Her Protector

by Mallory Monroe

  Teddy continued to suck her breast and finger her vagina as he unzipped and pulled out his

  rock-hard penis. He lifted her onto the vanity, moved the seat of her panties to one side, and

  slid all of his thick hardness inside of her through the opening. Nikki inhaled when he entered

  her, because it felt so big and full, and then she exhaled in sharp bouts as he fucked her.

  He was fucking in that magical way she loved from Teddy. His mouth continued to ravage

  her breasts as he fucked her, in total control, conquering every fiber of her being. She held on

  as his every thrust caused her body to buck, and her ass to slide back and forth against the

  countertop.

  Teddy took peeps at Nikki with a loving, hooded look as he pumped her. She was everything

  he wanted. The idea that he had caused her pain still angered him. He had issues. Serious

  issues. But he had taken his own pain out on the absolute wrong person. She shouldn’t have to

  bear his burdens! He was her protector, not the other way around! He wanted her to

  understand that.

  And that was why he fucked her so hard. He kept moving in, deeper and deeper. His ass

  kept pumping as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted his dick to become an extension

  of his heart. He wanted her to understand the depth of his love for her with every stroke, with

  every deeper push, with every spark their bodies inspired.

  He did it too well.

  They came quickly.

  Teddy wrapped Nikki even tighter into his arms as he continued to pump her. He fucked her

  and fucked her until he pushed into her with such overwhelming force that the feeling overtook

  him, and he was unable to move back out. He was pouring all of his love into her. And she was

  taking it. She was holding onto him, and taking it completely.

  But as they came, as they were already fighting with all they had not to scream from the top

  of their lungs just how wonderful it felt, a knock was heard on the bathroom door.

  “Shit!” Teddy said as he kept pouring. No one, no way, was going to interrupt his flow. And

  they didn’t. Despite that knock, he poured out of himself and into Nikki without even thinking

  about stopping.

  But when the knocking continued, Teddy’s face of passion became a face of rage. Just like

  that. “What the fuck is it?” he yelled. His staff knew better than to disturb him like that!

  “I’m sorry to bother you, sir,” the staffer said on the other side of the locked door. Nikki

  could hear, in his voice, how Teddy’s roar intimidated him.

  “What is it?” Teddy asked.

  “The police are here.”

  Teddy frowned, and he and Nikki looked at each other. “The police?” Teddy asked.

  “Yes, sir. They say they need to speak with you, sir.”

  Teddy frowned. “Speak to me? What the fuck about?” Did Arturo hail down a cop that

  quickly? Did he call one?

  Nikki was concerned too. Any mention of cops and she was always concerned. She kept

  looking at Teddy.

  “They didn’t tell me what about, sir,” the staffer said. “Just that they need to see you.”

  “Okay,” Teddy said. “Just give me a sec.”

  “Yes, sir,” the staffer said, and left the door.

  Nikki was about to speak, but Teddy placed his finger to her lips. He was waiting to ensure

  the staffer had completely left Arturo’s office. When he heard the office door beyond the

  bathroom close, he removed his finger.

  “What if it’s about L.A.?” Nikki asked him anxiously. “What if they--”

  “It’s not about that,” he said confidently.

  “Then what is it? You think Arturo called on you?”

  “Maybe. But I think he’s not that stupid,” he said.

  “Then what, Teddy?” Then she realized what. “Something you did?” she asked.

  “Something about that kid dying in your arms today? Something about what happened at that

  meeting?”

  Teddy hated to have her involved at all in his seediness, but he nodded. “Probably,” he said.

  Nikki was worried. “They must have something, or they wouldn’t be here, right?”

  Teddy couldn’t hide his concern either. Joey and Gio were supposed to clean up that shit.

  Cops weren’t supposed to be able to connect them to any of it. But then he remembered what

  Mookie had said. Ask Gio, he had said, before he died. If he wanted to know who was behind

  that hit, Mookie said he should ask Gio. The problem: Gio went missing and hadn’t been seen

  since the bakery. Teddy’s men hadn’t been able to find a trace of him today.

  But it wasn’t Teddy’s job to worry Nikki. It was his job to protect Nikki. He slowly pulled his

  dick out of her. “It’ll be okay,” he said, as he reached for a cloth and began wiping between her

  legs, cleaning his cum off of her. “I don’t need you worrying about that.”

  When he finished cleaning up Nikki, and after she pulled up her panties and reassembled

  her bra and blouse, she looked at him. “I don’t need you worrying about it, either,” she said.

  Teddy smiled. “Just get your smart ass out of here. I need to pee.”

  Nikki smiled, too, and was about to leave the room, when Teddy stopped her. “I forgot,” he

  said.

  Nikki turned back around. Teddy reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a debit card.

  “What’s that?” Nikki asked.

  “Pop came down on me like a ton of bricks this morning,” he said.

  “For what?”

  “He said I put you in a bad spot. He said it better never happen again.”

  “Oh, no, Teddy!” Nikki was devastated. “He was angry because I called him for help? I

  didn’t want to call him, but I couldn’t reach anybody else!”

