A/N - I'll be honest, the last chapter had a plot, or so I hope that's what you thought. This chapter? It's a lot smuttier than the last one as Nick has a LOT of fun with his girls. To prevent the sex getting too stale and repetitive, I hope you'll find the other five girls unique. And in addition to all that, I've tried to keep the plot moving forward. This will be the second and last chapter with these six lovers. I had originally only planned for one chapter per location per lover, but this journey to Brazil took on a life of its own!
Previous chapters found in the following:
Chapter 1-10: Incest/Taboo
Chapter 11, 13-15: Erotic Coupling
Chapter 12: Interracial Love
Chapter 16: Mature
Chapter 17: First Time
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We were two streets back from the entrance to the
favela
. Joao had binoculars, watching and waiting. Up this close, I was amazed at how large it was. I'd seen them from a distance, but this close up, it must have been full of thousands of people. If my mind hadn't been solely focused on taking out the kingpin, I'd have given all those people a thought, left wondering how they survived on a daily basis. But I couldn't afford that. My sole focus was making it to the top and taking out the fuckwit in charge.
And I knew he was only the first. Once we did this, it was going to get very fucking ugly.
Marcos was on the phone to Tony about cutting the power. The man had friends in the right places. Far as I knew, he never used that sort of power to his own advantage, but there was a first time for everything. I glanced at Marcos and nodded. He gave the word to Tony.
"Two minutes," Marcos whispered.
We moved silently towards the entrance to the
favela
. There were men milling about. Half of them had weapons. Those carrying MP5s made sure they had suppressors. Not entirely silent like you see in movies, but it wouldn't attract attention from those further inside. Soon as the lights went out, we lowered our night vision goggles and gunfire erupted. The rest of us moved quickly but silently, taking out the guards, ensuring they were tied up and kept quiet.
Splitting into two teams of three, we heard generators start up to provide some power to the small houses we passed, but the narrow alleys remained dark. Those who spoke fluent Portuguese, which was basically the four except Brian and I, could hear conversation from those around us. We managed to make it halfway before we ran into resistance.
The advantage was with us. It was dark, they had no idea who we were. Those at distance, Brian and I handled with our rifles. Anyone up close, Joao and Marcos made a mess with their shotguns. Soon as those boomed in the darkness, the
favela
came alive.
"Quickly! Quickly!" I muttered.
Moving fast wasn't always the best idea, but the darkness was still our friend. It was only when we were a couple of hundred metres away from our target that spotlights were illuminated. Removing our goggles, that's when Brian and Joao took the lead, as they'd managed to get close to our target during the second week. Coming across guards, we took them out silently, relying on our hands and knives to ensure they wouldn't raise the alarm.
Despite the spotlights, we managed to get closer, but getting into the buildings themselves was going to be difficult. Joao and Marcos inserted more shells and agreed to take the lead until we breached. If there were any nerves, no-one showed them as we managed to get to the stairs. Sharing a glance with Brian leading the other team, we nodded and moved.
What we'd learned is that the enemy was not trained. They were your typical thugs, relying on threats of violence and intimidation. Coming up against heavily armed, and more importantly trained soldiers? They wilted and died where they stood. Once we breached the buildings, we had flash-bangs out, rolling them into rooms, adding smoke grenades to create further confusion.
Anyone watching from further below would have seen gunfire erupting inside the enormous complex. We'd already learned they were arrogant, cocky fuckers, stupidly standing out from cover as they opened fire. I'd already lost count of how many dumb fucks we'd already put on the ground, but they seemed to have no sense of self-preservation.
"Where do you reckon he is?" Brian asked over comms.
"No fucking idea. Probably near the top, if anywhere. Not like he can escape unless he wants to climb over the mountain and trudge his way down. No, he'll make a stand and think he can negotiate."
Clearing the building level by level, we left anyone we came across either dead or bleeding heavily from wounds they would eventually die from. We didn't shoot anyone without a weapon. Came across more than one woman and child we told to just fuck off. Thankfully, they understood and did just that. Didn't need that on our collective conscience.
Finding what appeared to be genuine living quarters, we searched it thoroughly, no surprise it had been emptied. As the others split up and checked each room, I ended up walking into what looked like an office. I nabbed a phone left behind, and also grabbed a laptop that I assumed might contain information. After agreeing the place was clear, we continued heading up.
