Mick Sinatra: Breaking My Heart

by Mallory Monroe

  Upstairs, Mick and Roz were still lying vertically across their bed. Roz had been up briefly, long enough to brush and gargle, but was back on top of Mick. And though barely awake, Mick was kissing her. He also had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and was pulling them down below her bare ass, as they kissed. And then he started rubbing her ass, as his tongue slinked with hers and their heads moved from side to side in a long, sensual smack. He moved one finger inside of her, giving her clit a workout too, as they kissed. It felt so good, and they were groaning so sensually, that Mick’s erection became too hard to tame. He knew it had to go somewhere for relief. And he knew exactly where that somewhere was.

  He entered Roz without touching his penis. It guided itself inside of her. And when it entered her, and Mick began to stroke in that sensual, circular way he did, Roz’s eyes fluttered with delight. And then she began to ride his rod. She pressed her hands down on his broad shoulders, and drew her legs up until her knees were along his thighs, and she rode that thick, stiff rod.

  “Yeah, baby,” Mick said as she rode him, and he lifted her shirt, lifted her bra, and lifted his head just enough to suck her breasts.

  When Mick began sucking her, and as his rod seemed to grown even larger inside of her, her will broke. And her orgasm came like a seismic shift. Every muscle in her body roared with delight. Her groans rose, and carried, as she came. Until Mick lifted up even higher, pulled her down closer to him, and came too.

  They laid there, afterwards, until the throbbing ebbed. And then Roz reached over to the nightstand, grab wipes she kept for the twins’ use upstairs, and began to clean Mick’s penis.

  But Mick had a different way to clean Roz. Instead of accepting the cloth she was handing to him, he playfully threw her onto her back.

  She laughed. “Mick, what are you doing?” she asked.

  But Mick knew exactly what he was doing. He moved his head between her legs, and began licking her clean.

  “Oh,” Roz said with joy in her voice. “Okay.”

  “This way okay?” he asked, as he licked her.

  “Better than okay,” Roz said with a smile on her face.

  But Mick was all serious. He placed his hands beneath her butt cheeks and licked until he had licked her dry. He licked until she was groaning again, and his rod, still red from their previous onslaught, was aroused again.

  But knocks on their bedroom door prevented any further activity.

  Mick lifted his head from between his wife’s legs with a look of irritation on his face. “Brilliant,” he said.

  “It could be about Joey,” Roz reminded him.

  Mick agreed, and his expression changed. “Who is it?” he yelled.

  “Your brother,” Charles responded.

  Mick and Roz looked at each other. “Already?” she asked. “It’s nearly a seven-hour drive from Jericho to Philly. He must have gotten on the road as soon as you called.”

  “When I call, he comes,” Mick said with what Roz could detect was a touch of pride in his voice. “But he didn’t drive. I sent the plane.” Then he yelled to his brother, “just a sec,” and tapped Roz on the ass. “Pull up your pants,” he said, as they both got out of bed.

  Mick put back on his own pants as Roz pulled down her bra, pulled down her shirt, and pulled up her jeans. She tossed the wipe in the waste basket and Mick went and unlocked their bedroom door. When he saw his brother, Roz saw his face light up.

  “Am I interrupting something?” Charles asked with a smile on his face. He knew he was.

  “Not a thing,” Mick said, as he opened the door wider. “Come on in.”

  Charles walked on in and made his way to Roz with a mischievous grin on his handsome face.

  Roz smiled too. Who were they fooling? “Hey brother-in-law,” she said happily as she and Charles embraced. “How are you?”

  “I’m good, especially now that I’m here and I see you two in one piece.”

  Mick walked and stood next to Roz. He always seemed awkward whenever Charles was around, it seemed to Roz. As if he didn’t know his place. He always seemed slightly less overwhelming. “How’s the family?” she asked Charles. “Everybody good? Jenay? Brent? Everybody?”

  “Everybody’s good,” Charles said. “Thanks for asking. “Everybody’s recovered nicely, thank God, and Jenay’s just fine.”

  “How does Bobby like running the town?” Mick asked.

