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Chapter 2: Backseat Baptism
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The Lust Journal Chapter 6: The Queen’s Tax
Six weeks after the cartel wedding, the empire was fat and the desert was hungry.We ran three convoys a week now:Coke north, guns south, and girls when the money was good.Cash poured in like gas, and I spent it just as fast: i bought new houses, new trucks, new cages for new prizes.Tonight we sat on a ridge above I-10, thirty miles west of Phoenix.Moon looking like a broken light.Air was thick with plant smell and gun oil.Four big Peterbilts waited in a line, lights off, engines cooling.In the middle was a white Suburban, doors open, driver tied to the wheel, still breathing, just.He was a fed courier.DEA and FBI team.Carried names, roads, and one locked drive that could lock me up forever.I wanted the drive.I wanted the names.I wanted him to beg first.I stepped out of the Charger barefoot, leather skirt high, tank low, tits almost out.Dax and Lula walked with me like guards.Saint crawled behind on a leash, cage rattling, skin peeled from sun.The crew made a circle—t
The Lust Journal Chapter 5: Cartel Wedding
Three weeks after I stole the crown, the desert crowned me again—this time in blood, cum, and cartel gold.We were running a double load across the border:Rig one was 400 kilos of pure, wrapped in coffee to beat the dogs.Rig two was $4 million cash, vacuum-sealed under fake flooring and the drop spot was a dried-up lake bed outside Mexicali.Old-school Sinaloa Vieja crew waiting for the hand-off.I rode shotgun in the lead Kenworth.Lula drove the matte-black ’69 Charger behind us, tail-gun ready.Dax sat beside me with a sawed-off 12-gauge on his lap.Saint lay spread-eagle and naked in the open bed of the second rig, sunburned raw, cock locked in the steel cage I welded myself, sign on his chest flashing “PROPERTY OF GHOST QUEEN.”The meet was supposed to be smooth.It wasn’t.We rolled in at twilight, sun bleeding behind the mountains, dust devils dancing.Twenty Sinaloa soldiers in tan armor, AKs loose, skull paint on their faces.Three black Suburbans idling behind them.Their
The Lust Journal Chapter 4: Queen of the Blacktop
The desert crowned me at 04:12.Dax on his knees, cock still out, Saint bleeding ten feet away, Jax gagged in the dirt, six armed men not sure who to point at anymore.Lula stood naked beside me, detonator in one hand, twisting my nipple with the other just hard enough to make me gasp.I took the Glock from Dax’s waist, shoved it under his chin, forced his head back.“Keys.”He reached slow, pulled the Charger fob from his pocket, and set it in my hand like a gift.I tossed it to Lula.She caught it, grinned, and slid behind the wheel.Engine growled alive—deep, hungry, mine.“Drop the guns,” I said.Six rifles hit the dirt.Saint spat blood and started to stand.I shot the ground between his boots.He stopped.“Jax.”One guy cut his ties.My brother stumbled forward, face swollen, lip split, but breathing.I didn’t hug him.I slapped him so hard he fell again.“That’s for the half-mil, asshole.Next time you steal, you die.”Then I looked at the crew.“New rules.I run the runs.I se
The Lust Journal Chapter 3: Burn the Debt
The desert was black glass under the moon.The Charger sat in the middle of the old runway, engine ticking as it cooled, doors open, red inside light painting us bloody.Dax, Lula, and me, naked, sticky, gun on the dash, smoke curling like rope.Dax’s cock was still in my hand, hard again, beating like its own heart.I squeezed slow, watched his jaw lock.“You heard me,” I said, voice rough from screaming and eating Lula’s cunt.“I don’t pay debts.I collect them.”Lula laughed low and dirty, dragged a nail down my tit, left a white line that turned pink.“She’s got bigger balls than you tonight, Dax.”Dax never looked away from me.“Your brother Jax stole five hundred grand from my Tijuana run.Coke, cash, and the address of my little sister.Then he disappeared.You’re the only thing he ever loved more than the needle.So tonight, Riven Kane, you’re the payment.”I leaned in, licked sweat and blood off his collarbone, bit hard until he hissed.“Jax is dead,” I whispered on his skin.
The Lust Journal Chapter 2: Backseat Baptism
The crowd was still screaming when Dax grabbed Lula by the hair, cum still running down her legs, and pulled her toward the back door of the Charger.Saint lay knocked out cold in the dirt, face smashed, but no one cared about the loser now.Dax’s ice-blue eyes, red from blood, wild, locked on me again.“Get in the fucking car, shooter.”I didn’t think.I just moved.The back door of the ’69 Charger was open, cracked leather seats smelling of gas, pussy, and old blood.Dax threw Lula in first; she landed on hands and knees, ass up, cum still leaking from her swollen cunt.He snatched my camera strap, ripped the Z9 off my neck, and threw it on the floor like trash.Then he shoved me in after her; I fell hard, tits hitting Lula’s back.Door slammed.Lock clicked.Engine roared alive (someone outside started it for him).Dax climbed in, shirt gone, chest shiny with sweat and blood, cock half-hard and wet.The Charger shot out, tires throwing rocks, crowd jumping out of the way, phones st
The Lust Journal Novella 4: Glass & Gasoline. Chapter 1: The Pit
The desert night was hot and wild—wind screaming over broken ground, smelling of burned tires, cheap drink, cheap pussy, and cheap blood. The old airfield outside Vegas was dead for years, but tonight it lived: big lights on rusty poles cutting white lines in the dirt, chain fences shaking like cages, two thousand people in cut jeans and leather yelling for meat and sex. Tonight’s big fight wasn’t written down. Dax Voss vs Saint Crowe—two road kings, settling old bad blood. No rules. No ref. Just fists, teeth, and the old pit law: Loser gets fucked for all to see. Dax came in first—6’4” of pure fight, ink from neck to hands, black tank wet through, brass knuckles already dirty with someone else’s blood. Saint came next—6’2”, hard and cut, white wife-beater torn open, scar from eye to lip like lightning, smirk sharp enough to cut. The second they saw each other, the crowd blew up. They walked slow circles, boots kicking dust that sparkled under lights. Dax spat blo
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