by Vivi Paige
“Don, the Loggias are messing with us, big time. I’ve got a gut feeling they’ve got something to do with the Diego situation, too.”
“You saw Enzio that night?”
“No.”
Don Maloik snorted. “I need a lot more than vague insights and a scorpion tattoo to go on, Indro.”
“Then give me a chance to dig up some more.”
“And in the meantime, start a family feud?”
“The Loggias are already cooking one up. I can feel it.”
Don Maloik folded his hands and fixed me with a frank stare. “I’ve got half a mind to do what Don Loggia wants me to. But the other half is screaming you might be right.”
I tried to keep the relief off of my face. “So, you’re going to give me a chance to prove it?”
“You could say that.” Maloik stood up and adjusted his shirt. He gestured toward the door. As I moved toward it, I tried to remind myself I wasn’t out of the woods just yet. He wasn’t going to off me in his own domicile.
I preceded him back down the stairs, where Guido and Nunzio awaited us.
“Here’s the deal, Indro. We’re going to set a little trap to get the Loggias to show their hand.” He patted me on the shoulder and grinned. “And guess what? You’re the bait.”
I felt a lot more relieved than I probably should have at that statement.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sophie
After my encounter in St. Patrick’s rectory, I headed back out into the cold, reflexively stuffing the .38 in my purse. I didn’t even think about it until I was almost back at my apartment, where I dug for my keys and felt the ice-cold metal barrel.
This entire case had grown complicated, and not in a fun way. I’d avoided dealing with organized crime or taking mobsters on as clients for exactly these reasons. I don’t mind getting a guilty man off, so long as I get paid. I figure karma will take care of them further down the road in any event.
I drew the line at my own life being imperiled, however. That trip out to the junkyard where they showed me my grave had been intended to put the scare in me. It had worked, too. I was plenty scared.
The only thing which kept me from running to the police to confess everything was I saw losing my career as tantamount to dying. What was I going to do? Bag groceries for minimum wage? Spread my legs for some big tycoon type and hope he took me on as his wife?
Hell no. Sophie Vercetti’s got standards. But I was fed up with the whole situation. I was fed up with the mob, fed up with the court, and most of all, very fed up with Indro Lastra.
I sat there in the kitchen of my apartment with the gun in my hand, waiting for him to return. The door popped open and he strode in, pretty as you please. I do mean pretty, too. Indro is a damn handsome man.
I was plenty pissed, though. He turned around, locked the door behind him, and turned back to face me.
“All right, babe, I’m starved. What’s for dinner…”
His voice trailed off as he stared down the barrel of my gun.
“How about hot lead?” I snapped. “I want out, Indro. This is turning into something way worse than a murder rap.”
Indro relaxed, a smile coming to his lips. Somehow, it chilled me more than an angry outburst would have.
“Sophie, c’mon,” he said, spreading his hands. “You’re not going to shoot me.”
“You want to bet your life on that?” I asked, squeezing the trigger enough for the hammer to draw back a tiny bit.
“Betting my life is an occupational hazard, doll.” He walked toward me slowly, deliberately. I didn’t resist as he took the gun from my nerveless fingers. “Told you that you wouldn’t shoot me, Sophie.”
“I hate you.” I glared up at him as he stuffed the gun in the sugar jar. He replaced the lid with a clink.
“Maybe you do, but I don’t give a shit.” His fingers closed on my arm tight enough to hurt. I cried out as he dragged me out of the chair. “Now, where do you get off pointing a gun at me? Didn’t you learn your lesson last time? Pissing me off is a real, real bad idea.”
Indro sat down and dragged me down until I laid across his lap. My face pinked with humiliation, because I knew what was coming. Even more so, I was embarrassed because I was at least half as excited as I was angry.
His hand smacked across my bottom with a thundercrack. I groaned, low and guttural in my throat. Indro spanked me again, and I squirmed about on his lap.