  “He loves it. But he’s up for election soon. He was appointed by the previous mayor, with an assist from me. Now he’s got to earn it on his own merits. And Brent’s back doing what he loves.”

  “He’s chief of police again,” Roz said.

  “Right,” said Charles. “He’s still terrorizing our citizens.”

  Mick laughed.

  “Gloria has such a crush on Brent,” Roz said. “She thinks he personifies gorgeousness.”

  But Charles was shaking his head. “She can forget it. Brent like those big women, if Makayla is any indication. Or what is the politically correct term? Voluptuous? Yeah, he likes strong, voluptuous women. Glo’s strong, I’ll give her that. But she’s too small for Brent.”

  “How’s Makayla anyway?” Mick asked. “She okay?”

  “She’s okay. She and Brent are having their issues, I’m not going to pretend they aren’t. But he’s hanging in there.”

  Roz smiled. “You make it sound as if it’s a burden being married to Makayla.”

  Charles smiled. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, and they laughed.

  “Anyway,” Roz said, “I know you guys want to have a conversation, so I’ll be downstairs.”

  “Alright, babe,” Mick said, and both men watched as she left, closing the door behind her.

  “Now that’s what I call a special lady,” Charles said. “I praised God when you hitched your wagon to hers.”

  Mick began walking toward the sitting area near the back of the massive bedroom. “Some would say the victory was when she hitched her wagon to mine,” he said with a smile.

  “Some would say that, yes,” Charles said. “But I’m not saying it.”

  Mick chuckled. They sat in the chairs in front of the fireplace. And Charles leaned forward. “Teddy said there’s been no word whatsoever from Joey. That right?”

  “It’s true,” Mick said, crossing his legs. “I’ve got every man available on the case. They’ll find him.”

  “Why is he working against his own father, Mick? That’s what I don’t understand.”

  “I haven’t been an ideal father,” Mick said.

  “Far from it,” Charles agreed.

  “That shit lingers for life,” Mick continued. “But I don’t know if that’s what’s driving Joey. He just wants to be a gangster any way he can.”

  “You took him under your wings. That’s not enough for him?”

  “Apparently not.” Then Mick exhaled. “They break my heart, Charlie.”

  Charles was astounded to hear his brother speak this way. He stared at him.

  “I broke theirs when they were kids,” Mick continued, “now it seems as if it’s their turn. I wish I could have been half the man you were when I was having children.”

  “You were too wild back then, Mick. You didn’t, how can I phrase it?”

  “I didn’t give a fuck,” Mick said.

  “There ya’ go,” Charles said. “But at some point, it’s over. Each child for himself. Grow the hell up time.”

  Then Charles exhaled. The meat of the matter time. “Speaking of growing up,” he said, “what in the world is this about Amelia? Are you certain it’s her?”

  “No. I’m not certain at all. I can only go by what Angelo’s telling me at this point.”

  “Angelo,” Charles said as if it were a cancerous word. “Where is he?”

  “In one of my safe houses.”

  Charles frowned. “Your safe house? Mick!”

  “Don’t Mick me! His people tried to kill my son. And then they tried to take me out too. At least that’
s what I know until I know differently.”

  “He’s denying it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Ang usually tell it straight.”

  “I know. I’m investigating.”

  “But you said yourself that woman everybody thought was his wife, the one whose death they tried to pin on Teddy, isn’t his wife, right?”

  “Right,” Mick said.

  “How did you figure that one out?”

  “I knew her. I knew she wasn’t married to Ang.”

  “What do you mean you knew her?” Charles asked. Then he caught himself. “Never mind,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m no saint either. I can’t judge. When is the meeting with this woman you think might be Amelia?”

  “Tomorrow morning,” Mick said. “She thinks she’s making a drug deal with Teddy. But we’ll be ready.”

  “Ready to do what?” Charles asked. “Meet her? Kill her? Hug her? What?”

  “Whatever the situation calls for,” Mick responded.

