Free Shattered Pieces (Undercover Elite Book 1) by Suzanne Steele, Stormy Dawn Weathers

me now.”
    “Please let me come. Fuck, I’m going to explode.”
    “Give it to me, girl. I want to watch that beautiful face of yours in ecstasy.”
    My pussy locks around his throbbing cock as we both go over the edge together. He lies down beside me and strokes the hair from my face as he speaks.
    “I miss you.”
    “I miss you too, baby. Let’s get done with this job and go back home so we can be together.”
    I am doing something I have never been able to do up until now. I am bonding with the man who had taken me captive for the sole purpose of saving me from myself.

Chapter Eleven
    Johnnie
    I wake up the next morning with thoughts of Cash and him sneaking in my window the night before on my mind. One thing’s for sure, he’s damn good at his job. I was starting to wonder if he was even in Guatemala. His movements were so stealth, I hadn’t even been sure of his presence until last night.
    I jump up from the bed and make my way into the shower. I have plans to go to the mercado with Marisol this morning. I quickly finish and get out, throw on jeans and a t-shirt, and leave my curly blonde hair wet with just mousse to tame it. I purposely avoid putting on make-up. I’m going to draw enough attention with my light features and I don’t want to make it worse and risk attracting the wrong kind.
    Marisol’s knock on the door informs me that I’m ready right on time. I go to open the door, unsurprised to find it locked from the night before. Cash thought of everything; he always does. The thought brings another smile to my face. Yes, I am definitely bonding with the crazy son of a bitch.
    As we leave the house to go into the city of Antigua, I note that it doesn’t have the atmosphere of a city at all. It’s more like a small town or a pueblo. I take in everything, trying to absorb all of the details. I want to experience not only the sights and sounds, but the smells and the energy of it all too. We finally enter into the mercado, the market. It is a lot like a large flea market in the states but with much more color and flair. ‘Los Indigos,’ an Indian tribe from the mountain region, has set up with verduras y las frutas (vegetables and fruits). Things are not set on tables, but rather in baskets and on blankets that have been spread out on the ground. Women carry babies on their backs tied in brightly colored tapestries. Children run, weaving in and out of the crowds, with no fear of traffic or human predators. I push thoughts of my own troubled childhood from my mind. There seems to be unity here, a common purpose to love and care for all children. It reminds me the proverb, “It takes a village to raise a child.” That is definitely the case here in Antigua.
    I am jolted from my observations when a little boy runs into me yelling, “Rubia, hola. ¿ Cómo se llama?” He smiles, asking me my name.
    I answer him with a question of my own, knowing he would continue calling me Rubia, the nickname in Spanish for blondie, regardless of whether he knows my name or not. “What is your name, little boy?”
    The little boy stands straight, trying to make himself appear taller. “Mi nombre is Juan.”
    “Mucho gusto, Juan.”
    “Mucho gusto,” he returns and as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. I rejoin Marisol as she shops through the trinkets at a nearby stand.
    “Well, I can’t lose you,” Marisol chuckles, “you stick out like a sore thumb here, Juanita.”
    We enter a covered area with set up booths and tables that have ropa (clothes), zapatos (shoes), y joyas (jewelry). 
    “Adelante, come in, come in.” Cries seem to call out from every booth. It is all about making money on market day. In this part of the world, this is their livelihood, their bread and butter. I enter into a booth with brightly colored clothing. There’s a dress that’s hanging high above us that has caught my eye. It’s red with bright flowers all over it. It’s very tropical and reminds me of the area in San Juan