Benni turned away, heading back into his office leaving the two men alone in the room together. They could hear him shut the door and type away on his laptop, the keys clicking wildly.
Quimby snickered wildly to himself before turning back towards Vinny, “I guess I’ll be seein’ you again, Romeo. We should probably meet her tomorrow. I mean, you know where she lives—and sleeps—don’t you?” He winked at him as they both rose to their feet and headed out to the Horsemen parking lot.
Vinny parted one way while Quimby turned the next. Vinny had headed in the direction of his apartment, but his neglected bed was the last thing on his mind. All he wanted was to see her, to know she was safe. He pulled into an open gas station and dialed her phone number. On the second ring, she answered quietly. It was four in the morning; no doubt he had woken her up.
Her voice was groggy and slow. “V-vinny? That you? Where are you?”
“I know what you did, Gloria.” It was the only thing he could think to say to her. Knowing she was safe was one thing, but he needed her to understand what danger her calling the police on him and Quimby had done. He wanted to make her see that she was playing with fire.
There was a long pause before she tried to speak, “What’re you talkin’ about, Vinny?”
“Gloria. Come on. The address you gave me was fake. You called the cops. Don’t try to bullshit me. My night has been long enough.”
There was a muffled noise, the sound of a stifled sigh. “I did it to save you.”
“I don’t fucking need saving, Gloria—and I certainly don’t need it from you again. All your saving does is just get me deeper and deeper into trouble.”
“Do you think I like this, Vinny? There are ten guys sittin’ outside my apartment, drunk, and watchin’ my every move like hawks. Do you think I don’t know what kind of danger I am in because of you?”
Something about what she had said caught his attention, “Who is outside watching you? Describe them to me.”
Another pause, this one more drawn out than the first, “There’s some guys in a leather jacket. Dark hair, tall. Like you. There’s another fairer skin guy. He’s young, maybe…I don’t know, Vinny. It’s hard to see what they look like in the dark. I think they’re the same guys from before.”
“How’d you get back in the apartment after you went to Calvin’s house?” Vinny wasn’t about to let her go this easily.
“I, uh, did the same thing I did to get out. I waited until they were distracted and I snuck out. My neighbor, Monica, is pretty attractive. They couldn’t stop staring when she walked by with her laundry. Listen, can I go back to bed now? I am exhausted.”
“I’m comin’ over.”
“What? No. You don’t have to. I’m fine. The guys aren’t going to do a thing to me.”
Vinny wouldn’t let her finish as she shot one last line before hanging up, “I’ll be there in two minutes.”
He was already on her bike as she protested into the speaker of her phone. In reality, he was only a few blocks down from her apartment, not far enough time to give her warning. As Gloria’s apartment came into view, Vinny spotted the last remaining watchman packing up his gear. Vinny greeted the young man as he dressed for his ride back to headquarters with his helmet in hand and the silver flask stuffed back in his jean pocket.
“She do anything, Adam?” Vinny slapped the young man on the back as he asked for her status update.
“Nah. She’s been in there all night. Doesn’t look like she left the bedroom except for when you came by. Must be having a fun night without you. I can see that girl being into herself, if you know what I mean…”
Vinny laughed merrily at the man’s joke as he watched him get on the crotch rocket style bike and drive off without any second look at Vinny. When the coast was clear, he sprinted the short length of the parking lot to her door. She was already there before he could scream her name or create another commotion like earlier that night.
Opening it a crack, Vinny looked inside as far as he could see. Her clothes were tossed in a pile on the couch and photos were pulled from their original place on the wall. In her hand was a black backpack made for hiking. Its metal frame caught his eye first, but she didn’t pay him any mind.
“Move, Vinny!” She attempted to push past him and back outside.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? What is that backpack for?”
“It’s my stuff.” Gloria’s voice was desperate. “I gotta get out of here before the boys come back for their next shift.”
“What do you mean? Where are you goin’?” Vinny reached out and grabbed the bag from her hand. She pulled back but his forced practically ripped it out from under her.
“Away, Vinny. Far, far away.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
He took her arm, his grip digging into the pearl color skin leaving red, swelling marks behind. “Like hell you are!” He shouted at her as he pulled her close to his face. Her hair swayed as his breath grazed her body.
“Do you think I want to go? Do you think this is easy for me? I have to go, Vinny. I have to get the fuck out of this town before we both wind up dead. I may have Carl’s blood on my hands, but I’m not letting you go because of it either.” She was fighting back, squirming under him, twisting away. It was useless. She was at least half his size and not nearly as strong or forceful. There was no way he was letting her go.
“You leave, and I am as good as dead. They’ll think you’ve run right into the Devils. They’ll track you down, trace you to wherever you go just like they’re doing to Junior. You think they won’t send Quimby to do what he did in that basement? It’ll be you and me in those chairs, and there won’t be anyone there to call the cops or send out a warning signal.”