  And Charles, fully understanding, nodded his head.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  The SUV, its windows heavily tinted, pulled up behind the limousine. Teddy was the driver, and his father and uncle were in the backseat. Mick looked around at their surroundings. This was the kind of place his sons frequented. They were in South Philly, on a side street seemingly designated for drug deals, it seemed to Mick.

  Teddy, well familiar with the protocol, exhaled. “This is where I get out,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “She’s in that limo.”

  “Be careful,” Charles said. “Just because she may be related to you is no reason to let your guard down.”

  “Yes, sir, Big Daddy. I hear you.”

  “Well hear this,” Mick said harshly, and then settled back down. “Be careful,” he added.

  Teddy didn’t understand why both of them were so antsy, but he nodded. And looked at his father through the rearview. A man who came all the way to Paris just to bring him back home, risking his life, was a man, Teddy now believed, who loved him deeply. “I will, Pop,” he said, grabbed the briefcase off of the passenger seat beside him, and got out of the SUV.

  Mick leaned forward as his son began walking toward the limousine. His heart was pounding.

  Inside the limo, Amelia Valtone sat in the backseat decked down in all things Prada. From her diamonds to her fur coat, she was not interested in being considered anything less than the boss. Even Teddy, who got into the limo and sat beside her, was impressed. With her white fur coat and white fur hat against her brown skin, she was a very attractive lady. So attractive that he once, when they first met, tried to hit on her. She turned him down cold. He was now grateful for that turndown.

  “You have my merchandise?” he asked after sitting down.

  “You have my money?” She was all business, and Teddy always liked that about her.

  Teddy handed her the briefcase. She opened it, and looked at the bills. Unlike others, she always counted her money in its entirety.

  Ted looked at her long nails, as she thumbed through every bill stack, and then looked into her face. He couldn’t say that he saw either his father or his uncle in her face, but he did see, oddly enough, some of Gloria in her. Just around the eyes was a glint there. But nothing more than that. He just always saw Amelia as a tough black woman who’d just as soon kill you than deal with any of your bullshit. He was always on his Ps and Qs around her.

  “Okay,” Amelia said after counting every dollar. “It’s all here.”

  But Teddy saw the signal. He saw her driver give a nod of his head. Teddy began pulling out his gun even as Amelia began reaching on the floor to grab the bag of cocaine she was supposed to be giving to him. Only a car suddenly turned onto the street from behind the limo, shocking Teddy, and sped past the limo as if its’ actual target was the SUV containing Mick and Charles. And then the limo driver turned with a gun in his hand, ready to take Teddy out too.

  But Teddy was ready, and he took out the driver instead, shooting him in the head. Amelia had her hand on a gun that was positioned on top of the duffle bag supposedly filled with cocaine, but Teddy quickly, upon shooting the driver, turned his weapon on Amelia. “Don’t try it,” he warned. “My old man wants you alive, but only if its’ possible. Don’t make it impossible.”

  Amelia, nobody’s fool, knew when the gig was up. She placed her hands where he could see them.

  But gunfire erupted outside of the limo, as the gunmen in the car opened fire on the SUV. Teddy, stunned, yelled for Amelia to call them off. “Stop them!” he yelled as the gunmen shot mercilessly. They pumped bullet after bullet after bullet into that SUV. Teddy knew right away that his father and uncle did not stand a chance. And he knew he had to make a move, or he wouldn’t either.

  Just as he was about to grab her and get out of the car, holding her hostage to stave off her gunmen, the shooting ceased. Teddy watched as the gunmen, four men strong, stepped out of the car to access the damage. It was extensive. There had to be fifty bullet holes in that SUV, and every window in it shattered.

  “You see,” Amelia said. “There’s no use. They will come for you next, so you may as well surrender now.”

  But just when she suggested surrender, and just when the gunmen looked inside the shattered windows of the SUV for a closer look at what they assumed would be the dead bodies of Mick the Tick and Big Daddy Charles Sinatra, they suffered what Teddy could only describe as a reversal of fortune.

