But Jimmy had Jackie, and he knew I wasn’t going to play games. I parked the Beetle in front of the main building. I wasn’t going to drive right up to them because I needed them relaxed. I needed them to see me walking by myself with the money so they knew they were getting what they wanted. I grabbed the gun and the briefcase and I got out of the Beetle and started the long walk to where they were waiting. There was a single light at the pier and it barely illuminated the four figures that were there waiting for me.
Jimmy—check.
Two goons—check.
My sweet angel of mercy—check.
I had the briefcase in my left hand and the pistol in my right. If I was coming to this thing I was coming armed. Jimmy would have known that, and the two goons would have expected it. It was the reason one of the guys was holding Jackie with a gun at her temple. The other had a gun pointed at me and I had my gun pointed at Jimmy.
One big happy fucking family.
“Nice shirt, Micky.”
Jimmy opened with a compliment. Everyone loved the Hawaiian shirt. It was hard to believe he was getting ready to put a bullet through it.
“What are you doing, Jimmy? Why the double cross?”
I stepped closer and kept my gun pointed at him. The goon holding Jackie tightened his grip on his gun. The fear in her eyes made me want to fucking rip that guy’s throat out.
First things first…
“You just don’t get it do you, Micky?”
The second time tonight some jerkoff was going to explain things to me.
“Don’t get what, Jimmy?”
“You and my old man. You guys always had to be so buddy-buddy. You know how many times I heard ‘why can’t you be more like Micky’? You’re not even fucking blood for crying out loud. Who the fuck do you think you are, Micky?”
Even under the scattered light from a lamp fifty feet away I could see his eyes, and they didn’t look good. He was angry. It was a crazy kind of angry, and I guessed it was an angry that had been building over several years. Something else I never picked up on.
“That’s what this is, you fuck? You’re jealous because of me and your old man?”
“You’re the son he always wanted, Micky. He wanted me to be a tough badass. Oh sure, he always said he didn’t want me to follow in his footsteps and be in the business, but that was all fucking bullshit. Deep down he wanted me to be a tough guy, and I don’t think he really knew it until I was a fucking freshman at Penn State and Jonathon fucking Schwartz became my roommate. My world pretty much ended that year, and you were too stupid to see it.”
I took another step forward and the guy who had his gun trained on me straightened his grip. I could see the look of panic in my angel’s eyes and I was ready to make someone pay for it. But as long as my gun was on Jimmy, my choices were pretty limited.
“So what’s your plan, Jimmy? You do me and take the money? What then?”
He laughed. It was a crazy laugh that I had not heard through four years of living together at school. It was the laugh of someone full of hate and ambition.
“You just don’t get it, asshole. You’re just the beginning. I fucking take care of you and then I take care of my old man. Once I clip him then everything is all mine. He doesn’t think I’m tough enough? He doesn’t want me in the family business? Fuck him. I’m going to have it all.”
“You’re telling me you think you can kill your old man, Jimmy?”
The laugh again. It was more of a cackle this time, and it traveled across the water beyond him.
“Yeah, I think I can kill him. It will be easier for me than any other rival he’s ever had. Killing him will be easier than killing you. And killing you wasn’t too hard, asshole.”
I needed him to relax. I needed the two goons to relax.
I needed my angel of mercy back.
“Let’s talk about this, Jimmy.”
I kept the gun trained on him but I lowered the briefcase to my side. It was a harmless gesture, and neither goon thought anything of it. But the goon that mattered to me was on top of a building at the front of a lot. And as soon as the briefcase hit the pavement his finger squeezed the trigger of his rifle.
The guy holding Jackie had been first, just like I told him. The bullet hit his head dead center and blew a perfect little red cloud into the air behind him. There was a second when the second goon was confused and trying to figure out what had happened, but by the time he put the pieces together in his simple little brain it was too late. The second rifle shot got him in the chest. Dead center mass, right through the heart.
Lights out.
My gun never moved. I had it pointed right at the chest of the guy I had called my best friend for the last seven years. He thought he was smart but he still hadn’t figured out what had happened, but the two guys he had brought for muscle were already turning cold on the marina ground.
I looked at Jackie, who still had terror in her eyes, and I waved her over to me. In a matter of seconds, I felt her body against mine as I put my arm around her.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m OK.”
“The car is parked in front of the building. Go get in baby, I’ll be there in a second.”
She hesitated a second and I knew what she was thinking.
“Don’t worry, Jackie, you’re safe now. There’s a guy on the roof of that building with a rifle that will put a hole in anyone that tries to hurt you.”
She nodded at me and showed me her dimples. I felt her slip away from me and listened to quick, dainty footsteps heading across the gravel lot to the car at the front of the building. I looked at Jimmy and he was looking back at me. The look of anger was still in his eyes, but it was now mixed with stupid criminal confusion.
“Sammy sucks with a pistol, but he’s a fucking dead on shot with a rifle, Jimmy. And he’s also a disgruntled employee. Apparently not everyone is on board with this idea of yours, asshole. You should learn to check with the help before trying to take over the family. Not everyone hates your father. In fact, most of them just hate you.”