Gloria knew he was right. She was risking his life as much as she was saving hers. But old habits died hard and thinking about someone other than herself wasn’t something she knew how to do. She never figured out how to self-sacrifice or to put another first. This was her life. This was her breath to save. And, in her own way, she thought saving herself was her way of caring for him. She trusted that he would figure out how to survive without her. Gloria knew he was resourceful enough to make it through.
She stopped fighting. Whatever he wanted to do to her was not going to compare to her walking out the door. She relented, relaxing in his grasp and letting her body fall into him. “I’m sorry, Vinny. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you tell me you’re sorry. I don’t need excuses. I need you to fucking get back in your house and listen to me.” Vinny continued to yell, forcing her to hear him.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
“Stop it! Stop it!” He was shaking her now. He looked down to watch her bob helpless in his arms. He slowed as she silently let him continue. His breathing, too, slowed down as he realized she would not just stay put because he told her to. “I’m not letting you go, Gloria. We’ve been through too much for me to just let you walk out of this door for good.”
“You have to. I need to get—” Her voice halted as she looked up into his eyes. They were wide open, terrified. She searched them for the meaning, but all she could see was her reflection in the pools of brown and black.
“Just don’t speak right now,” he said softly as he placed his hand to head and brushed away the hair covering her face and neck.
“Vinny, I—”
He kissed her—hard. His lips pressed into hers with such urgency they couldn’t help but open up to him. She could taste him, the salty sweetness that lined the inside of his lips. Her own tongue traced his as they wrestled back and forth in his mouth.
Their mouths still connected, he lifted the rest of her body up with just one of his large arms in one commanding motion. He carried her back to the bedroom as he kicked her backpack out of his way and the front door closed behind him. He dropped her on to her couch as his body tumbled down with her and on top of her.
She took a breath, pul
ling away for the first time to take another look at him. His eyes were burning embers in the darkness of her living room. His lips were the red flames. And as he traced them up against her neck, her jaw, her, ear, her breastbone, she called out to him. “Take me.”
He didn’t need the invitation. He was already ripping away at her jacket, pulling and yanking until the large black buttons relented and one fell to the ground from the force. He slipped his hand under her shirt as they journeyed their way up her soft, warm skin to her bra. Vinny grabbed at the silk and lace material and ripped it from the seams.
She let out a short yelp as the snaps dug at her skin and the wire of her bra released her breasts. Her shirt came next. Another pull, a tug, and a yank until the strands of the tank top gave way to Vinny’s desires.
Gloria was exposed, laid out for him to see. He propped himself up against the side of the couch to view her from above. Her skin was lovely, untouched and fair. Her yellow-and-silver hair was a mess of tangles, but the way it gently touched her shoulders reminded him of a princess from a storybook fantasy. She didn’t cover herself, nor did she try to hide her body. She simply looked up at him, letting him take her in to remember this one beautiful, horrible moment.
An urge grew in him, taking over him. He needed her as much as she did. And when she whispered up to him, “Please,” nothing on the Earth could hold him back. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants to the ground with his boxers coming second. Before she could sit up to join him, Vinny had his hands around her waist, clawing at her jeans, pushing them down without even unbuckling him. The fabric scraped against her legs and knees and his dull nails dug visible stinging imprints in her skin.
She screamed out as he noticed his trail. He moved to her feet and moved upwards as he licked at her wounds slowly. Her ankles, her calves, her knees, her thighs. It was an apology. It was passion. And Gloria couldn’t take much more. Her hands found his head and guided them to her pussy. Her underwear had been forced off with her jeans.
There was no barrier, no way for him to say no or resist. She was insatiable. Gloria wanted some, any, part of Vinny inside of her. He offered his long, tan finger first. It traced her folds and the soft, downy hair concealing the present inside. She was wet and soft, and smelled like heaven. He placed the finger quickly inside of her as she released a long, drawn out shocked cry.
His lips followed next as he lightly sucked and blew around where his finger twisted and played. He wanted to be closer to her as his tongue came last. It flicked lightly, teasingly at the mounds and then dove in next to the finger. His other hand pushed down at Gloria’s hips, keeping her still as she tried to wiggle and move with his own motion. He wanted her is his own time, in his own way.
With a deep breath, he came up for air, looking at her from her waist. Her back was arched upwards as her head dug into the couch cushion. Her legs were spread open for him. He pushed himself north towards her breast while his hands remained in place. The mountains of her breasts were too luscious for him to ignore much longer as he nibbled on the round, large pink nipples.
She tried to lift her hand to cover the other tit, but he was fast. His hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. He threw it down next to her head as he came up to meet her head. Their eyes met, their noses touched, their breath touched and danced on one another’s faces.
Vinny used his cup hand to tilt her head up as he whispered into her ear, “Don’t move.” He scooted his entire body up to her waiting mouth. With one leg draped over the side of the couch and the other anchored to the ground, he handled his shaft with the palm of his hand. She watched as it grew in length. She knew what was going to happen next, but she didn’t dare to move out of the position he put her in.
