by Frank, S. W.
She won!
In an explosive fit of desire he seized her and carried her to the bed, planting ferocious kisses on her face. They fell to the mattress and it squeaked under the sudden weight of their bodies. Emilio yanked the halter dress down, ripping the seam in his eagerness to view her nakedness. Her voluptuous breasts spilled out and he smiled at how beautiful she looked.
He licked her breasts and suckled lovingly on her areola then claimed her mouth to taste her strawberry scented lips. He pushed his tongue in her palette, sampling her sweetness and lost himself.
Jessica pulled at his clothes, wrestling his shirt over his head then unbuckled his trousers. He let her do it, assisting by reaching down with one hand to dislodge his legs from the trousers then kicking them to the floor. His hands peeled the dress the remaining length of her body, lifting her feet to pull it clear and it settled to the carpet alongside his discarded clothes. With an unimpeded view of her body, he saw how truly slim her waist was and the curve of her hips. He touched her skin and it was as soft as he imagined.
‘I really shouldn’t be doing this,’ he thought while kissing her throat . His apprehension was diffused when Jessica’s hands began to massage his penis and his passion escalated. He was on top of her now, explored her body with his tongue as she giggled with excitement, thrilled by what was to come.
His mind was a fog; Jessica’s sensuality blurred his senses, made him forget the penalty for his actions until her body arched and her legs parted wide for him. His senses returned. Emilio hovered there, willing himself to resist. He truly cared about her but feared Alfonzo more. She was more than a quick fuck. If he did this, he’d ruin their friendship and risk losing a great job.
Her hands gripped his waist, applying pressure, urging him through the doors of her pubic garden. He looked into the depths of her brown eyes and found ardent desire, yet for Emilio, giving in to it meant disloyalty. She applied more pressure to his sides, bringing him to the entry of her soul then raised her head forward to slowly kiss away his doubts. Her lips were wet and sweet, suckling him dry, forcing him to choose between loyalty and passion.
She whispered seductively in his mouth, “I’ve wanted you for so…so…long.”
This declaration broke him. He sucked hungrily on her tongue, reclaiming lost momentum, allowing gravity to pull him downward. His penis throbbed and pulsed as blood seemed to rush from his brain straight to this singular organ.
He wanted her badly and chose passion. He was damned to hell, but thought at least he’d have the memory of this one pleasure. Without further delay he penetrated her warm flesh and the throbbing intensified. The flirtatious games were over. He decided if she wanted a good fuck, he’d oblige. Perhaps, then she’d realize children played games but he was a hot-blooded adult male who took life very seriously. She moaned beneath him, moving frenetically to match his tempo. He hungered for Jess, secretly dreamt of this moment. It was everything he imagined and more.
Surprisingly, she took everything he gave, sexually sparring with him, nibbling on his ears and mouth. She swiveled her hips to capture every inch of his large phallus, proving they were equals in the bedroom. He feasted –and like Adam when tempted by such delicious fruit, acquiesced because he was powerless to resist.
CHAPTER NINE
Selange’s eyes opened at the arrival of dawn. The residual effects of illness began to fade, bringing a renewed appetite and eagerness to start the morning. She turned her head at the sound of Alfonzo’s heavy breathing, noticed the darkening bruise on his jaw and lifted her head to examine it. A prominent purplish contusion the size of a golf ball marred his golden skin. He’d been in a fight. It explained his sullen mood last night, or was it this morning?
She decided to address the matter later, currently; she wanted to check on Allie. The little girl slept soundly, her lips a perfect O as she clutched her favorite stuffed animal. Selange tip-toed from the bedroom and trudged downstairs for a glass of OJ.
She reached in the cabinet for her multi-vitamins, popped two in her mouth then gulped the orange juice thirstily, praying Alfonzo hadn’t done anything horrible last night. He’d worked too hard to re-establish his reputation in the community.