“So what now, Micky? What are you going to do, fucking kill me? You’re the one trying to buy your way out of the family, you pussy. You think you can just kill me? My old man will have you skinned alive. You and that sweet piece of ass of yours.”
I pulled the hammer of the pistol back and cocked it and pointed it directly at him. Calling me a pussy didn’t piss me off because I was ten times the man that Jimmy was. Calling Jackie a piece of ass was another matter altogether.
“Seven fucking years we’ve been friends, you sack of shit. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t blow your fucking head off, Jimmy. Especially since you were about to fucking kill me. I think even your old man would understand that.”
The hate was still in his eyes, and it looked like it was there to stay.
“You know what, Micky? Fuck you and that cheap broad of yours. You don’t have the balls to kill me and if you did you’ll never make it out of this city alive.”
He called her a cheap broad. That was two strikes and I wasn’t giving him a third. I aimed the pistol and fired and tried to ignore the feeling of satisfaction I got from watching the bullet pierce his body.
Chapter 25
Jackie
We were pulling into the driveway of Abraham’s little house. I was just starting to get my senses back as Micky put the Beetle in park and killed the ignition before turning to speak to me.
“You’re safe now, Jackie, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Who shot those men? What happened?”
“It turns out Sammy the Scar isn’t such a bad guy after all. I mean, besides trying to kill us three or four times over the last couple of days. We sat down yesterday and had a heart to heart and really sorted things out.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Micky?”
“Let’s talk about it inside. I told Abraham I would put food out for his cats.”
We got out of
the Beetle and made our way to the house. Stepping inside was an instant reminder of the chaos that had happened here just a few hours before. I saw the condition of Abraham’s living room and felt the knot starting to form in my stomach.
“Where is Abraham? Is he going to be OK?”
“I called a car for him and sent him to the hospital. Those assholes broke his arm and banged him up pretty bad, but he’ll be OK. He’s a tough old bird. Don’t let the hippy bit fool you, I think he was a tough guy long before he was a flower child.”
Micky went into the kitchen and opened a door to the pantry. He grabbed a bag of cat food from the shelf and walked over to a series of dishes that were laid out under the window. Whatever noise the soundless bag of food made must have traveled the length of the house because I now counted five cats circling us like sharks. He poured food into several of the bowls and the cats that were not turning up their noses were lazily starting to eat.
“Jimmy had been riding Sammy’s ass for the last couple of weeks to kill me. Apparently he was a real tyrant about it too. Not all mob guys are like that. It’s not all like Hollywood makes it out to be. Some bosses are actually nice guys. It didn’t take a lot of convincing for me to talk Sammy into helping me stop Jimmy.”
He put the bag of food back and topped off bowls of water that were out with the food. One of the cats that turned its nose up at the food was apparently not so picky about being thirsty.
“The man with the scar shot those two guys from the roof?”
“Yeah, Sammy’s not such a bad guy after all. He was still a little pissed about the whole bedpan thing at the hospital, though. Probably more embarrassed than anything else. But I promised him that wouldn’t go any further than those hospital walls.”
He looked at me as if I had a choice.
“Right?”
“Yeah, I’ll try not to boast about that on Facebook. So what now, Micky?”
He was done with the cats and the cats were done with us. He turned and went into the living room to grab his briefcase and I followed him as he went upstairs. One turn at the top of the stairs and we were back in Abraham’s bedroom. Micky was in the closet, dropping to a knee and spinning the combination lock to Abraham’s safe.
“You’re safe now, Jackie, just like I told you. You can go back to your house and your hospital. I told you I’d get it taken care of before you needed to go to work tomorrow night. I did that with time to spare.”
He had the safe door open and was stacking neat bundles into his open briefcase. He removed the last bundle and took half of the bills and put them into the safe before closing the door and spinning the lock. He kept the bills in his hand as he closed up the briefcase and stood.
“I’m leaving Abraham some cash. I feel awful about what those assholes did to his house downstairs. I’m sure it’s the same two that Sammy clipped back at the marina. At least we know they won’t be coming back.”
He looked at me and grabbed my right hand, sliding the rest of the money stack into my palm.
“They fucked with your house too. Here, this should be more than enough to make up for the damage. I’m sorry for the hassle, Jackie.”
All business. Briefcase locked up and ready to go. He turned and walked towards the bedroom door and stopped when he realized I wasn’t following him. He turned to look at me and I was expecting surprise in his eyes. But he didn’t look surprised.
“What? What is it, Jackie?”
“That’s it? It’s all over?”
“I told you I would make you safe and you said you needed to get back to the hospital. So yeah, it’s over. For you at least. I still need to go see the man who I intended to see from the start but that’s my problem. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.”
He made it three steps outside the bedroom door before realizing I wasn’t following him and then he doubled back. He looked at me and sighed and put his briefcase full of money on the floor.
“What is it?”
It was a good question. I wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was either. But I knew I didn’t want it to end with me getting in my car and driving away from him either. I stepped towards him and put my hands on his chest.
