My Life for Yours

by Margaret McHeyzer

  “Stop moving, Frankie, I’m trying to rub here.”

  “You’re doing a good job, rub lower and you’ll be doing a better job.” I smirk as I hear him ‘tsk’ me.

  “Frankie.”

  “Hmmm, I love your hands.”

  “Frankie.”

  “Just keep rubbing.”

  “Frankie!”

  What the fuck.

  I jolt awake and look around the room. Jeremy’s sitting up in bed and has the biggest Cheshire grin I’ve ever seen.

  “Was I asleep?” I yawn and stretch my arms above my head.

  “You were, Darling and I was quite enjoying the dream you were having.”

  I rub my hands over my face trying to wake up when I stopped mid-way. “You mean I was saying all those things while I was sleeping?”

  “Oh no, you weren’t just saying things,” he moves his eyebrows suggestively. “I think it went something like ‘just keep rubbing’, rubbing Frankie. That word alone caused my cock to swell up.” He moves the covers and sure enough I’m greeted with an undressed very impressive thick hard fleshy cock.

  “Did I wake you, Senator?” I eye his body as he lies back in bed.

  “Yes you did.” He brings his arms behind his head.

  “Well I woke you and I’m horny so maybe I can do something for you.”

  “Wrap your lips around my cock and suck me dry, my sexy dirty girl.” His voice changes into that tone that sends me into the carefree zone.

  “Yes please,” I groan as I move my hand to grip him.

  “Did I say your hand or your lips?” Fuck me. My damn heart takes off out of the room and I run my tongue over my teeth as I half smile and eye Jeremy. He’s got an arrogant look but I know he’s just playing the role I’m allowing him to have.

  “Yes, Sir.” I duck my head down and suck him all the way in. The furious contact makes him grunt as he inhales a deep breath. As I pull back slowly I scrape my teeth up the sides until just the head is in my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the head, down the slit and flatten my tongue and lick from side to side just under the head.

  “Fuck yeah, your wet mouth is magic. Keep going until I come down your throat.” My slit instantly starts throbbing and my body slowly burns for its own release. But this is for Jeremy, I know he won’t leave me unsatisfied, he only ever did that once.

  With his cock in my hand I move my position so I can watch him watch me give him the best damn head job of his life. He opens his legs for me to go between them and as I move down I take my tee shirt off so I can rub my breasts all over his body. When I’m comfortable, I let go of him and push my breasts together, I lean down and allow his cock in the valley of them start stroking it with the softness of my breasts.

  “Holy shit, Frankie. If you keep going I’ll shoot cum all over your tits. And I want you licking me clean.” I keep the action going until I notice that Jeremy’s eyes are just starting to close. I pull away and cover him with my mouth again remaining with full eye contact. “Perfect,” he huffs out as his hands weave in my hair. He starts moving my head to a speed he wants but I’m setting the tempo and I want to drive him mad. He tries to speed me up, so I slow it down. He tries to thrust up, so I pull away.

  Removing my mouth from his cock he tries to pull my head further onto him.

  “All good things,” I mumble as I lick his balls. I take them both into my mouth and let my tongue dance over them. I suck them and Jeremy lets out a raw animalistic noise, like a lion calling for his mate. I lick them slowly but with force and Jeremy roars again. My Senator likes it when I use my mouth on his balls. He thrusts up and his cock has pre cum gathering at the slit. I lick the cum but I make sure that no other part of my mouth is touching him. This gets too much for Jeremy; he grabs my hair and pushes my head down on his cock. His cock has that salty taste as he hits the back of my throat. I allow him to fuck my mouth as I swirl my tongue and nip gently with my teeth.