“Hold still,” Indro snapped. He twisted my arm behind my back and gave me another firm smack. It hurt. Indro’s a strong man, and his hand hits like an iron skillet. I wasn’t as upset by the pain as I was by my reaction to the spanking. I felt my traitor body responding, preparing itself for violation.
Indro seemed to sense the different cast to my cries. He let his hand linger on my ass after every blow, caressing me through my skirt. I cried out as he hiked the material up to my waist, exposing my bottom.
“You’ve got a great ass, Sophie,” he said in a husky voice. His fingers slipped between my cheeks and rubbed my panty-clad cunny. I gritted my teeth on a moan in a vain attempt to stifle it.
“Don’t touch me, you bastard,” I said, but there was no venom in my tone. Even I didn’t believe I wanted him to stop.
“I’ll touch you all I God damn want to. Besides, my fingers are wet.” He took his hand away and I whimpered with disappointment. Suddenly I ached for his touch. Indro put his fingers to his nose and sniffed noisily. “Your pussy smells so sweet, Sophie. You’re all worked up, just for me.”
“Screw you,” I gasped.
“In a minute, in a minute.” Indro’s fingers returned, stroking sensually against my labia. He tugged my panties to the side and slipped his fingers within. The skin-on-skin contact made me shudder. My eyes squeezed shut, my mouth flew open with a desperate, undulating moan. “See, you’re all warm and slippery for me. You don’t really want me to stop touching you, do you?”
“N-no,” I moaned, hating myself for admitting it. Indro taking his fingers away would have been worse, though.
“That’s what I thought.” He spread my pussy wide and wormed three of his fingers inside. I groaned as he stretched me open. “Oh yeah, this feels nice. Listen to how squishy you are, Sophie.”
“Bastard,” I groaned.
“Yeah, yeah, your mouth is bitching, but your pussy is begging. I bet I can get four fingers inside of you. What do you think?”
I clutched the support strut on the chair and whimpered. I wanted him to try. Indro stretched me with a fourth digit, finger blasting me as I squirmed and writhed on his lap.
“Feels good, don’t it, doll?”
“Y-yeeeessss,” I hissed, my body straining against him.
“You going to come?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Then beg me. Beg me to make you come.”
I wailed with equal parts misery and desire. Though I tried to resist, I knew it was a futile gesture.
“Please, Indro, make me come.” The words came out of my mouth in a tumble.
“All right.” Indro kept thrusting his fingers inside of me. He released my arm and reached under my body to stroke my clit. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, and floated away on a golden cloud. I was beyond shame, beyond caring about my dignity. I just wanted him to get me off, over and over.
And boy, did he ever. I don’t know how many times I climaxed, but I do know the floor under the chair had formed a puddle.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Indro
The odor of Sophie’s sweet pussy had me raring to go. Not to mention the way she squirmed around on my lap as she came. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back so I could look into her eyes.
“Man, you’re something else, you know that?” Her face contorted in pain, eyes half closed as she gasped up at me. “Hiding what a dirty girl you are under all those fancy clothes and your law degree. I’m starting to think it was worth being arrested for murder just to get a taste of you
r tight little cunt.”
Sophie’s eyes squeezed shut as a strangled sob forced its way out of her mouth. I silenced her by mashing my lips on top of her own. Despite her protests, she gave as good as she got. I pulled away from her and slapped her cheek smartly.
“Get up.” I dragged her up by her hair and unfolded from the chair. I pushed her ahead of me to stumble down the hall toward her bedroom. Once we crossed the threshold I shoved her against the wall, pressing her cheek to the painted drywall. “Stay.”
I grabbed her skirt and yanked it down around her ankles, baring the sweet roundness of her ass. The skin on her cheeks blazed bright red from the spanking. I could even see the outline of my hand left behind on her pliant flesh.
I yanked her panties off and spread her cheeks wide. Sophie moaned, fingers splayed wide against the wall curling into claws. I ran my finger through her crack, tickling the outside of her dark star. It puckered under my attention, eliciting a chuckle.