She rinsed the glass, strolled around the living room, picking up scattered toys and tossing them inside the small bin. The sun was setting bringing a soft glow across the floor and twinkling rays of color. Selange padded barefoot to the window, about to draw the curtains when she noticed the multihued strobe lights. Initially, she thought there was a fire on the block, but when she saw the trio of unmarked cars in the center of the street, her heart thumped so loud it hurt her ears.
Detectives looked directly at the brownstone then turned their attention to Alfonzo’s car. Her feet moved faster than wind. She raced upstairs and shook Alfonzo awake. Startled, he jumped up, eyes bloodshot and unfocused.
“What the hell?”
She put a finger to her lips, “Shhh, no questions. Is anything in the car because there are squad cars outside?”
Comprehension set in. His eyes became alert. He flew out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, reached beneath the sink and brandished a bag, “Sorry babe, but I have to get this out of the house. I’ll go out the back door.”
Her voice was controlled. “Are you thinking? The police are everywhere; they’re probably watching the exits. You can’t go anywhere but I can.”
“No way. Nope, you’re not getting involved.”
“What’s in the bag?”
“Bloody clothes.”
“Whose blood?”
“Blood…babe, of a dead man but I didn’t kill him.”
The truth was in his eyes. She believed him. “Listen, it will look incriminating if you’re caught getting rid of evidence. You’ll look guilty as hell.”
His head swiveled from side to side struggling to find an alternative solution. Alfonzo fought the wisdom of her statement, tearing it apart analytically. He concluded the risk was too great.
“No, babe…I can’t let you do it.”
“There’s no time to debate. I’ll be okay. Seriously, I’m not stupid. I can think on my feet. What choice do we have, wait for the police to come in with a search warrant to haul you off to jail?”
Selange took action. She didn’t have the details of what happened and at some point he’d tell her and at the moment she refused to allow her husband to return to jail. The last time he got detained, he nearly died. She moved to the closet. Time was of the essence. Tampering with evidence is a felony offense. To hell with the legal consequences, she told herself, keeping her family together is more important.
“Shit…okay.” He said, putting his hands atop his shiny hair, interlocking his fingers as he reluctantly surrendered. Dammit, she was right, if the police secured a search warrant and found the items, they’d connect him to the shootings, and charge him with murder. “Fine, do it. Nothing public, understand what I’m saying?”
“Totally.” She collected her mane of curls to make a ponytail using a decorative hairclip, dressed in a yoga outfit, stuffed the bloody clothes inside her exercise bag and took a deep breath. “Okay, see you in a bit.”
“Be careful and hurry back to me.”
With a nod and a smile, she turned and ran downstairs. The moment she opened the front door, the humidity sucked her skin. Undoubtedly, it was going to be another day of record breaking temperatures in New York.
By appearances, Selange was on her way to yoga or Zumba class. Nothing suspicious in that, right?
Alfonzo’s electronic key dangled in her hand as she skipped down the stairs, ignoring the plainclothes officers and walked straight to the driver’s side of the Audi.
“Whoa, hold up lady, is this your car?”
“Yes, is everything okay?”
“Ma’am, we believe this car was involved in an incident last night,” the detective said moving to her side.
A pair of detectives stood in the street talking with their backs turned. Wh
atever they spoke about they didn’t want anyone to overhear. Covertly, she scanned the car, looking for anything out of the ordinary and saw nothing. Butterflies, no, bats fluttered around in her stomach. She hid the anxiety, keeping her eyes on the officer, devoid of fear. “Well, unless my car transformed I don’t see how that’s possible. It hasn’t moved all night.”
“Do you mind if we search your car?”
A sly grin touched her lips, “I’m really sorry but that’s impossible. I’m running late for my yoga class.”
“Ma’am are you refusing?”
She shrugged, “I guess I am. I’m sorry I can’t help you out. Whatever car you’re looking for isn’t mine.” She quickly pressed the unlock button on the remote and slipped inside then started the engine. She rolled down the window and asked, “Can you please move your car officer?”