Vinny lowered his cock towards her mouth as he docked between her lips and over her tongue. She could feel him still expanding as her soaking, lapping mouth overtook each and every bit of him. He slowly pumped in and out of her, rocking back and forth. He watched in awe as she closed her eyes in pleasure and allowed him access to her mouth. Even more so, she enjoyed it. She let out soft moans as he could see her hands tracing her own body as she gently toyed at her own nipples and pussy.
He allowed himself to go to the edge. Every bit of the mouth exploration just pushed him closer to ecstasy and her nearer to her own peak. But he wouldn’t just let it end there. He wanted more. He forced himself to pull back and out, to let her lay there, watching him. She wanted whatever was coming next, whatever he wanted to do to her.
Vinny crawled down the curves of her body as he held on to her closely for support. Searching in the dark, his cock found his mate. Her soft, short legs were already spread to welcome him in. She placed them over the top of the couch and the other next to his on the floor.
Just as he did with her mouth, he started slow. He was not one to fuck someone in missionary. It was too safe, too near to him. He had always taken his girls from behind or in a position in which their face would not be staring him down. But he wanted nothing more than to look at her as he eased in and out of her folds. He needed to see her face as she experienced him and his length throbbing inside as it moved the inches and centimeters of her body. He had to have her, all of her, every part of her.
Vinny could see the woman transform from human to beast. She grew wild as he sped up. Her hands thrashed up against her head and face as they again moved up and down near her breasts and then grew bold enough to aid him in pleasuring her own clit. She slapped her skin and licked the inside of her hand to add moisture. Her back, once again, formed an arch and a bridge connecting herself to him. She sat up, not only bringing her face against his, but his cock configured in her so it only drove him deeper and farther in.
Gloria grasped on to his shoulders. He could feel the tips of her long red fingernails dig into his dirty and dark skin and, as she pulled tighter on him for support, the hurt rib burned. He should have stopped. He should have pulled out and let her go. But he knew this moment was fleeting and that everything would change when he finished. He wanted the sensation of her withering under him to never, ever stop.
The heat between them built with each new thrust. She spun her hips in circles. He drove her down like a drill. They rode together until the very end when Gloria felt him burst inside her. She used her hands to fall back some on the couch. Her hips continued to move methodically and rhythmically as he slowed his pace. Vinny broke into pieces as he fell back on top of her, forcing her to once again fall on the well-worn leather couch.
He couldn’t say a word. He wouldn’t know what to say if he were able. Instead, he breathed in and out, in and out. He commanded himself to rest his heart and to take in this one piece of time. It was going to be his last, at least with Gloria. She could feel that, too.
Both rested in a strange mourning as they thought on their future. Gloria’s backpack was just laying on the floor in view for both of them to study. The door to the apartment was not fully shut as Vinny had thought and light streamed in the small crack.
Gloria looked up at him and said the words he knew were coming, “Vinny, I’ve gotta get going. It’s morning. They’ll be back.”
“I know.” He pushed off and out of her, suddenly re-realizing the situation at hand.
“What are you gonna do?” Gloria had found herself actually caring about if Vinny was going to be able to handle her leaving and if he knew how to get himself out of trouble.
He didn’t bother answering her. Instead, Vinny sat at the edge as he grabbed his jeans and sorted through the pockets until he found his cellphone. Dialing quickly, he pressed the earpiece to his receiver and spoke, “Benni—it’s Vinny. I came over early to watch Gloria, but she was gone. Her door was busted in, broken and a window was shattered. Some of her stuff was missing and her furniture was broken.” He paused as Benni responded loudly and incoherently for Gloria to make out. “Yeah, I don’t know. Looks like it may be Devils’ work. She knew about Junior. Maybe they’re putting the blame on Junior’s parents on
her. Maybe it’s Junior himself. But her phone is off and there’s blood on the wall.”
Gloria swallowed as Vinny continued to describe a gruesome scene he had created for her. She ran upstairs and began going through her drawers. She tossed her clothing on the floor and used all of her strength to push over her wooden dresser into the bed. She sent hangers flying throughout the bedroom and hit the pillows hard enough against her walls that the stuffing came out.
Downstairs, she could hear Vinny starting. He was off the phone and now working on breaking that window. She ran to him when she heard the crash. His hand was cut open and red trickled down the side. “Touch it.” He commanded.
“What? I’m not going to—”
“Take the blood and make a handprint and some fingerprints on the wall and carpet.” Gloria looked crestfallen at him. He was doing so much. “DO IT, GLORIA!”
She walked up to him and held his hand near her. She gently turned his hand over and kissed the smooth inside of his palms and encircled her hand around his. As she looked up to him towering over her, she softly said, “Thank you, Vinny.” She smeared his blood everywhere from the stairs to the door. It was breadcrumbs of an intrusion that did not exist except in their collective minds.
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