“Oh yeah, I’m going to bust this cute little asshole.” Sophie whimpered, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. “Have you ever taken it up the ass before, Sophie?”
“N-no,” she said, after hesitating a second too long for me to believe her.
“I think you’re lying to me, Sophie.” I slapped the inside of her thighs until she yelped. “Spread those legs. Know your role.”
Sophie’s heels clopped on the floor as she stretched them out wider.
“That’s my girl.” I licked my finger and inserted the tip gently into her ass. Sophie’s nails dug into the wall as her hair fell before her eyes, obscuring her features. “Open up for me. Come on, girl. That’s it.”
I worked my finger all the way up to the second knuckle with ease. Sophie’s little gasps and grunts only served to spur me onward. I stepped back from her until my arm was only slightly bent.
“Get the rest of your clothes off, Sophie,” I growled.
With trembling hands, she doffed her sports coat. She fumbled with the buttons to her long-sleeved shirt. I made it hard for her by wriggling my finger around inside of her.
“C’mon, get the lead out. I don’t have all fucking day.”
“I-It would be easier if you’d take your finger away,” she groaned.
“Ain’t gonna happen,” I laughed. “In fact…”
I pumped my finger in and out of her tender little orifice. Sophie groaned, nearly toppling over but for the wall holding her up. She finagled her shirt open as I finger fucked her ass.
“The bra too, come on.” I slipped my other hand up between her legs and pried her pussy lips open. “You’re dripping wet from being violated in the ass. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you Sophie?”
“Fuck you,” she moaned.
“No, fuck you,” I corrected. I pushed my finger into her greedy, eager cunt and exulted in the slippery soft feel. My fingers rubbed against each other through the thin membrane of skin separating them.
Sophie gasped, bending over at the waist. One hand slapped against the wall as her mouth flew open.
“I don’t see that bra on the floor, bitch.” I pumped my fingers in alternating fashion. Sophie returned to her struggles, unhooking her bra at last.
“Fuck!” she screamed as her pussy gushed, spurting around my impaling fingers.
“You’re so much fun, Sophie. Your body was made for my pleasure.”
She glared down at me, face flushed with ecstasy.
“Get over on the bed.” I stood up, removing my finger from her pussy. I kept my finger buried in her ass, though. I used this handhold to force walk her over to the bed. “Get up there, come on.”
She crawled onto the bed, body trembling.
“Head down, ass up… that’s my girl.” Sophie obeyed, adopting the proscribed position. I removed my finger at last. I fished my throbbing cock out of my pants and laid the head between her cheeks. “Feel that? Know what it is?”
She whimpered. I slapped her ass firmly and she cried out sharply.
“What is it? Tell me.”
“Y-your cock…”
“That’s right. And where is it going?”
“Don’t make me say it,” she pleaded.
“You’re not in charge. Now tell me, where’s it going?”
“I-in my ass,” Sophie groaned.
“That’s right.”
I used her pussy juice and my own saliva to lube up my cock, then shoved the head into her dark star. Sophie’s hands clutched the sheets, yanking free one corner. Slowly, I forced her to take my entire length until my balls slapped her cunt.
“There we go,” I said through gritted teeth. “Your ass feels great around my cock. Now, beg me to fuck your ass, Sophie.”
“No…” she wailed.
“You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“Then beg for it.”
“P-please fuck my ass, Indro.”
“Well, far be it from me to refuse a lady’s request.” I grasped her hips, fingers digging into her pliant flesh, and slammed myself into her ass. Sophie pressed against me in sudden relief. She arched her spine to smooth my ingress into her bottom.
I thrusted my hips into her, slapping our flesh together. My eyes watered as I tried to hold back my impending cum. I wanted to violate her thoroughly before I did.
“Scream for me, Sophie,” I cried. Her mouth flew open as she came like a madwoman. I filled her up with my jizz as I groaned out my own climax.
