it should have.

“Fuck!” I shouted.

“Wow, man! Be careful! Are you trying to kills us both or what?”

“Sorry… I…”

“Are you so homophobic that you wanted to crash the van? I thought you were chill.”

“I’m not a homophobe, I… I was just… This is very sad actually. What happened to you. I’m really sorry about that.”

Sam gave me a faint smile.

“I’m better off without those pricks anyway, it’s fine. I simply need to find some ways to get by until I’m back on my feet. It’s either this or whoring myself out.”

He would certainly make a lot of money as a whore I thought.

My dick twitched at the thought.

“Do you know about the Rainbow club?”

“I hate gay clubs.”

“You could work there, they’re looking for a new guy.”

“How do you know?”

I smirked.

“I was a stripper there. Not so long ago.”

He laughed.

“Oh… Well, that’s not too surprising when I think about it.”

He bit his lips and I wondered if he was going to start hitting on me.

He was definitely staring at me in a very telling way.

Now that I knew that he was gay, I rethought about the times he had been checking my bulge during the day. The dude was into me, for sure!

He did not flirt and neither did I.

Not the time nor the place… And let me remind you, I had a boyfriend that I loved very much.

We arrived at the destination where we were supposed to park the van and part ways.

“See you… Never?” He spoke with a cheeky smirk.

“Yes, hopefully, we won’t see each other again, that’d mean you’ll have made better choices.”

“Maybe…”

We shook hands and went on our separate ways.

My first day as a mover had gone pretty smoothly in the end.

*

The silver lining of this new mission was that it gave me more time to be with Artem.

Not knowing what the future held, I clung to these moments with him.

I know, right, when had I become such a romantic?

To be fair, I remained a sex freak first and foremost. No need to worry, I had not turned into a vanilla kind of dude.

Artem and I knew each other’s turn-ons very well at this point and we were making the best of it.

In the weeks prior, I had learned more about what I liked when sleeping with another man, - it was quite different from what I enjoyed with girls -, and how to let go of my own boundaries.

We had started off strong but, amazingly, we kept finding brand-new ways to make each other cum.

I was much more open and Artem could feel it.

That night, he tried something new and shoved a few fingers up my virgin furry ass.

It was a strange feeling, but I liked it… Very much so.

He stroked my big fat cock and sucked me off, - the usual -, he then licked and thoroughly ate my asshole, - nothing really new there -, until he started rubbing his wet fingers against my anal ring.

“May I?” He asked politely.

He was honestly so damn cute and sexy at the same time.

“You can do whatever you want with me.” I whispered.

Artem smiled.

The truth was, I had been waiting for having my asshole played with for a little while.

It seemed to feel so good for Artem when I was drilling his hole, why not try a little friction myself?

Taking an actual dick seemed like a too big of a step to take, but one or a couple fingers in… Where was the harm?

Artem spat on his fingers and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He rubbed his hands together.

His fingers were slick and warm, and he pressed them against my tight hole, the sensation making me gasp.

He rubbed the tip in slow circles, teasing me, making me want more.

And then… He went straight in.

A couple fingers on the first go!

I mean, he had been getting my hole wet for about ten minutes before that… I was more than ready.

The fingers were thick and felt good inside me. They pressed into my prostate, or at the very least, a spot I thought was my prostate and it made me moan hard.

“Ahh… Fuck… Oh God…”

“Relax, baby… Relax, you need to open yourself up.”

“I am. Dang! I actually am… You’re inside me, Art! You’re stretching me up!”

I was bent over, my briefs around my ankles and my ass in the air.

Artem’s hand was warm and firm, his fingers pushing in and out of my ass with a rhythm that matched the pounding music that was playing in the penthouse.

“And how do you feel about that? My fingers twitching inside you?”

Fuck, I could feel them moving inside.

It was insane.

“I… Hmmm… I love it, babe… I think I love it.”

“I know you do.”

I could not take my eyes off the mirror in the room. It reflected our bodies, twisted and writhing, and it was fucking hot.

I watched as Artem’s fingers disappeared inside me, as his other hand gripped my hip, as his eyes met mine in the reflection.

He was manly, he felt dangerous, and I loved it. I turned around, we kept playing.

I leaned over and impaled more of myself on his skilled fingers.

My mouth found Artem’s, and I kissed him hard, my tongue pushing past his lips, tasting the sweetness of his mouth.

He responded with equal fervor, his fingers still teasing my ass, his other hand gripping my hip tightly.

I was his.

I felt his cock, hard and thick rubbing against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it.

He groaned into my mouth, his fingers pressing deeper into my ass, and I could feel the wetness from his saliva, his precum and my own arousal.

I pulled back from the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and looked at him.

"Art… You… You’re driving me crazy.”

“Ry, I love you.”

We made out some more.

I could feel his fingers moving inside me, his thumb was now pressing against my prostate for sure.

“Aaaah… Fuuuuck…”

So that was what an anal orgasm could feel like?!

Damn! How much had I missed being straight?!

