Chapter 6: The Riverfront Operations

The yacht cleared the downtown bridges just after nine, engines low, running lights reflected in long streaks across the St. Johns. Alonzo had kept the guest list short—his top two enforcers, the woman who moved the larger envelopes, Carter in a pressed shirt with the badge left in the car, and Mace and Emily. No phones on deck. No names used above a certain volume. The champagne was real. The security was tighter than it looked.

Emily stood at the rail in a pale dress that moved when the wind caught it, hair down, one hand resting on the polished wood like she had done this a dozen times. She laughed at something one of the enforcers said and let his hand settle at the small of her back while they watched the city lights slide past. From across the deck Mace watched her without staring. Carter stood near the bar, drink in hand, eyes moving between the water and the people the way a handler was supposed to.

Below, the main stateroom door stayed closed until Alonzo nodded. He led them down himself. The room was all dark wood and a wide bed bolted to the floor. One of the enforcers—the same shorter, thicker man from the warehouse and the penthouse hallway—locked the door behind them. Alonzo poured three glasses and set them on the low table.

“Pipeline’s clean,” he said. “Money’s moving. Tonight we make sure the new pieces still fit.” He looked at Emily. “Dress off. On your knees first.”

She didn’t hesitate. The dress came off in one motion and landed on the chair. She dropped to her knees on the carpet between the two enforcers, hair falling forward, and reached for the first man’s belt. She pulled his cock free—thick, already hard—and took him into her mouth without pause. She sucked him eagerly and sloppily from the first stroke, lips stretched, spit immediately coating his shaft and dripping from her chin onto her chest. Her tongue worked the underside while she bobbed, taking him deeper each time until her nose brushed his stomach and she gagged softly, then pulled back only to sink down again, wet and messy, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t hold.

She switched to the second enforcer the same way. He was longer. She opened wider, spit running freely down his length as she sucked him with the same hungry focus, cheeks hollowing, soft moans vibrating around him. Both men kept hands in her hair, not forcing, just holding her there while she worked them one after the other, switching back and forth, always eager to get another cock between her lips, her chin and breasts shining with spit.