  Mick and Charles came out from behind the SUV, with sawed off shotguns both, and began blasting away. They took out all four gunmen without batting an eye. They shot them the way those gunmen thought they had killed the Sinatras. They overdid it on purpose.

  And then Teddy, satisfied that his father and uncle had the outside scene well in hand, looked at Amelia Valtone. “You see,” he said, echoing her own words, “there’s no use. They will come for you next. You may as well accept your fate.”

  Then he laughed, and looked in awe at his two badass role models.

  But what was funny to Teddy, was all business to Mick and Charles. As soon as the last gunmen fell, they hurried to the limo.

  “I’m okay,” Teddy yelled as soon as his uncle opened the driver side door, and tossed the driver out. “Get behind the wheel, Teddy,” Charles ordered, and Teddy got out of the limo just as his father got in.

  Mick sat in the seat across from Amelia, while Charles climbed in and sat beside Mick. They both couldn’t help it. They were staring at her. Teddy got behind the wheel.

  Although Teddy didn’t see any Sinatra in Amelia, Mick and Charles easily saw it. They saw it as if they were seeing a ghost. They saw their mother in her. And it spooked them.

  “Where do you want me to take her, Pop?” Teddy asked as he cranked up the limo.

  No response from either man.

  “Pop?” Ted asked again. “Where should I take her?”

  “Home,” Mick said, with pain in his voice.

  Teddy glanced through the rearview mirror to make sure his father was okay, as he drove away.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Roz and Gloria stood up when Teddy walked through the front door. Both of their hearts were pounding. “Where’s your father?” Roz asked anxiously.

  “Where’s Daddy?” asked Gloria too.

  “He’s okay,” Teddy reassured them. “He’s in the meeting room at the guest house. Roz, he wants you there with him. He ordered me to stay here in the main house with Gloria and the twins”

  “She’s there?” Roz asked. “They have her?”

  Teddy nodded. “They have her. Her people tried to take all of us out, though,” Teddy added, “but they have her.”

  Roz nodded. The close calls her husband had to endure often terrified her, but she was grateful he dodged the bullet again. Then she began heading upstairs.

  Teddy was baffled. “Roz, I told you he wants you in the meeting room.”

  “I heard you,” Roz said, and kept going upstai
rs.

  Gloria looked at Teddy. “Dad okay for real?”

  “He’s okay. He can’t take his eyes off of his sister, but he’s okay.”

  “So it’s true?” Gloria asked. “She really is kin to us?”

  “The way Dad and Big Daddy’s acting, yeah. I would say so.”

  “And what do you mean her people tried to take you guys out? What does that mean?”

  “It means, little sister,” Teddy said, heading for the sofa, “that you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about that.”

  Gloria, walking behind Teddy, grabbed a pillow off of the chair and threw it at him. Teddy, smiling, fell onto the sofa. He was so exhausted, and so antsy, that he remained where he dropped: prone on the couch.

  Roz returned downstairs with a small bag in her hand.

  “What’s that?” Teddy asked, but Roz didn’t respond. She headed around back, through the dining hall and then the kitchen and then out through the patio doors. Teddy looked at Gloria, who had plopped down in the chair. “Wonder what Roz has?”

  “Knowing Ma,” Gloria said, “and since that woman already threatened her man, it’s probably a gun.”

  Teddy smiled, and then laughed.

  Outback, as Roz made her way around the well-lit, well-fortified pool area to the last guest house in a row of guest houses, she saw Mick standing outside of the house waiting for her arrival. Her heart relaxed more when she saw that he was okay. But her concern returned when she saw that he was puffing on a cigarette. Mick rarely smoked, but did take a few puffs whenever he was overly stressed. She suspected it wasn’t the close call that took him over. He had too many close calls and was accustomed to that lifestyle. But seeing his sister again, if, indeed, this woman was his sister, apparently was a more distressing matter.

  He dropped his cigarette and smashed it underfoot when he saw Roz making her way toward him. His heart swelled with emotion when he saw her again, as the thought of how close he came to never seeing her ever again, nor his children, intensified with her presence. He needed to get out of this game, he thought. It was affecting him too mightily now.