Luke continued to stare at the barrel of that gun. “What are you doing?” he asked his son again.
“You killed my mother!” Charles screamed.
“Fuck your mother!” Luke screamed back. “She betrayed me! What did you think I was going to do?”
“But you didn’t have to kill her!” Tears were dropping down Charles’s face. He hated that he was crying, but like everything else tonight, he couldn’t stop himself.
“Put that gun down, Charles,” Luke warned.
“You took her away from us.” Charles wiped the tears away. Then he frowned. He knew he had to keep his composure. “You took her away.”
“I’m not telling you again boy. Put it down, Charles.”
“I can’t. I’m not putting it down.”
“You heard me boy!”
No!” Charles yelled. He was not going to obey tonight. “You killed her! You killed our mother. Our mother! You can’t just walk away from something like that!”
“This has nothing to do with you! Nothing! Now get your ass back in that house and get back in there now! And take Sprig and Mick with you. I mean it, Charles! Get back in that house. I’ve got to go.”
Luke began to open the door of his truck in total disregard of his son. He was getting away from there and he was getting away now. But Charles pumped that shotgun without hesitation and fired a bullet within an inch of Luke Sinatra’s dusty old boot.
Luke jumped as if he had ants in his pants, and looked at his son. He was beyond stunned. “What in the sand hell do you think you’re doing? You just shot at me!”
“Sprig,” Charles said to his sister as he continued to aim that gun at his father, “call the police.”
“You stay right where you are, Sprig,” her father ordered, pointing at her.
“Call the police, Sprig,” her brother urged again.
“Don’t you dare, Sprig,” her father ordered.
And Sprig just stood there. Torn between her father, whom she loved but feared, and the brother she loved. Stunned too.
Then Charles yelled, “Sprig!” and it shook his sister’s attention. “Get the police here and get them here now! He killed our mother. We can’t let him get away with that!”
And in the spur of that moment, Sprig decided to cast her lot with Charles. She took off running into the house.
Poor little Mick. He was unsure if he should run behind his big sister or stay with his big brother. He decided on Charles. He stayed put.
But Charles kept that gun on his father. He didn’t trust his father to do the right thing.
Luke kept his eyes on Charles. He didn’t trust his son to do the wrong thing.
It was not fair, but life for Charles Sinatra and his siblings changed forever that night in Jericho. Charles was only thirteen, but he had grit. Somebody in that family had to have it. Given Mick’s youth and Sprig’s immaturity, Charles didn’t feel he had a choice. His mother was dead. His mother’s lover was dead. And before the year was out his father, proven wrong again, would be sentenced to Life in prison without the possibility of parole. By a jury in Jericho County. But even that didn’t ease the pain. His father took his mother away from him. His mother was dead. That could never be avenged.
And years later, when people would believe that his father was dead too, although his father was still very much alive, Charles would never disabuse them of their belief. When they would assume that Salvatore Luciano Sinatra, better known as Luke, had died in prison because his son never again so much as mentioned his name, Charles would never correct their false assumption. Because he was dead to Charles. Because on that night in 1974, his father had a choice to make, and he chose to kill his wife.
But Charles Sinatra was not given a choice. He couldn’t weigh his options because there were no options to weigh. He had to hold his own father to account. From that day onward, he would hold himself and everybody else, no matter who they were, to account too.
He became a man that night.
A hard, ruthless, merciless man.
CHAPTER ONE
September 13, 2010
One more hour, he thought as he stood in the shower stall and splayed his hands against the tiles. The warm water careened all over his tanned body and puddled beneath his feet. Charles Sinatra was not a morning person. He would give anything right now if he could lay across his bed for just one more hour. But he couldn’t. He had to settle a tenant dispute that just erupted, and he had to meet Jenay for some major meeting with a new competitor across town. There was no more hours left.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel off the rack. But just as he began to dry his face, a familiar voice said, “I can’t believe you’re up,” and he stopped mid-wipe. And he walked over to his bathroom’s open door and looked into the master bedroom. It was his wife, Jenay, who had left for work some four hours earlier, sitting on the edge of the bed. She had on a mauve-colored skirt suit, a pair of matching heels, and had her crossed leg shaking. Charles looked down at her toned dark-brown thighs and that unseen gap between her legs he knew so well. Then he looked up at her beautiful, smiling face. “What are you doing back here?” he asked her.
“I was certain I would have to wake you up so you would be on time for that meeting. I’m stunned you’re up already.”
“See?” Charles said with an attractive smile of his own. He continued to dry his naked body as he walked further into their huge bedroom. “I told you I’m full of surprises.”
“Surprise indeed,” she said. “I thought I’d have a hell of a time getting you up. But you’re up already. I am impressed.” Then she had another thought. “Don’t tell me you’re that worried?”
Charles frowned. “Worried about what?”
“What? The meeting with Matt Dellum, Charles. His bed and breakfast could give ours a run for its money, there’s no doubt about that. I’m thinking he wants to meet with us to see if we’d be open to some kind of merger.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking too. But he’s wasting his time.”