  “I’m about to come.” He pre warns me as he moves his hips up, I hollow my cheeks and drive my teeth into the base as he strokes his cock with my mouth. I feel the first stream hit the back of my throat and Jeremy lets my hair go as he relaxes into the bed. But I don’t stop there; instead I impale my mouth harder onto him and swirl around his cock as his body takes over. “Shit,” he growls in a feral tone. But I repeat that and slide my mouth up and down his cock again, and I’m rewarded with the last stream of his cum. Instantly he begins to soften in my mouth but I keep the licking going, knowing his cock is highly sensitive right now. “You have to stop, Frankie. That was amazing. Thank you.” I move away and lie down next to him. He entwines our fingers together and kisses my knuckles.

  “You’re welcome. I hope you enjoyed that.”

  “Enjoyed that? Frankie I love you so much. I love licking your delicious lips so let me kiss you.” We kiss like we’ve both been deprived and I move away as Jeremy catches his breath.

  I lie on my side and trace the tattoo of the dagger on Jeremy’s ribs. He shivers a little as I lightly touch him.

  “Tell me about the dagger,” I say as I kiss him on the handle of the knife.

  “I got it to remind me how quick people are to stab you in the back.”

  “It’s like you speak from experience, Senator.”

  “My father was always being screwed by someone left, right and centre. He was a good honest man and someone always wanted a piece of him.”

  Oh shit.

  Here goes.

  “Um,” I still my movements and sit up on the bed cross legged. Jeremy looks at me and knits his eyebrows together.

  “What is it, Frankie?” He becomes suspicious and moves to mimic my position.

  “About your father.”

  “What about my father?”

  “How much do you really know about him?”

  “A good family man, worked hard to provide for Mom and me. The most trustworthy and honest Congressman there’s ever been. I’ve always wanted to be like him, he’s always been a good man, which is why I became a Senator.”

  “He wasn’t always a good man, Jeremy.”

  Jeremy propels himself off the bed and grabs his boxers from the ground. He goes and stands by the French door that opens to the beach and he leans one hand up against the door jamb. “What do you know?” He asks me.

  “Once I tell you, there’s no unhearing it.”

  “I’m a big fucking boy, Frankie. No need to treat me like a child.”

  “Your father wasn’t as clean as you think.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “He was on my father’s take.”

  Jeremy straightens up and looks at me with raised eyebrows and eyes as large as saucers.

  “Excuse me? My father knew your father?”

  “Not only knew him but was being paid for favors.”

  “Sorry, you’re mistaken. Your information’s wrong.”

  “There’s sort of more to the story.”

  “More?” He starts pacing and he runs his hand over his face then through his hair.

  “This is the part you’re not going to like.”

  “I don’t like what you’ve just said. Actually I don’t fucking believe you either.”

  “Believe what you want, Jeremy. I’m telling you what I know.” I’m now standing and I try to stop his pacing by standing in his path but he keeps going around me, averting me. “Jeremy, you need to stop so I can tell you this next part,” I dress in my shorts and tee shirt.

  “What is it? That your father had my father killed?” He starts laughing but when he sees my detached and sombre look, he stops laughing and stills his movement. “Your father had my father killed?” This time his tone is quieter and he’s begging me to correct him that, in fact, it didn’t happen that way.

  “Yes,” I confirm his worst nightmare.

  Within seconds he’s grabbed me around the arms, his fingers digging into me and he’s shaking me while yelling, “What the fuck are you playing at, DeLuca?” He keeps
repeating the line and his embrace on me is getting more restricting.

  “You’re hurting me, Jeremy,” I shout at him as I look him straight in the eye but don’t back down.

  “I don’t fucking care.” He yells in my face. Spittle covers me as the anger’s morphing into something more sinister and uncontrollable. “You fucking killed him.” He’s continuing to yell when G bursts through the door and peels Jeremy away from me. Jeremy lunges at me with hands in fists ready to hit me. G steps in front of him and takes the first hit that was meant for me but G doesn’t falter, he retaliates and punches Jeremy to the chin. Jeremy stumbles back but comes towards G again with even more anger, I know that glint in his eye, like a man possessed and determined to kill. G straightens his shoulders and digs his heels further into the floor, this time with a left hook and right jab Jeremy falls on the ground.

  “Jeremy, I had to tell you.”