Gunfire erupted immediately, and that's when we knew who we wanted was making a final stand. Taking cover, I let him know we knew who he was. "Felipe Luis Vasconcellos, you can either surrender now, or we'll riddle your body with bullets, and drag it through the
favela,"
I shouted in Portuguese. Wasn't going to let him know I was an outsider.
"Fuck you, motherfuckers!" he replied in English.
I wanted him alive, but those alongside him dead. A couple of flash-bangs and smoke grenades did the job. He had four men next to him that ended up dead, while I put the butt of my rifle into his face. Once his hands were tied up, I pulled him to his feet and met his eyes. The arrogance disappeared immediately once he met my cold, impassive eyes. I smiled. "Good, now you know fear," I muttered.
The other five covered me as I pushed Felipe forward, the barrel of my weapon in his back. I let him know I'd shoot him if he deviated for a second. Eyes and faces watched us pass by. The
favela
was still in darkness, but everyone would have heard the firefight that had taken place. Anyone who went searching was only going to find a lot of dead bodies. "You don't know what you're doing," he warned.
"I'd worry about what's going to happen to you in the next couple of hours," I retorted.
"We'll find out who you're working for."
I smacked him in the back of the head. "Shut the fuck up and keep walking."
Once back at our vehicles, Joao and Brian came with me, the other three would be returning home. I trussed up Felipe and rolled him into the back of the SUV as Joao took the wheel, driving us to the outskirts of the city, far away from prying eyes. Everything had already been set up. Once we arrived, I got out and grabbed Felipe, dragging him into the warehouse. Joao and Brian helped me sit him down, tie him up, then I asked them to make themselves scarce. "You won't look at me the same if you witness this," I admitted.
"Done this before?" Brian asked.
"It comes with the job at times. Know what I mean?"
He smirked. "Didn't have you picked for a spook."
"What? CIA? MI6?" I snorted. "No. Definitely not with them."
He met my eyes and nodded. "Definitely don't want to know then," he muttered.
"We'll wait outside," Joao said, "Just join us when you're done."
Once alone, I crouched in front of Felipe. Now he was scared, his face bathed in sweat, breathing rapidly. He was probably going to piss himself soon enough. I took the knife from its sheathe and cut his t-shirt open, but what would have really scared him was cutting open his trousers. I lifted his chin with the point of the knife. "I've read what people like you are capable of," I said, "Not you exactly, just what you do to people who fight back." Running the blade down his chest, it was just enough to cause pain with all the sweat, perhaps just enough to draw a trickle of blood. "What you are going to do, Felipe, is tell me everything you know. And I mean everything. I want names. All the names. You know them. Someone like you doesn't get to where he is without friends. Without protection. And trust me on this one, I'll keep you alive long enough to learn what I want."
I'll give the man credit, his tolerance for pain was pretty good for someone still considered a civilian, though I'd just call him a criminal and I had next to no sympathy for someone like that. But once I had small leads attached to his testicles, sending electrical currents through them, he wept like a baby and was willing to tell me anything I needed to know. To say he sang like a canary wouldn't be an understatement. I recorded all the names, most of them meant nothing to me, before I was sure he'd told me everything I wanted to know.
"You'll let me go now, right?" he pleaded, the poor delusional fool.
I answered that with a bullet to his head.
Walking outside, it was mid-morning, and I wasn't the only one exhausted. Joao and Brian met my eyes and knew I'd crossed a line to gather the information needed. They didn't need to know I'd crossed that line more than once in my life already. I handed Joao the list of names I'd written down. When his eyes widened and he stared at me in disbelief, I knew it was bad.
Putting it to the back of my mind, at least temporarily, I slid into the backseat and let Joao guide us home. Brian was half asleep at the same time. It had been a hell of a long night. The gates opened as Joao drove the SUV into its usual spot. Tony appeared in the doorway immediately, the other three having arrived home earlier before. Joao and Brian passed him before he stopped me. I handed him the list of names. He didn't ask how I got them, he simply looked down the list before he met my eyes.
"
Meu Deus
," he whispered.