Chapter 142: “La Madre”
The attack on the Casino, and Alex’s assassination of Richard Johnson, quickly made national headlines. After all, a wealthy billionaire had his business stormed by a lone gunman. His private security was exterminated, While he and his son were both executed in their penthouse. This was not exactly something that happened every day in America.
The motives of the gunman were unclear. After all, there was not a single case of theft involved in it. Some analysts claimed that this sudden attack was a political assassination. And that this was a sign that the working class finally taking a stand against their corporate overlords.
While others presumed the shooting was an act of vengeance against the gambling industry, these analysts presumed that perhaps this shooter had been drained of his entire life savings at the Casino and lost everything. Leading him to resort to murder.
The fact of the matter was that nobody really knew who was responsible for this attack or why it happened. After all, not even the shell casings revealed the fingerprints of the perpetrator. And since Alex wore a balaclava beneath his clown mask, there weren’t even any hair follicles to be found. To put it simply, there was not any forensic evidence that could remotely connect Alex to the crime scene.
There was not even any photographic evidence of the vehicle used by the gunman, as he had left the parking garage at the same time as five other vehicles. Which was a stroke of good luck for Alex. Not to mention the armored Mercedes that Alex used was not actually registered to his or his mother’s name, but rather Richard’s company.
And while the news talked about this event 24 hours a day, someone south of the border took an interest in the story far more than most would. In the city of Nuevo Laredo, a drug lord sat atop a pile of cash and cocaine. She snorted the narcotics while watching the American news which reported this sudden attack.
The woman was in her later thirties or possibly early forties. And, like most Mexicans, had brown skin, dark hair, and matching eyes. Her body was both curvy and stacked, and she was currently dressed in a transparent nightgown, with a gilded .44 magnum revolver sitting next to her on her nightstand.
This Mexican drug lord was known by the nickname of “La Madre”, and she was currently one of the leading members of the Los Zetas Cartel, which, despite its fearsome reputation, was declining quite rapidly as of late.
Formerly a member of the Los Zetas Panteras, which was an elite unit of female Sicarios. “La Madre” was a stone-cold killer. Despite her looks that were on par with the most stunning beauty queens, she was just as likely to slit your throat as she was to praise you for being a “good boy”.
This was the woman who Amahle was indebted to, and who Amahle was supposed to work for once she had assassinated Alex and Diana. However, while “La Madre” watched the ongoing story about Richard’s death, she had easily figured out what the American authorities could not.
After all, she was heavily connected with the criminal underworld, both in the United States and south of the border. Because of this, she had already looked into the identity of the targets who Amahle was previously contracted to kill.
Not only did she know that Alex and Diana were marked for death, but she also knew that Richard was the one behind the contract. Thus, it was easy enough to assume that the man who had stormed the Casino and murdered Richard was none other than Alex. This was blatantly obvious to those on the other side of the law, and especially so to “La Madre” after Amahle had complimented the boy’s skills.
Alex had done more than simply murder his stepfather and stepbrother. He had sent a message to the criminal world that he was not to be fucked with. Alex was armed, trained, and not afraid of making headlines.
And this was exactly the kind of man that “La Madre” wanted working for her. Thus, she was quick to pull out her phone after doing another line of coke, where she did Alex a favor. After all, Amahle was not the only assassin who had been paid in advance to kill Alex and Diana. If these assassins were left to their own devices, some of them might still try to honor the contract, despite the fact that their employer was killed.
But with a simple decree from a Los Zetas drug lord, any would be assassins would stay clear of Alex and his loved ones as if the man was radioactive. And after making this decree. “La Madre” began to dial Amahle personally to let her know that her job was done.
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Alex unbelted his trousers and pressed the tip of his large white cock against the tight and moist pussy of his victim. She was absolutely drenched from her waist down to her ankles in her own love juices. After all, she had been experiencing nonstop sexual stimulation for the last few hours, waiting for Alex to give her release.
Because of this, there was an eager expression on Amahle’s lips as she watched Alex thrust inside her virgin twat. Though her hymen was torn, she did not even feel the pain that normally associated with such a thing. After all, she was in a state of arousal that she had never felt before. And thus, there was only pleasure, as she moaned out like a bitch in heat.
Yet Alex quickly wrapped the ball gag back around the woman’s mouth to prevent her moans from escaping his sex dungeon. Not that it really mattered, considering the basement was soundproofed. Still, he did not want to give the woman who had tried to kill himself and his mother the satisfaction.
Thus her screams of ecstasy were muffled, while Alex continued to ravage the ebony beauty who was tied up to a rack. After all, she was quite literally Alex’s prisoner and had been kidnapped by the man earlier in the night. Alex did not bother being merciful to the assassin, as he continued to fuck her pussy with all the force his hips could manage.
Alex was surprised that the woman was a virgin, but then again, not completely. After all, the system had labeled her a heroine. Which meant that she was either a young virgin woman, or a mature older beauty whose only experience was with her husband. Until now, the system had not thrown any sluts into the heroine pool, and Alex had assumed this was simply the case altogether.
While he was ravaging the ebony assassin, to the point where her eyes had rolled back to her head, and she no longer had any conscious thought, a phone began to ring in the background. This was not Alex’s phone, as the ringtone was not the 2004 rock cover of the infamous song “Black Betty” instead it was some rap shit that Alex couldn’t stand.
