Lianna (Tucked In)
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“Let her go, Akio. Your friends are gone. It’s just you, no one else needs to die.”
“You fool, Mr. Tuck. You’re going to ruin everything. Do you even know who I’m meeting here? El Burro will not be happy to see this. You just signed the death warrant for all of you. Maybe I’ll let him have your little girlfriend alive. You can die, knowing the horrors she will suffer at his hands.” Helplessly, I can only watch on as she begins to tremble. We are at a standstill. Neither one of us is willing to give up or budge.
“Wouldn’t you like to know where your friend Razor went? You haven’t asked about him yet. Or is she all that matters? She is pretty tempting huh?” His mouth edges closer to her face, and she tries to pull away.
“I’ll find him Akio, I’m not worried.” The man laughs at me.
“Your friend Razor, and his ridiculous hair, have been strapped to the watch tower. As an example. An example that you don’t cross me, you don’t inform on me, you don’t rat. You keep your mouth shut in J-Town. He’s an example for outsiders like you to mind your own business. I’m sure by the time you get there, he’ll be dead.” As our standoff continues, I hear the boat pulling up to the dock. Instantly I know its El Burro heading in. The other team creep up, flanking Akio from behind. The moment he realizes that there’s no way out, he throws Lianna at me. As her body is propelled towards me, I try to catch her. Both of us falling to the ground.
“Akio, you’re out numbered. You may as well give up right now.” Glancing around nervously, he looks for a way out.
Momentarily my attention is pulled away, glancing down the dock as my sworn enemy saunters towards me. As soon he realizes what’s going on, he stops halfway between the dock to and Akio. He stands there, taking in the situation. His dark, evil brown eyes fall on me. The man does exude power. His closely cut brown hair is slicked back, with that tacky look that most drug dealers prefer. White suit, knock off Italian shoes, knock off Rolex and gold chains. The man is a walking stereotype. His tall, lean frame towers over his man. His face has a stubbly appearance, as if he hasn’t shaved in a day or two. But, you can see the scar on his lip plainly. Word is an ex-lover did that to him a year ago, right before he choked her to death. I’ve kept abroad with all the news regarding Burro.
“You, I know you, soldier. I thought I left you to die. I never forget the faces of those who I kill. I suppose next time I’ll just have to make sure you really are lifeless when I leave. What are you doing here? Did you set me up Akio? Why I ever let you talk me into dealing with you instead of your father, I’ll never know.” Shaking his head, he directs his gaze back to me.
“No Javier, I didn’t die. But you will. I’ll make sure of that.” In no way will I give him any respect and call him Burro to his face. Akio’s skin pales, and his body trembles.
“Sir, I did not set up you. These fools must not know who you are,” he pleads. Does he think flattery will save his ass?
“I’ll deal with your father later. You, are useless,” El Burro says.
“Then you won’t mind this?” I ask him, shooting Akio in the head. His body folds into itself, crumpling on the ground. Instant death. As the blood pools under his cracked skull, I have no remorseful feeling over his loss of life. If not me, I’m sure his Burro or father would have done it. He messed up bad.
Returning my attention to El Burro, I’d love nothing more than to kill him right now. But, with Lianna grasping tight to me, I can’t get involved in a shoot out. The man that disembarked from his boat with him has his two guns, finger on the triggers.
“Another time Burro. Trust me, I will find you. I’ll be coming for you. Drop the drugs and leave.” Whether just noticing my men behind him, and that he had walked right by them, or if he just wanted to get out of there before Akio’s father found out someone killed his only son, I don’t know. But Papa Hokkaido won’t be happy to know his son is dead, or that he was stabbed in the back by Burro. The big bad cartel leader threw the duffle bag full of drugs on the ground and took a step backwards, stepping in between his armed men.
“You haven’t heard the last of me soldier. Tucker. I remember,” he says, tapping the side of his head, “All of it, including the face of your dead comrade. Please do come for me, I’ll have something waiting for you. This is not over between us.” Nodding at Buzz, he rushes over, picking up the money bags and the drugs, he hustles over behind me with them. Buzz has connections in the LAPD that he knows are clean and don’t ask questions when we turn stuff over to them.
Taking a few steps backwards, tucking Lianna behind my back, it kills me to walk away leaving Burro alive. My trigger finger itches to shoot the bastard in the head. Hightailing it out of there, he rushes down the dock back to his speed boat. With him gone, and imminent danger out of the way, I turn to Lianna.
“You ok babe?” I ask her. Tears fill her eyes and she nods yes. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls me towards her, holding me tight. Her lips seek mine out, kissing me with a deep fiery passion, claiming me. Pushing her away, I look in her scared eyes.
“Business, remember?” Seeing the hurt look on her face pains me, but it has to be that way. The last time I mixed business and pleasure it didn’t work out so well. Right now I have to focus on getting her out of here alive. She needs to be somewhere safe. My body is fighting me, wanting to be inside of her. I need to make sure there will be no retaliation from the Yakuza.
Buzz’s friends from LAPD showed up, taking possession of the drugs, money and bodies. We explained to them how we came to get Lianna, who was abducted and stumbled upon El Burro killing the Yakuza men. That was all they needed to hear. As we stumbled back to my Hummer, I asked Buzz and Ferbez to head to the watch tower and get Razor. I promised my men that we would find Burro again, they understood that it just wasn’t the right time. Two innocent lives were at risk. Dropping the guys off at the storage unit, to head their separate ways, I took Lianna back to my place. All her stuff was there anyways.
