Todos os capítulos de Trapped To The Graves Triplets: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 75

The heaviness of Apollo's body pinned me to the mattress. His fingers roughly circled my swollen clit as his dark eyes searched my face. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against mine. He was fully convinced that he had me right where he wanted me. He thought he had trapped me. He thought he was in total control.His phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand.He tried to ignore it at first, two long fingers sliding deep into my pussy, but a second later, an emergency tone pierced through the silence. Apollo groaned, pulling his fingers out of my slick heat, before he reached over my head and grabbed the device from the table.I watched his face closely and saw the exact moment his composure shattered. His eyes widened, his jaw tightening into a rigid line as he scanned the screen.Before he could pull away, I reached up and snatched the phone out of his hand. I read the glowing text aloud."Gunn took Ghost. Thanks to Atlas."My brows furrowed as I stared down at

"Lock down the border. I want eyes on that shipment at all times. I want that product to arrive in Mexico untouched. If it doesn't, I'll kill everyone involved—and that includes you."I didn't wait for my right-hand man's confirmation. I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the back seat of the car. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. The leather groaned beneath my palms as I put the car into second gear. Beside me, Atlas was still on his phone, his voice steady and perfectly calm.Out of all three of us, Atlas was the one with the most connections in the underworld. Apollo had the money and the legal authority; I had the firepower and the muscle. But Atlas? Atlas had the hackers, the brokers, and the snitches who operated in spaces where law and syndicate rules didn't exist. If there was someone in this city who gave Gunn a hand with stealing Ghost and hijacking Moondrop, Atlas would find them."Send me the address," Atlas spoke into the

The lead guy tossed his cigarette butt onto the dirt road, staring down at me with a lazy smirk. He tilted his head back, taking in my denim shorts, white tank top, and raised hands before looking over at his buddies."Mira a esta mamacita... qué linda y hermosa," he drawled in Spanish—Look at this hottie... so pretty and beautiful. "¿Qué hace una mujer tan bonita perdida en la selva?"—What is such a pretty woman doing lost in the jungle?Behind him, his crew burst into a chorus of laughter.I was fluent in Spanish, but I decided not to make it known to them. Now was not the time. My eyes stayed wide and innocent, letting them believe they were looking at nothing more than a harmless tourist."I'm sorry for trespassing," I started, keeping my voice soft and cautious. I gestured back toward the dense greenery surrounding us. "My friends and I are filming a documentary about the jungle. We don't mean any harm,