He moved faster, his fingers sliding in and out of my ass, the wet sound of the friction filling my ears.

He was a man on a mission, and I was the freaking mission.

He spat on his cock and rubbed it against my ass, the sensation making me gasp. He was so close…

I wanted it but I was not ready. Not just yet.

“I can make you cum, baby.” He muttered in my ear.

“Please… Do… Now!”

“With my fingers?”

“Yes!”

He grinned.

Artem pushed his two fingers very deep inside me, reaching a spot he had not felt yet, and that I had, for sure, never tickled in my entire life.

It was like I was seeing the Light for the first time.

Immediately, ropes of cum flew from my dick.

I came all over my chest but I also painted some of the parts of the walls.

Artem gave me a facial only a few seconds later. I was drenched with spunk.

He licked my cheeks, lips, and my abdomen to eat the two portions of jizz. His and Mine.

We were one anyway.

That evening, I nutted before he could fuck my ass but, for sure, it was only a matter of time before I would lose my virginity for my real.

This experience had been too good to ignore.

Later on in the night, I banged and bred him, and right before I had to return to Floresville the next morning, we jerked each off in the bed while playing with our respective nipples.

If this is not love, I do not know what is.

*

On Saturday, I was paired with Jerome, he was part of Brosky’s family, - maybe his actual nephew -, and I was not a fan of the way he was talking to me as if I was his employee or something.

It was a pretty bad day.

We had to go in circles in the countryside for hours until it was safe for us to reach the rendezvous point and deliver the cargo. It took us more than six hours. Ridiculous.

On Sunday, I was paired with a guy I never learned the name of but who was pretty chill.

He was an older man and he asked for us to listen to 80’s tunes while we were driving to the coast.

It was almost enjoyable.

Besides, we went to the movies with Artem later that night and it was amazing to feel like we were normal.

This casual evening (followed by more hard sex) remained one of my fondest memories.

He also blew me in the theatre and I came in the popcorn bucket, making the whole thing even better!

On Monday, I was not asked to do any more delivery.

There was an issue in Floresville and we had to remain discreet.

I did not get any information from the P.D. as to what was happening and why Andriy Kravchenko was so worried.

Everyone was keeping me in the dark.

I could not complain, I was keeping my own secrets.

On Tuesday, I was paired with the intimidating bald guy I had already seen many times before.

I was convinced that he was too important for this type of tedious labor but apparently, he was not.

Although, I suspected for the bags to contain something extra precious that day, because we were even more careful on the road and my partner was sitting in the van, a riffle on his legs, ready to shoot if anything were to happen.

Definitely less of a chill vibe!

Later that day, when we ate dinner with Artem, he told me that we would be leaving the country the following week.

I say “we” because it was now confirmed I would be on that plane. Wait... Would I be?

“Leaving where exactly?”

“Guadalajara with my father. He’s wrapping things up here, we’ll take a couple of months to breathe in Mexico and then, we’ll return to the U.S., go to Miami.”

“But why do we have to leave so quickly?”

“Things are getting difficult. I can tell my father is nervous which is very unlike him. It’s not only the cops. The Red Tigers are getting a bit too comfortable, they can feel that we’re in a hurry and they’ll use the first mistake we make to gain some money or some control.”

“Aren’t they supposed to be low street dealers? Are they really a problem?”

“They are. Clearly, they’re nowhere near our organization but they’re reckless and they can sense an opportunity. Any serious drug dealer would not dare attacking my father, but these guys might be foolish enough to try.”

“I see…”

Artem was worried.

“You’re still wanna come with me, right? To Mexico, I mean.”

I nodded yes.

“Of course, babe. I’ll follow wherever, I told you.”

At this stage, the noose was tightening around me.

I had to make a decision.

Always the same damn question.

Who should I betray? My boyfriend or the police?

While I was working for the Kravchenkos, I kept sending precise reports to Peter but I had less and less things to say because the days of being a mover were getting quite similar.

I did not learn anything new.

Besides, did I still want to send the reports?

I could just go to Mexico and change my allegiance for good…

Incidentally, I did not share any specific information about the departure’s plan to the Police Department.

I was pretty thorough on the Floresville’s activities but I did not mention that they were considering leaving the country this soon.

Maybe I had already made my choice?

On Wednesday, Artem showed me the plane tickets for Guadalajara, booked for the following Tuesday.

I felt weird seeing my name next to Andriy Kravchenko.

I fucked Artem and it made me feel better.

You see, the more stressed we were, the more we needed to release the pressure.

On Thursday, it was the last day of my mission, the last ride with the heavy bags I had learned to hate.

The P.D. started putting some more pressure on my shoulders in the morning.

Peter did not want me to take any risk but Tunegard had turned impatient.

I needed to bring them concrete evidence, everybody could tell that this was now or never.

If they did not act now, maybe they could never catch Kravchenko.

I could not bury my head in the sand much longer…

I had to make a choice and stick to it.