The detectives standing nearby frowned. Unless they could prove that particular car was involved in their criminal investigation they didn’t have probable cause for a vehicular search. The officer joined his colleagues and she sat nervously waiting. Sitting there with her hands on the steering wheel she caught a glimpse of red streaks on the driver side door panel.
Oh damn honey, what the hell happened last night?
The officer reappeared at the driver’s window, “Ma’am, license and registration please.”
“Are you serious?”
He repeated the request, “License and registration please.”
She partially unzipped the duffle bag, swiveled her hand around until she touched her wallet and sighed, handing him her New York City license, “Here you go.”
“Thank you, registration please.”
This was harassment, good old NYPD intimidation.
Once he had the items he walked to an unmarked car, typed in the information and got blank. No infractions, zero suspensions or revocations and sure enough the vehicle was registered and insured under her name. Detective Higgins scoffed, he didn’t have probable cause to detain her, only an instinct her husband was the man seen speeding away from a quadruple homicide. The car didn’t have any visible damage and none of the witnesses thought to get a partial license plate. In essence they had nothing!
Frustrated, he shook his head discreetly to signal to the other guys, ‘she’s clean.’
He returned to the beautiful woman; the other half of suspected mobster and murderer Alfonzo Diaz. Degenerates like Alfonzo Diaz always had super models for wives or girlfriends. He stooped down and passed the items through the driver’s window, “Okay ma’am, here you go. You’re free to leave.”
Detective Higgins dug his hands in his pocket and stepped up on to the curb. The Audi reversed a little, squeezed through the narrow opening of cars and drove out of sight.
CHAPTER TEN
Alfonzo tied Allie’s shoe laces then passed the child over to Domingo’s wife Teresa. His daughter did not make a fuss when Teresa carried her away.
Domingo lingered to talk. Earlier, Alfonzo filled him in on what happened and he grew concerned. He waited until Teresa was out the door with the kid before speaking, “So, what next?”
Alfonzo took a bottle of water from the fridge and rejoined his cousin in the hall, “Got to get some answers and hope my ass isn’t arrested before I do.”
Domingo shook his head then looked through the slit in the door as Teresa secured the child in the safety seat. “It’s fucking crazy, though. If you didn’t get shot then it’s your Italian friends, for sure.”
Alfonzo rolled the bottle in his hand thinking. “I’m done with all that, but now I’m in a compromising position. Feel me?”
Domingo nodded, “Definitely. Now Juan’s homies gonna be on your ass right alongside the cops.”
“That’s why I don’t want Allie here until we’re ready to leave.”
Domingo lit a blunt then faced his cousin. He knew Alfonzo well and when someone fucked with him or his family the dude lost it. Except, in this instance he was going against a faceless killer, not some gang bangers from the street who usually bragged afterward. No, this smelled like the mob and they were a far cry from the impulsive wannabe thugs roaming the ‘hood.
Domingo went legit some time ago, the only thing he hadn’t given up on was weed. He re-opened Uncle Al’s detail shop and business was good. Everybody wanted customized rides nowadays and was spending cash to do it. Unfortunately, for his cousin, going straight wasn’t as easy. “I’m here for you cuz, you know that.”
“Yeah,” Alfonzo nodded, “just look after my kid until I call you, hear me?”
Domingo stepped out the door, leaning against it to smoke.
Teresa leaned on the horn, yelling out the window, “Vamos!”
Domingo took a leisurely drawl, let the marijuana settle in his lungs then released a cloud of smoke, “She crazy.”
“Humph.”
Domingo offered parting advice, “You might want to consider that someone’s setting you up.”
“Tal vez.”
“Watch your back, primo.”
“I’ll get answers.”
The horn honked.
Domingo smiled, “See what I’m dealing with?” He changed the subject, “Yo, by the way that kid Raymond died Wednesday. Heard he tried this new shit and it fucked him up bad.”
The news surprised Alfonso. Raymond was a quiet, good kid who lived on his mom’s block. The kid was smart; he’d received an academic scholarship to an ivy league college in New Jersey, it seemed he had everything going for him, fucking shame!