“Wasting it big time,” Jenay agreed. “All that work my staff and I put into turning Jericho Inn around. He can forget that. But if it’s not about the meeting, why are you already up?”
Charles was at his underwear drawer. “I can’t get up early every now and then without some major reason?”
“Early, Charlie? Only you would think that ten o’clock in the morning is early. You and maybe Brent. And the answer to your question is no, you can’t get up early every now and then because you never get up early every now and then.”
Charles laughed. She knew him too well. “I received an urgent phone call. I need to see a tenant before the meeting.”
“To get him signed in?”
“To kick her ass out,” Charles said. “Yet another bleeding heart cop refuses to do his job and serve the eviction. I’ve got to do it myself.”
“Now that’s a shame,” Jenay said. “I thought Brent told me he was going to change that policy when he became chief of police, and he’s been chief for over two months already. He knows his men aren’t supposed to call you to do their jobs for them. It’s their job to execute those vacate orders.”
“I know. But none of them have the balls to do so. They’re too close to my tenants. They don’t have the heart to throw them out.”
Jenay leaned back, with her two hands spread with palm down behind her, giving her body some leverage. But it was a move that caused Charles to be more aware of that fantastic body of hers. He looked down again, at her legs and that gap between them, and up at her sizeable breasts.
“Funny thing is,” she said, unaware of the sudden changed expression on his face, “they think they’re all heart and you’re the heartless one. They figure, since you don’t care, kicking out tenants is a piece of cake for you.”
“That’s what they think,” he said, as he began drying off his dick. “And it is a piece of cake when tenants don’t hold up their end of the bargain. But I care
.”
He continued to stare at his wife’s body, and to dry off his already dried off penis. “Nice get up,” he finally said.
Jenay looked down, where his eyes had roamed, at her nice-fitting skirt suit. “Thanks. I like it too. Don’t you remember? You bought it for me when you were in New York last summer, which I thought was so sweet. The idea that Big Daddy Sinatra would take time out of his packed schedule just to go shopping for clothes for me, blew me away. I still like the thought of that.” But when she looked back up smiling, and saw that Charles was no longer drying his penis, but was actually rubbing it, and it was already stiffening, she realized why he made such a comment. It had nothing to do with the clothing she wore, and everything to do with what was beneath the clothing.
She began shaking her head. “Don’t even think about it, Charlie.”
He began walking toward her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sitting up straight again. “I’m serious. I also have to make a stop before that meeting with Dellum.”
“You can give me some first.” He was completely up to her now, and completely aroused. His dick was literally in her face.
“Charlie,” she said, but her look lingered, not on his face, but on his extensive extension. And suddenly the impossible became possible. “There’s no time,” she said as if she was rethinking it even as she said it.
Charles knew her too well. “Lick it,” he said in a voice that now sounded sensual.
She remembered how that very dick felt inside of her just last night, and how she would love that feeling again.
“Lick it,” he said again.
She stared at his now stiff penis as it poked out like a massive finger pointing at her. Getting up and leaving, as she had thought to do, was impossible now.
But when she did as he instructed, and gave his shaft one long, sweet lick, kissing it at the head, he took her by the shoulders, stood her up, and kissed her instead.
She could feel the stiffness of his erection against her stomach as he kissed her. Charles never did anything halfway and although she knew he was probably still groggy, he was going all-out even now. He kissed her long and he kissed her hard. He lifted her skirt around her waist, placed his hand inside her panties, and began to massage her as he kissed her.
She moaned as he massaged and kissed her. He groaned and rubbed his dick against her as he felt her vaginal juices begin to pool around his fingers and make that thick-cream sound he loved to hear. He knew when his dick entered her and his pre-cum mixed with her wetness the sound was going to get even louder, and just the thought of it turned him on even more.
He took his second hand and massaged her tight ass as he kissed and fingered her. This was his woman, and the thought that she was all his did things to his head. Up top, his head couldn’t stop thinking about how fortunate he was. He never dreamed, after that disaster of a marriage he endured with his first wife, that he could ever find anybody to love that deeply again. Jenay’s heart and courage and love itself surpassed his expectations by leaps and bounds.
And down below, his other head was not thinking at all, but was throbbing in anticipation of getting inside of her. He wanted her vaginal juices to saturate his penis, creating those wonderful love sounds like a love song, and give him that climax that always took him to another place. And as he kissed her, and massaged her ass, and fingered her clit, he knew it was time to go there. He couldn’t wait.
He pulled her panties down, and she, dutiful wife that she was, didn’t have to be told. She stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. And he laid her on her back on the bed, ready to enter her. But when he saw that her ass was on the edge of the bed, and her legs were now open so wide that he could see her wetness, he couldn’t resist. He got on his knees. But instead of licking her and taking it slow and easy, he ate her. He put his mouth inside of her wetness and ate her hard.
“Charlie!”
She squeezed the unmade bedding and nearly pulled it to the floor as he went down on her with a ferocity that took her near her breaking point. But he didn’t break her. He reserved that pleasure for his dick and his dick alone.