  “Don’t fucking talk to me.” He rubs his chin.

  I go to kneel in front of him but G catches my arm and moves me behind him in a protective stance.

  “He won’t hurt me, G.”

  “He went to punch you,” G spits as his eyes haven’t left Jeremy.

  “He’s angry because I told him.”

  “About his father?” G asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “It doesn’t matter. There’s no reason to ever lift a hand to a woman, Frank, especially you.”

  “I hate you,” Jeremy says without looking at me.

  “No you don’t, Jeremy, you hate the situation. You don’t hate me.”

  “Yes, DeLuca. I hate you. You are, single handily, the biggest error in my life.”

  Wow. The air leaves my body and I slump against the bed. “You don’t mean that.”

  “I need to get off this island. I’ll be gone in an hour.”

  “G,” I motion to the door for G to leave; he gives me one small nod and goes.

  I walk over to Jeremy and sit on the floor next to him.

  “Jeremy,” I try to take his hand in mine but he snatches it away. He still won’t look at me as he tries to calm his emotions by taking deep breaths.

  “I can’t stay here. I can’t be with you anymore.”

  “If that’s what you want.” Tears are building behind my eyes and it feels like he’s ripped my heart out directly through my chest.

  “That’s exactly what I want.” He stands up and pulls the remainder of his clothes on. He doesn’t take anything with him; he simply goes to the door and turns the handle. “Goodbye.” Jeremy says without even turning to look at me.

  I don’t say a word. I don’t try to move. Instead my shoulders slouch and for the first time in years I feel weak and vulnerable. Broken, I completely slump to the floor and tears freely stream down my face. They pool on the ground as my body weakens and finally gives up.

  There’s no more fight left in me.

  My body overwhelmingly crushed.

  My mind undoubtedly demolished.

  My heart undeniably fractured.

  Chapter 24

  “Frank.”

  “Go away, G, I’m not in the mood.” I’m still heaped on the floor and I definitely don’t feel like standing up and getting on with the day.

  “Frank, he’s left.”

  I take a deep breath and allow the sorrow and hurt to remain for only a few more moments. I need to keep going and push past the pain. It’s only been a few hours but I know he’s not coming back. And G’s confirmed it. All I want is to curl up into a ball and to let life consume me and overtake my broken soul. But I can’t, I still have to find who’s after me and with Jeremy gone that now puts him in the high risk category.

  I look up to G who’s standing just inside the doorway. I extend my hand to him and he smiles and walks over. He grabs my hand and helps me up. He pulls me into an embrace, something that man’s only ever done when I’ve been in extreme emotional turmoil in the past.

  “Our lifestyle’s not for everyone, Frankie.” He kisses my forehead but holds me tight.

  “I know. It’s for the best that he’s left.”

  “It’s for his best. Not for yours, but you know we can never have a relationship with anyone outside our business.”

  “I know,” I repeat again, “I know,” but this time it comes more like a sigh. “I know.” followed by tears.

  G lets me cry into his shoulder as he holds me and tries to comfort me.

  My tears finally begin to stop and the dark fuzzy cloud slowly lifts.

  Back to business.

  I push away from G and go into the bathroom. I splash water on my face and look at my reflection in the mirror.

  The strong leader of this family is starting to come back, I can tell by the eyes that stare back at me. She’s broken now but her face holds determination and her sorrow is morphing into anger. Yes ladies and gentleman, Frankie DeLuca will be back. With a vengeance.

  I straighten my shoulders and hold my head high as I walk out of the bathroom.

  G can immediately see my minor transformation. His lips turn up at the sides and he straightens his shoulders too.

  “Welcome back, Frankie. What do you want me to do?”

  “He needs protection. He’s not gonna die because of me. Pull Marko off whatever he’s doing and make sure he stays close to Jeremy. But ensure Jeremy doesn’t know he’s there. We need to find the fucker who’s trying to drive me out, G, I’m not gonna hide any longer. Get Jason and Lance back here, I need people I can trust. When they get here, pull Marko back and send Jason and Lance to protect him. Call Marko, let him know the plans. And pack cause we need to get back.” G nods once and exits the room.