“Good girl,” I said, crawling into bed with her. I curled my body around her own and cradled her close to me. “Good girl, Sophie. Don’t go pointing guns at me anymore, huh?”
Sophie squirmed back into me and wept softly. She held my hand tight while she did it, though.
I was starting to wonder if maybe I was getting too involved. As usual, I wound up being right.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sophie
Jury selection can be a tedious process under the best of circumstances. Try doing it when your bottom is sore from a hellacious spanking. Not that it was so terribly painful. More like it reminded me of the night of sweaty carnality I’d spent with Indro.
I listened as DA Miller extensively questioned a butcher from Hyde Park who apparently didn’t know the meaning of brevity when he answered. If fact, he ran full-bore away from brevity right into the long-winded kingdom.
Even Judge Moreno’s eyes had glazed over by the time DA Miller ended our torment. I hadn’t heard anything from the butcher which might render him prejudiced toward Indro. Yet, I felt compelled to look at his social media accounts just to be safe.
A grin spread over my face. The butcher listed his favorite film as Goodfellas. That was a mark in our favor as far as I was concerned. A lot of people romanticize the mafia, even if they are cold-blooded killers.
“Counsel, would you like to examine this juror?” Moreno asked.
I stood up and shook my head. “No, Your Honor. I see no reason to disqualify him.”
“Good,” Judge Moreno said. “This process has stretched on entirely too long as it is.”
Moreno glared at me when she spoke. Okay, so I’d pulled some shenanigans to stall for time. I was hardly the first defense lawyer to do so, and would be far from the last. She didn’t have to take it so personal.
I could only imagine DA Miller laughing his ass off at getting Moreno for this trial. Short skirts and crotch flashes weren’t going to throw her off of her game. If anything, she seemed to resent women younger and prettier than herself—which meant pretty much everybody, as far as I was concerned.
She banged her gavel and adjourned the court for the day. Moreno set a start date for the trial, and I cringed at how little time I had to prepare. I was gambling just about everything on exposing Glen Gilberti as a fraud. I felt strongly about the gambit, but it was still just that: a gambit.
When I got back to my office, Katie jutted her chin toward the door to my private chamber. Someone was waiting for me, probably Indro.
“Hey, sweetness,” he said, sitting at my desk with his feet propped up on it. I felt my heart skip a beat. He did look fine in a suit. Looked fine all over. The memory of the previous night leaped into my mind and I felt a flush come over my cheeks. “How was court? Good?”
“Tedious. How was your day?”
“I’ve been setting some things up on my end.” I sat down in the seat normally reserved for my clients and folded my hands in my lap so I wouldn’t fidget. “It turns out that Don Maloik is pretty sure it’s time to hit the mattresses with regards to the Loggias.”
“Hit the mattresses?” I arched a brow.
“War, babe. Pure and simple. Survival of the fittest. We don’t want to make the first overt move, though. Not until we’re sure.”
I sighed. “And let me guess, you have a plan for how to force their hand? Does it involve me?”
Indro grinned, but it seemed strained. “Nope. I’m doing this as a solo act. Too dangerous for a skirt.”
What century is this? I thought bitterly to myself. I then admonished myself for even being upset. Hadn’t I been worried about the danger of taking this case in the first place? Getting angry at Indro because he was actively trying to keep me safe seemed kind of stupid.
“What are you going to do?” I asked in exasperation. “Might I remind you, if you get caught doing something illegal you’ll revoke your bail and wind up in the slammer.”
“Don’t you worry about that none,” he said. “I’m not going to do a damn thing but stroll around Loggia territory and see what happens.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, aren’t they kind of pissed at you right now?”
“Exactly.” Indro pointed a finger at me and unfolded from my chair. “If the Loggia family really is looking to shut me up permanent-like, the opportunity I present will be irresistible. Just me showing up on their turf is going to be like a gigantic middle finger to them.”
“So your plan is to use yourself as bait and see if they try to kill you?” I shook my head. “That sounds really stupid.”