  “He wasn’t mad about that. He was mad about the fact that I fell down on my job. He said

  he wasn’t going to get involved, but he couldn’t let it go. He got involved anyway. And he’s

  right. I should have had you set up properly.”

  “Set up? What do you mean?”

  “Set up. Taken care of. You’re my woman, and that’s means you never go without.”

  But Nikki was shaking her head. “I don’t want anybody’s charity, no thanks.”

  “It’s not charity, Nikki. When you were staying with me it wasn’t an issue. But now that you

  have that apartment, it’s different. You need cash flow.”

  “I have cash flow. This job. And once I get paid I’ll be just fine.”

  “Come on, Nick. I take care of you. You can’t turn me down.”

  “Who says I was turning you down?” Nikki asked. “You don’t see me giving you back this

  card, do you?”

  Teddy laughed.

  “I’m no fool, okay?”

  Teddy loved this woman! “Yes, ma’am,” he said.

  “But for real, though,” she said, seriously, “no more cards after I get paid. After that, I

  should be able to take care of myself just fine. Because you’re going to pay me well, aren’t you,

  Teddy?” Nikki was smiling and enjoying herself. “You’re going to pay me more money than

  any personal assistant in the history of the world has ever made. Right, Teddy?”

  “Yeah, I got your more money, alright,” Teddy said laughingly. “Want me to show it to

  you?”

  “No, I think I’d better quit while I’m ahead,” Nikki said, still laughing, as she left the

  bathroom.

  Teddy was just relieved she kept the card. He’d never had a woman he took care
of before.

  They were mostly hit-it-and-quit-it types. But his father was right. He had dropped the ball, but

  never again. He definitely was going to take care of Nikki. Now and after she started receiving

  paychecks, he thought.

  After she left, he closed the door behind her to finish cleaning himself up, and to make a

  very private phone call. A call he didn’t want to make in front of Nikki because it wasn’t done:

  nobody but himself and his old man, and his old man’s consigliere, knew about their contacts in

  high places. Nobody else.

  One of those contacts was Tort Driscoll, a police captain and their man at the PPD. Teddy

  angrily berated him for not giving him a beforehand notice about cops visiting him, which was

  his job to do.

  “But I didn’t know shit about it, Teddy,” Tort shot back. “You know I would have notified

  you if I had known. What are their names? Are they Robbery/Homicide?”

  “How should I know their names?” Teddy asked. “I haven’t met those fuckers yet. You find

  out their names. That’s your job! You find out what the fuck is going on!”

  “I’ll get right on it, Teddy.”

  Teddy ended the call and tossed his phone onto the vanity. “Fucking useless,” he said out

  loud, as he continued to wipe his still-dripping penis.

  But then he thought about how wonderful that very penis felt inside of Nikki, and how she

  was back in his life and would be back in his bed, and his bubbling stress soothed back down.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  When Teddy made it out of the office and into the top floor reception area, he looked as if

  he had been tucked away discussing serious business matters rather than what he and Nikki

  really had been doing. And even though he said a man had died in his arms earlier that day, his

  suit, Nikki realized, looked pristine, and his hair looked freshly done. Teddy was one of those

  men who were effortlessly put together. Nikki was known for her style, too, but it was by no

  means effortless.

  The two detectives were waiting in the reception area and Nikki was holding a small-talk

  conversation with the receptionist when Teddy came out of Arturo’s office. And Teddy, as

  usual, took charge. He first motioned for Nikki to come to him, and then, together, they went

  to the two detectives. “Right this way, gentlemen,” he said to the two men, and they followed

  him and Nikki around two additional corridors, to Teddy’s office.

  It was Nikki’s first time in his office, and it blew her away. The size of her apartment: that

  was how large it was. And like Teddy’s house, it was beautifully decorated in stylish modern

  chic. Teddy had very refined taste, she was beginning to realize.

  Teddy was smiling that charming smile of his as he told the men to sit down, and offered

  them drinks. They didn’t take the drinks, but they took the offered chairs and sat in front of the

  desk.

  Teddy, with Nikki right beside him, leaned against the front of the desk, and folded his

  arms. It felt nerve-racking to Nikki. But if Teddy was bothered at all, she noticed, he wasn’t

  showing it.

  “How may I help you, gentlemen?” he asked.

  “Perhaps you can introduce us to the young lady,” said the lead detective.

  But Teddy wasn’t playing ball. “How may I help you?” he asked again.

  The lead detective smiled. “Okay. You want us out of your business. I get it.” Then his look

  turned serious. “Where were you this morning?”

  Teddy knew that trick. If he gave an alibi without asking what time, they would know he

  was guilty as hell. “What time this morning?” he asked.

  “Early,” said the younger cop. “Around three-four in the morning.”

  “And before you answer,” the lead detective said, “assume we’re here because we have

  reason to be here. Give us that much credit. Now, where were you?”

  “I was home,” Teddy said.

  “Alone?”