  I walk into the walk-in closet and pull a few clothes off their hangers. I don’t need a lot, but there’s a few things here I want to take with me. Whilst I’m in the closet I squat down to grab a shoe that’s been kicked right to the back; it’s there I see the corner of the carpet slightly lifted.

  I push the hanging clothes out of the way and look at the carpet a little more carefully. It’s a definite attempt at concealment. I pull at the carpet and it comes away with a little tugging and pulling. Under it is a floor safe with a digital code. Curious. A floor safe in my home on an island Dad bought for me for my birthday.

  I stare at the number pad and think of the all possible combinations.

  My birth date is the most obvious, but also the one Dad wouldn’t use.

  His birth date, but again too obvious.

  Mom’s, nope, I can’t see that either seeing as I just recently found out that he was more interested in men than women.

  What’s the one constant in Dad’s life that he could use that also isn’t that obvious to everyone?

  “Frankie?” G calls out.

  G.

  Yes. G.

  “In here,” I respond and within a few seconds G’s standing in my walk in closet with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his aged face.

  “What the hell’s that?”

  I shake my head and laugh at him. “This is called a safe, G.” I patronize him.

  “I know what they are smart arse but why is there one here?” He tilts his chin towards the safe.

  “I think Dad was hiding something. I’m trying to figure out what the combination could be and there’s only one that I could even possibly consider that Dad may have set.”

  “Your birthday.”

  “That’s the most obvious, but I don’t think so. I’ve not tried it yet but I think it may be your birth date.”

  “Mine? Now I’ve got butterflies in my stomach.” He fakes a girly look by fluttering his eyelashes at me.

  “You’re a dick. Now what’s your birth date? I know it’s September 12th but what year?”

  “61.”

  “Damn, G, I know you’re old but that old?”

  “You’re a piss ant, Frankie.” I laugh at him and enter 091261. The red light stays on teasing me with what’s inside, but not wanting to open so I can finally see the secrets
that are hiding within.

  “Shit.” I hit the floor with the palm of my hand.

  “You’re so Americanized, Frankie. Old Italians don’t put the month first. They do it like the Australians do, date and month then year. Try 120961.”

  “G, you surprise me with your knowledge,” I wink at him over my shoulder as I enter the code.

  The light changes from red to green, giving me access to Pandora’s Box.

  My heart immediately flutters and my stomach’s doing roly- pollies. A huge lump rushes to my throat and my hands shake as I open the lid.

  Inside there’s a few papers and an envelope. The envelope has my name scrawled on the front in Dad’s writing. I open the papers and see they’re deeds to buildings around the world, ones I’ve never even heard of. All of them in my name and all of them in remote parts of the world. Maybe an escape route if I ever needed to run. I hand them to G as he looks them over.

  “John never told me about these,” G announces, but I’m not sure if he’s just saying the words out loud or if it’s for my benefit. I look at the envelope that’s in my hand. I turn it around and it’s been lick sealed. The envelope is non-offensive and quite thin in size. I keep turning it over as my feet have taken me out of the closet and I sit on the edge of the bed.

  I don’t want to open it because I’m not sure if what’s inside will change my opinion of my father.

  I do want to open it because let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to know?

  Here goes.

  Rip.

  Slide out the single piece of paper. My heart is going crazy.

  Open the letter. My skin cools and goose bumps.

  Read the second line. I start to shake.

  1998

  My beautiful Francesca,

  I love you so much.

  I’ve never been more proud of a moment in my life than I was the day you were born. I adored everything about you, from that thick mane of hair to your beautiful big blue eyes. I’ve been lucky enough to watch you grow into an amazing teenage girl. You stand your ground and you’re absolutely the most perfect daughter I could’ve ever asked for.

  But there are things about me that I need you to know, if you’re reading this I undoubtedly would have been killed by a rival. So I need to explain a few things to you.