“When are you supposed to see this guy of yours, Micky?”
“I can’t see him until tomorrow.”
I knew the answer even before he told me. Just like he knew I wasn’t going back to the hospital eighteen hours before my shift even started. I ran my hands over his chest and I could still feel a slight hesitation.
“Jackie, I don’t know if this is such a…”
I planted my lips on his and kissed him. Hard. I wasn’t going to let him get away that easily, not tonight. He had just rescued me from a man that had threatened to kill me and my blood was running hot, and I knew it wasn’t going to get cooled down from driving my Beetle back to County General. What I wanted was underneath the Hawaiian shirt and the faded blue jeans.
What I needed was a little Micky Steele.
I probed his mouth with my tongue like it had a purpose and I felt him starting to kiss me back. I put my hands on his arms and felt the muscles of his biceps and that only made me want him more. But it wasn’t his biceps that I was interested in. Not here, not now. The muscle I was interested in was the one I wanted to get more time to know at the motel, and I wasn’t going to be denied now.
I broke our kiss long enough to get my hands to the waistband of his jeans, and I suddenly couldn’t unbuckle fast enough. I wanted to see him. I wanted to taste the thing that had thrilled me so much at the fucking motel. He had given me two orgasms and I had never even gotten a good look at the fucking miracle maker that made it happen. And there was no way he was leaving this bedroom until I got to see it again.
Up close.
And personal.
I got him unbuckled and unzipped and I knew right away that this was exciting him as much as it was exciting me. He had a bulge in his pants that told me everything I needed to know about what was going through his head, and it could only be surpassed by what was going through mine. I pushed him with a force I didn’t know I had and I launched him backward onto the bed. His reaction was surprise mixed with laughter but what I was ready to give him would be no joke.
I started to fight to get his jeans the rest of the way off his body. It would have been a whole lot easier if not for the fact that I now had his hands on me, doing some unbuttoning of their own. I wanted to be naked too. I wanted the feeling of my skin on his. But I didn’t want it bad enough to stop me from pulling off his pants, He may have been stronger than me but I was more determined and I freed him from his jeans with a final mighty pull. The only thing between me and heaven was a pair of cotton briefs.
And heaven looked like it was plenty big and mighty hard.
He was still fighting me to get my clothes off. I gave in enough to let him relieve me of my shirt but I was far too determined to free his cock from its cotton prison. One more pull of my hands and I was looking at the thing that had brought me so much pleasure. Micky’s big, fat cock—rock hard and bobbing right in front of me. He reached again for me, trying to remove clothing or trying to draw me towards him. I wasn’t even sure which and I didn’t care. I pushed his hands away and lowered my head, and his movement ceased as soon as I felt the tip of his cock pass between my lips.
“Oh God, Jackie…”
His body relaxed—at least the part of his body that had been fighting with me to get my clothes off. I was still half dressed and I could already feel my pussy starting to come alive, but I wanted to taste him. I wanted to give him part of the pleasure he had given me, and I started to think I would suck his cock all night if that was what it took.
Hands that were fighting Micky off a minute ago were now wrapped around the base of his cock. I still could not get over how thick his shaft was and I stopped sucking long enough to examine it as I started to pump it slowly. I wasn’t in a rush and I wanted it to last as long as possible, but I felt him reaching for me again.
His hands were on my back, fumbling, and I realized it was my bra he was reaching for.
“You take off your shirt, Micky. I don’t want to see you get anything else on that nice Hawaiian pattern. Let me worry about the bra.”
He seemed fine with that and settled back to remove his shirt. My hands were faster and I had my bra off and on the floor before he was even halfway unbuttoned. I gripped his cock again with hands that were determined to make it hard for Micky to remove that shirt, and I lowered my mouth to him again. Manly moans filled my ears as I ran my tongue over the top of his thick cock.
“Jesus. Jackie, what’s gotten into you?”
It was a fair question, and I thought about it as I ran my hands up and down that glorious cock of his. Martin had always wanted me to perform oral sex on him, and I had usually acquiesced, although almost always grudgingly. With Martin, it had been a forced act of obligation from an unhappy wife. Having Micky’s big cock in my hands made me realize this was something a whole lot more.
I wanted to taste him. I wanted to use my hands in ways that would make him moan out my name. He was a man who had lived a life far more dangerous than anything I had ever known, and the fact that I could make him want me was more powerful than any aphrodisiac. I ran my left hand between his legs and cradled his balls while I stroked him and I felt his body react in an entirely different way. It made me want to do other things to him, and to let him do other things to me. And the only thought that was nagging at me was that I was the only one in the room that was still wearing pants.
“You’re going to make me cum, baby.”
They were sweet words but they were also a surprise. I knew I was attacking him with a gusto I had never shown another man but I didn’t think it would be something a man like him would yield to so quickly. But the timing was right. Letting go of his cock was not easy—the warm throb in my hand was going right to my head. But I was still wearing pants and what I had in mind required nothing but skin touching skin.
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