He stood up and, without preamble, thrust his dick inside of her.
She lifted again, at the impact of his thrust alone, and then leaned back down and settled into Charles’s expert rhythm. He unbuttoned her jacket and her blouse and sucked her breasts as he fucked her. He moved her further onto the bed, laid down on top of her, and took them to that edge-of-cum sexiness that both of them loved. They had places to go and people to see, but they didn’t care. They were going to enjoy this.
Charles had an overactive libido, where he seemed to want it almost all the time, but she now realized just how much she was following in his footsteps. He couldn’t get enough of her sex, but she couldn’t get enough of his either. She used to think it would never happen. She didn’t think she could ever match his sexual prowess. She used to joke that she married a rabbit, not a man. But the way she’d been acting lately, he apparently married one too.
She wrapped her arms around his naked body and allowed him to fuck her, and keep her on that edge of cum, for as long as he could hold out. And he always held out longer than any other man she’d ever been with.
But when it became too much, when holding out was about to become painful, he moved in even deeper, began fucking her even harder, and then he looked at her gorgeous face. The mixed saturation of her juices and his pre-cum were creating louder sounds now. And he knew it was just a matter of seconds. He knew she was not going to be able to feel that saturation, and to feel the force his gyrations over and over again, without cumming and cumming real soon.
She came. She came with that hard grunt-squeeze he loved. Her body tensed up, her vagina began jumping, and she paved the way for him.
He came too. Harder than even she could manage it. His stomach pushed in and out, and his muscles clenched, and he came with a powerful cum. He saturated her pussy, and poured out of her too. And he kept on pumping. His dick was white with foam, as he entered her and gathered more cum around his rod, and went back in. He kept on fucking her. Until even he had nothing left. That was what she loved about Charles. He always, no matter what the circumstance, gave her his all.
When it was finally over, he was still on top of her, and his dick was still throbbing from the release. He looked at her. “You’re going to have to change clothes again,” he said. “You know that.”
“And shower too,” she responded, running her hand through his thick hair. “Both of us.”
“You don’t mind that my horny ass made you late?”
She smiled, looked at his face. “After what you just gave to me? No way.”
“What if this Matt Dellum wants you to kiss his ass for making him wait?”
“He can kiss my ass,” Jenay said. “If he wants to go there, he can certainly kiss it.”
But Charles was shaking his head. “Nope,” he said, getting up. “Nobody’s kissing that ass but me.”
Jenay laughed. And he lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the shower.
After showering together and dressing, they began walking downstairs.
“I took Bonita to school this morning,” Jenay said.
“You usually take her to school,” Charles replied.
“But I wanted to meet with her teacher. Every time we scheduled, she canceled on us, remembered? Something always came up. So I wanted to meet without asking first.”
“How did it go?” Charles asked as they walked. Bonita was their eight-year-old. She was in third grade at the most prestigious private school in Jericho.
“It was all kinds of crazy,” Jenay said. “You know what her beef was with Nita?”
“What?”
“She said Bonita Sinatra asks too many questions.”
Charles frowned. “Get out of here!”
“Yeah, right? I told that teacher asking questions were a good thing. Nita’s an inquisitive girl. She’s smart.
Of course she’s going to ask a lot of questions.”
“That’s all you told her?”
“Then I went to the principal,” Jenay said. “Even the principal realized that teacher was over her head.”
“Good,” Charles said.
“She’s been reassigned out of the gifted program.”
Charles stopped walking and looked at his wife. “They reassigned Bonita? Are you kidding me?”
“Not Nita! Her teacher. Her teacher was reassigned.”
“Oh,” Charles said, and they kept on walking.
Jenay smiled. “You never fly off the handle,” she said, “unless your little girl is involved.”
Charles smiled too. “The first daughter I’ve ever had,” he said. “I aim to get it right the first time.”
Jenay loved his devotion to not only Bonita, the girl they had together, but to his grown sons as well. He was even devoted to Carly and Ash, Jenay’s two stepdaughters from her first marriage whom she and Charles adopted. Right now, they both were in college in Boston: Carly at Harvard, and Ash at a private liberal arts school that catered to bright students with low GPAs, but had wealthy parents. Ash was almost as bright as her younger sister Carly, but she was an unrepentant party girl. When it came to selecting a college, she had to take what she could get.
A Jeep Wrangler drove up in the circular driveway just as Charles and Jenay walked out of the family home and made their way to Jenay’s car. Donald Sinatra, Charles’s youngest son, got out.
“What are you doing here?” Charles asked him.
“Why aren’t you at the Inn?” Jenay asked him.
“I’m off today, remember?” Donald was of average height and, unlike his brothers, he was far more slender than muscular. And unlike his father’s dark hair and green eyes, Donald had blonde hair and blue eyes that always reminded Charles of his ex-wife. His ex-wife, Arianna Sinatra, was serving a twenty-year stint in prison.
“Every time I turn around you’re off,” Charles said.
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