  Teddy wished he would have asked Nikki to alibi him, but he hadn’t thought of it. But, to his

  shock, and before he spoke up, Nikki spoke. “He was home,” she said. “With me.”

  The lead detective looked at her. Although Teddy was calm, he was extremely pleased.

  Those cops had word-of-mouth, and nothing else. Teddy could sense it. And Nikki apparently

  could too.

  “With you?” the detective asked.

  “Yes. He was home with me.”

  It was obvious they hadn’t expected Teddy to produce a living/breathing alibi, but there she

  was. And Teddy knew the drill. If all they had was what they heard, and Teddy was able to

  offer evidence to counter what they’d heard, they basically had nothing.

  “So, you live with Mr. Sinatra?” the lead cop asked.

  It was a lame question, which only reinforced what Teddy sensed: they didn’t have shit on

  him.

  “No,” she said. “But I was at his house.”

  The younger cop glanced at the older one. How could they disprove it? They’d already

  searched surveillance. There was none around the area where the bodies were found. The

  automobile, according to their informant, had been taken to some chop-shop and melted

  down.

  “What have I supposedly done?” Teddy asked. It was standard procedure in the mob to

  always ask the questions any innocent man would ask. But Teddy had an additional reason: he

  asked those questions because he might just get info that would help him find out who was

  behind the attempted hit. And who had tipped off the cops.

  “We found two bodies,” the lead detective said.

  “Do these two bodies have names?” Teddy asked.

  “Why should you care? Your girlfriend says you wasn’t there. Or is she not your girlfriend?”

  Teddy didn’t respond to that.

  The lead detective nodded at the younger cop. The younger cop flipped open the small pad

  he had in his hand. “The deceased were Michael Milosky and Jake Browner,” he said.

  “You know them?” the lead cop asked.

  Teddy looked pensive as he thought about those names. Those cops might have taken it for

  an act, but it wasn’t. He was genuinely racking his brain. “No,” he ultimately said. “Never

  heard of either one of them. Who do they work for? Because I’m assuming that’s why you’re

  trying to pin that shit on me. They’re supposedly ‘mob.’” Teddy used his fingers to highlight the

  quotations around the word mob.

  “They worked for Milo Jalarni. You know him?”

  Oh, shit, Teddy said to himself. They worked for MJ? MJ’s involved in this shit? What the

  fuck! “Never heard of him,” he said to the cops.

  The cops were doubtful of his response, he could tell. But it wasn’t like he cared.

  The cops knew it too. They eventually rose to their feet, and took their leave.

  Teddy looked at Nikki. And then he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Good looking out,

  babe,” he said.

  Nikki didn’t look at him, but continued to stare at the closed door. “You know that guy,

  don’t you? That Milo guy?” She said that and looked at Teddy.

  Teddy was surprised. He thought he had his stone-face look in full effect. “Why would you

  say that?”

  “I’m sitting next to you. Your body didn’t do shit when you heard those two names. Your

  body tensed-up big time when you heard that Milo name.”

  Like he said
, he thought. He had a smart, perceptive, substantial woman on his hands.

  “Yeah, I know him,” he said.

  “A mob boss?”

  “Yup.”

  “A friend?”

  Teddy frowned. “I thought so.”

  “Before you start a war with the guy,” Nikki warned, “those two dead men that worked for

  him, that apparently did something that caused you to take them out, could have gone rogue.”

  “They could have,” Teddy agreed. But why would they, he said to himself. And why would

  Mookie name Gio in that shit? Was Gio working for MJ too?

  But he didn’t tell Nikki any of that. She became his alibi, which was bad enough. He wasn’t

  involving her any deeper in his seediness just yet. Because knowing too much in his world could

  mean her death. He had to keep certain matters from her, especially those he hadn’t resolved

  himself, for her own sake.

  And, to a lesser degree, for his sake too. Because he’d seen too many times how the cops

  would send the girlfriends of mobsters to prison for years, just to put the squeeze on the

  mobsters and see if those women meant enough for them to confess their crimes. It never

  worked. No girlfriend was ever going to mean more to a mob boss than he meant to himself.

  But Nikki was the exception.

  Teddy would go to prison for her.

  He would take a bullet for her.

  If the cops ever found that out, he would be a dead man walking.

  “Good looking out,” he said to Nikki again. But his heart still felt concerned.

  Outside, the cops were equally concerned. Especially the lead detective.

  “What do you think?” the younger cop asked as they made their way to their unmarked

  vehicle.

  “I think he’s lying through his teeth,” said the lead cop.

  “What about the lady?”

  “Her I’m not so sure about. I remember seeing a file on a black chick Teddy was dating. The

  guy who compiled it, a cop named Malidec, ended up dead after he started investigating her. I

  seemed to remember there was some suspicion around her about something that happened in

  California, but I don’t remember the details.”

  “You think it’s the same woman?”

  “How many black chicks you ever seen Teddy messing with? They all were Italian, at least

  the ones I recall. And she’s a voluptuous one too? Another difference. It’s the same woman.”