My duty or Artem? Justice or Artem? My career or Artem? My loyalty for the police or Artem?

Fuck…

In each scenario, Artem seemed to always be winning.

“Old wise man is here again!” I heard a voice behind me.

Sam.

He was my last partner for the quote-on-quote “moving”.

I smiled.

“And you’re still here…”

“Yeap. Last day of work though. Pay day too!” The young thug said, excited.

“Yes. Finally…”

Someone called us out.

“Come on guys, we have more bags to carry! Bring your asses here!”

It was Jansen. I had finally learned the name of the threatening guy with the tattoo on his neck.

Jansen was the dude who had taken Amelia Bryant’s corpse out of Andriy’s mansion a couple weeks prior.

By the way, if you were wondering, I had not had a single direct contact with Andriy since that fateful dinner. I was only talking to his goons.

The next time I would see him was deemed to happen in the plane to Mexico.

Again, I felt dizzy at the thought…

Could I really betray Peter and the P.D. to have freaking Andriy Kravchenko as a step-father?

“You’re good, man? You seem jumpy.” Sam told me with a cheeky smile.

“I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

I tried to keep my nerves in check as I got behind the wheel.

The drive was pretty usual until everything broke loose.

I was in for another loop.

“You know, I’ve been seeing a lot of you.” Sam told me as we were stopped at a red light in the middle of nowhere.

We had to deviate from the main road once again.

I chuckled nervously, immediately thinking about the worst.

What did model face know about me?

“Really? How so?”

“Since you told me you used to strip at the Rainbow Club, I had to take a look. I saw some clips; you do have some moves.”

He imitated a blowjob.

Phew!

He was only teasing me!

“What can I say? I know how to shimmer my body around.”

Sam put his hand on my thigh.

That surprised me.

“I’ve also come to understand you were quite open-minded. Here I was, thinking you were straight and I had no shot last time we saw each other.”

I smiled awkwardly.

Now, there was no doubt, he was actually hitting on me.

“I have a boyfriend, dude.”

It was the first time I was saying these words out loud but it felt very natural.

“Oh… Shit. All the hot ones are taken!”

I laughed.

“Sorry, Sam. But have you taken a look at yourself? I don’t think it’d be very difficult for you to find someone.”

“You’d be surprised, but I do appreciate your …”

Sam would never finish this sentence.

A bullet went through the driver's side window, shattered it, passed right by me, and ended up in Samuel's skull.

His brain exploded all over me.

Literally.

One second, Sam was smiling at me, looking gorgeous as he tried to seduce me… The next, his blood was all over my face and his head had been smashed. Unrecognizable.

But fuck, there were more shots fired outside!

The back window was shattered as well as one of the tires. I could no longer start the engine.

I was stuck there.

I looked on my left side, guys with red bandanas were running towards the van, holding riffles.

I saw three of them but maybe there were more of them.

They looked fairly young too…

There they were: the gangsters with the big guns!

Was it really the situation I was hoping to be in most of my life? To feel the damn thrill?!

How stupid was I?!

There were more shots behind me.

I crumbled like a scared child and I hid as much as I could between the front seats.

The back of the van was forced opened; the guys stole the bags. There were seven or eight, I could not remember exactly.

I cried. Like a little girl, I cried my balls out.

Sam was dead, right above me, and I was using his body as a bullet vest.

He was only nineteen for God’s sake!

It all happened very quickly, probably in less than three minutes, but it felt like it lasted for hours, like I was living the scene in slow-motion.

It took me a while before realizing that the assailants were gone.

I got out of the car, shaking from head to toes, and I realized that it was not only Sam’s blood dripping on me.

I had been hit as well.

I was in a too greater shock to feel the pain but I had a bullet in my right hip.

I could not walk, I let myself fall on the ground.

Fucking hell, I was about to die there, on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere.

It was a sunny day, at the very least, the sky looked beautiful.

There was one of those freaking black bags right next to me. It was semi-opened.

I almost went into hysterical laughter when I understood that Sam had been right.

There was an actual cooler inside. A blue one, the type you would use to go on a camping trip.

How ludicrous was that?

We were moving camping equipment!

I had the craziest thought, thinking of ice creams and diet cokes. Was it the reason why Sam had been murdered? To steal yummy treats?

Surely not.

I reached to the cooler and I opened it. Despite everything, I was curious.

The bullet had not killed me. Not yet.

What I saw inside the box almost broke me though.

At first, I thought it was raw meat but then… I saw them. The organs. Livers. Kidneys. Spleens. All trapped in mountains of ice.

“Ah.”

I gasped. Disgusted.

The memory came back straight away.

After he had shot Amelia, Andriy telling Jansen:

“She’s still warm, you know what to do.”

That was what they were doing in Floresville! Harvesting and trafficking human organs.

How vile!

I am not sure how I would have reacted if I had gotten any time to process the news.

I did not have that time.

Two black vans stopped right where I was. Hooded men came out from them. They ran towards me, grabbed the cooler and then grabbed me.

I was taken.