Lately, the stories about young suburban kids whacked-out on some illegal drug escalated in the press. Although, he wasn’t in the drug business, he stayed in tune with what was going on in the streets and abroad. Apparently, the stuff those kids were taking absorbed quickly in the bloodstream. In suburbia they called it Suburban Candy, but it’s real name was Anarchy, which he considered fitting due to the havoc it caused internally. The high was described by one stupid crack-head on cable news as, going on a roller-coaster ride to heaven, getting to fuck an angel then crashing down to earth with a taste of angelic pussy in your mouth while Satan rips your intestines out. The minute he heard the dumbass say that, he knew it would only be a matter of time before others tried it. The producers hadn’t bothered to edit the segment and in a way contributed to the surge in its popularity. The media was like a drug dealer’s public relations firm, unwittingly providing publicity and testimonials to help spread the poison.
He wondered if Raymond fell victim to this illegal drug as well. “Give my condolences to the family, you know how we do.” Alfonzo said.
“I’ll hook ‘em up for you, no problemo.” Domingo responded taking one more pull then trotted down the stairs, tossing the clip in the gutter and exclaiming, “Yo, Teresa, why you acting impatient, huh?”
Alfonzo shook his head, those two were a trip but they loved each other and he trusted they’d take excellent care of his daughter. Sal was having the time of his life out in California with his cousins. In light of everything going on, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
He was about to shut the door then spotted the Audi cruising up the block. It reversed into the unoccupied space Teresa vacated and relief flooded his body. He tried to act cool about it , yet every minute Selange hadn’t returned, he’d been in a state of quiet panic. She climbed out the car and hurried inside the house. The moment the door closed, Alfonzo pounced, “Where the hell were you for four hours, why’d you leave your cell?”
She dropped the duffle bag in the foyer and went to sit on the sofa. Exhausted, she kicked out of her sneakers and reclined her head, “Remember you said never discuss important stuff over the phone?” Her nose wrinkled, “What’s that smell, was Domingo here?”
Damn, he did say that. “Yeah, where’d you go, I’ve been going fucking loco?”
“I had to make sure no one was following me, so I drove out to Jersey.”
He sat down grinning and lifted her legs on his lap. Slowly, he began
to massage her calves, “You’re something else.” He relaxed, “Seriously, I was tripping. Don’t scare me like that again, babe.”
“You were scared…that’s a first!”
She joked about it but he literally couldn’t focus, if Domingo hadn’t talked him out of leaving, he might’ve went out and tore down the whole goddamn city until he found his wife. “I can’t let you do something like that again. It’s too dangerous, besides both of us can’t get hauled off to jail.”
He saw her thinking before she swiveled her head to look around the room, “Is Allie still sleeping?”
“I asked Teresa to keep her until this blows over. I don’t want her around in the event the cops decide to break down our door.”
“Alfonzo, she’s still sick.”
“She looked fine to me. She was eating, laughing,” he shrugged, “besides, it’s not like Teresa doesn’t have kids.”
“I wish you would’ve waited until I came home.”
“Babe, she’s fine.”
“I hope so because your cousin is a pothead.”
Alfonzo laughed, “Teresa’s got him in check. He won’t smoke around the kids.”
“He better not or I’ll personally kick his ass.”
The tension totally evaporated from his body, he was no longer incomplete. Selange was his other half. Her presence and spirit are what quieted his rebel soul. She’s the part that held him together, also the only person he wanted desperately to please. His hand caressed her leg as he confessed, “I didn’t shoot anybody. I went to the club to meet Danté. I left early but this dude I had beef with followed and we fought. All of a sudden, somebody starting blasting, that’s how I got blood on my clothes. That’s the truth.”
“Were you hurt?” She asked sitting forward.
“Nah, I’m good,” he held his breath when she gently rubbed his bruised cheek, “seriously, I’m alright.”