Chapter 9
Hearing the water shut off in the guest room, I finish up some chicken quesadillas. I’m sure after everything Lianna has been through, she’s going to want to eat. Sobering up and fear make you hungry. Placing a plate on the island counter, I look up as she walks into the kitchen. In her jeans and hoodie, she looks a little more human again. She’s regaining some of her color again. It’s healthier looking.
“So, back to the set and your hotel tomorrow right?” I ask her. Nodding her head, she takes a seat, and starts to inhale her food.
“This is amazing. Who knew a guy like you could cook so well.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask her, imitating shock in my voice. She laughs and it’s such a wonderful sound.
“Tuck, thank you, for everything,” she says to me, a serious look on her face. “I think after this movie is over, I want to check into rehab. I know I’ve gone before, but it was court mandated. It wasn’t me making the right decision for myself. This time, I know I can succeed. I just wanted to make sure you knew that. You helped me make this decision.” The pure maturity of that statement made me feel so much better about letting her out of my protection. She’s going to do just fine back out there on her own.
“Ok, well we have to be up early, and I’m sure you’re exhausted. I’ll see you in the morning,” I tell her, walking out of the kitchen. Shaking my head, if I didn’t leave I will ended up taking her right there on the counter. It’s been hard, being this close to her for a few days, and not acting on my urges. But, since I lost Jessica, I won’t do business and pleasure anymore. Peeling off my tee and jeans, I crawl into bed with only boxers on. Stretching out, it feels great to know I can get a good night’s rest now. Buzz had called earlier to tell me that the story of El Burro knocking off Akio has hit the streets and no one knows we were involved. This means Lianna is free and clear. I doubt any of Akio’s friends will talk, then they are guilty of being involved. He did say that old man Hokkaido is gunning for Burro. That’s a plus. Maybe I c
an get the old guy to help me. I’ll just file that info away for later use.
Sometime later, I awake to noises in the hallway. My instincts perk, pulling my Bodyguard from under my pillow, I aim it at the door. There’s no way anyone can sneak in my house when the alarm is on, unless they find my power source for it. That isn’t connected to the house’s power. Not to sound too cocky, but I hid that pretty well. Glancing at the panel by my bed, keeping one eye on the door, a light blinks for the hallway. Motion sensors cover every area except the bedrooms. Even if I lose electricity, it will still works properly. My door slowly creaks open, and I can see the outline of Lianna as she slowly creeps into my room. Wearing nothing but a tank top and boy short panties, I feel my cock bounce to attention. Temptation in cotton. Lowering my gun, and placing it on the table next to me, I slide my blankets open, so she can climb into bed with me. Curling her petite little frame up next to my body, I can feel the tickle of her fingers tracing the outlines of my bicep muscles.
Unable to resist any longer, I pull her flush against me, my rock hard erection pressed between us against her belly. As she sighs, I claim her mouth. Kissing her hard and long, tackling her mouth with my tongue. She moves hers against mine, in a tango of teeth and lips. Moving my hands along her curvy body, I feel every bit of sensual temptation that is Lianna. Days’ worth of fighting my urges crashes down on us. Grabbing her ass forcefully, and cupping it in my hand, I roll onto my back, bringing her on top of me. Kneeling above me, she slowly takes off her tank top, freeing her perky breasts. What an investment those were. Slowly, and seductively, she tugs at her panties, teasing, dragging out her little strip tease as she stands, to get them lower. Patience has never been one of my virtues. Launching up into a sitting position, I decide to help her. Pressing my fingers into the thin material, I begin tearing the cotton in half. Easily, I rip them off of her as she releases a squeal of delight. Tossing Lianna down onto the mattress, I climb on top of her.
Pressed beneath me, she is a sight to behold. A little sliver of moon light filters through my window, illuminating her face. Her eyes sparkle, and fill with lust. What a sly little vixen. My throbbing cock aches to be inside of her. Nibbling on her neck, she moans, taking me in her hands and stroking up and down. I hear a WOW whispered from her plump lips. Rocking my hips against her hands, I can’t stand it anymore. Taking her wrists, I raise them above her head, holding them tight together, placing the tip of my erection at the opening of her steamy, moist lips. The heat calls to me. Bending my head down, I suck on her nipple until it hardens to a soft little bud. Moving on to the next, her breathing quickens. Finally, as she pants with excitement, I slam myself inside of her, and hold that position, I’m buried to the hilt. Giving a slight jerk of my hips, I give her time to adjust to my size. Feeling her muscles contract around me, I pull out a little and slam right back into her.
The sounds coming from her mouth are that of pure pleasure. Slowly, I begin gliding in and out of the wet cave, her muscles pulling me back in. As her moans become longer and her sighs become panting, I can tell she’s coming to the brink, already. Didn’t take much to make her come, although we’ve had a few days of foreplay. Releasing her wrists, to better anchor myself, I slam my cock into her again, holding it deep inside of her as she releases her lava hot liquid all over my shaft. The feeling of her coming is too much to handle. Her muscles tighten and quiver all around me, building up my own desire.
Digging her nails into my back, she holds on for dear life. As her quivering subsides, I begin again, at a slower pace this time. Holding onto her body, I flip over onto my back. With her sitting in my lap, I sit up and suckle on her breasts, rubbing her ass. With a loud crack, I spank her hard, and she yelps, with shock. Then the moaning begins again as she starts rocking her hips on top of me. Placing my finger on her bud, with my cock inside of her, I double her pleasure. Riding both, she writhes and grinds herself to another climax. I can feel her whole body shake on top of me. This time, as she screams out my name, I release myself within her.
Collapsing on top of me, breathless, she looks up at me with those emerald eyes.
“Guess I’m not business anymore huh?” she asks me. Laughing out loud, I think to myself, ‘God I love my job.’
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9