Thus he withdrew his cock from Amahle’s tight slit, and walked over to the phone which was lying on a table, along with all of Amahle’s other belongings that she had on her person when Alex kidnapped her. Alex had pulled up his pants, and noticed that Amahle was eying him with desperation, still wanting him inside her. Which caused him to smirk as he answered the phone with a voice that was slightly altered.
“Hello?”
An alluring and seductive feminine voice came from the other end, whose words caused a chill to go down Alex’s spine.
“Oh? How interesting? The man of the hour himself has answered my phone call. Alex, do be a dear and put Amahle on the line… I mean, that is, if you haven’t dealt with her yet…”
Alex did not know how to respond to this comment. Man of the Hour? That was easy enough to decipher, but how did this woman know his name? Were the authorities onto him? He was quick to deny his identity to the woman in the fear that she might use it against him later on.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
The woman sounded like she was speaking with a mere child. Her tone was motherly, but strict. While at the same time absolutely frightening. And Alex did not know why this was the case.
“Relax dear… I am not with the authorities. They have no idea who killed your stepfather, and I intend to keep it that way. Now be a doll and put Amahle on the phone. My patience is wearing thin….”
Alex looked over at Amahle with a concerned look on his face, before doing what the woman on the phone had said. He quickly unfastened the ball gag from Amahle’s mouth and held the phone against her ears. Though Alex did not know what the woman had said, her voice alone was enough to partially snap Amahle out of her lust filled trance.
“La Madre…. Yes… I know… It is as you say… I understand…”
In between her words, Amahle struggled to keep back her moans. After all, Alex had begun fucking her again, which combined with all the toys that were assisting his efforts, she could not help but do so. After listening to the woman on the other line speak, Amahle looked into Alex’s blue eyes, and told him it was his turn to speak.
“She wants to talk to you…”
Alex responded to this by increasing his thrusts, while placing the phone back to his ear and responding to whoever was on the other end of the line.
“You are a very naughty boy… I don’t know exactly what you are doing to my little friend, but she appears to be enjoying it. I have an offer to make you, so how about you fly out to Nuevo Laredo to meet with me after you get your affairs in order, so that we can discuss this matter in person?
After all, with your step-father’s death, his lawyers are going to try to do everything they can to deny his estate from ending up in your mother’s hands. And She will need you to make sure she gets what she is entitled to.
I’ll be waiting for your arrival. But don’t keep me waiting too long…. I tend to get impatient when a boy I am interested in plays hard to get…. You wouldn’t want me to have to send my men to come get you, now would you?”
After saying this, the woman hung up on Alex, leaving him a state of complete and total bewilderment. However, he ignored this matter for now and continued to fuck Amahle’s until she passed out, and he had cum inside her.
Once Alex was finished torturing the would-be assassin, he released her restraints and laid her down on a nearby sofa, where the Queen of Hearts appeared with a rather anxious expression on her face. She was dressed in a leather jacket and a black shirt which showed off her midriff. As well as leather skintight pants and knee-high boots.
The Queen of Hearts also had an old type 3 AK-47 in her hands as she smoked a cigarette. Alex simply laughed at her villainous cosplay. That is, until she finally spoke.
“This isn’t good Alex… First you have assassins coming after you, and now the Cartel has taken an interest in you. You do realize that you are one step away from becoming a career criminal, right? Alas, the path you choose is up to you, but I would be remiss if I didn’t remind you that your women might not be so approving if you end up becoming a hitman for the Los Zetas.
But like I said, this isn’t my choice to make. And regardless of how you choose to proceed, the next batch of heroines after you complete the United States arc will be in Mexico. So, one way or another, you will have to deal with the cartels on this journey that the system has chosen for you to take. Now, enough of this grim shit! let’s see what you won!”
After saying this, the Queen of hearts spun the prize wheel while doing her usual song and dance. Where it eventually landed on another skill that Alex found to be incredibly useful.
[Congratulations! You have won the skill Universal Translator!]
[You are now able to speak any language you encounter fluently, and with a native accent! You are also able to read and write its language to absolute perfection!]
Alex was amazed at this ability when he saw it, and was just about to say something when the Queen of Hearts dropped her mouth in awe. She quickly lashed out at the wheel for giving Alex another OP skill. This was the second time that Alex had seen the woman do such a thing since he first transmigrated into this manga.
“God dammit! I thought I fixed this thing! How? How do you keep getting the good shit? Fuck this, I’m out!”
After saying this, the Queen of Hearts disappeared entirely, leaving Alex in a state of contemplation. So far in his “American Arc”, Alex had conquered his aunt Shannon’s heart, and claimed her virtue. He had conquered Jade’s heart, but had still yet to claim the reward that came with her chastity.
And now he had gained the prize that came with fucking Amahle. But he had yet to properly conquer her heart. While at the same time, Emily was warming up to Alex, while absolutely disgusted with Chad.
The last piece of the puzzle that Alex knew of was Vanessa, who Alex was little more than an acquaintance with. And though Chad’s reputation with her had slightly taken a hit as a result of the man assaulting Emily. Vanessa still seemed to favor the man over Alex.
With this in mind, Alex could only estimate that he was still quite a bit away from finishing the American Arc. Thus, he carried Amahle up to one of the private bedrooms in the mansion before entering the master bedroom and getting some sleep. When morning came, Alex would begin his attempts to actually win affection points with Amahle, who until now, considered him to be nothing more than a target to kill.