“It’s mine.”
“Who are you anyway? What exactly is it that you do?”
“That’s a weird question for a wife to ask her husband.” My attempt at lightening the mood didn’t work. She was pissed.
“There’s only one thing you need to know about me, Cierra. I love you beyond reason and I’d stand between you and all comers no matter what.” I reached for her hand and that’s when I realized she was shaking like a fucking leaf. I looked at her sharply and caught the glassy eyed look.
“Put your head between your knees.” I screeched to a halt on the side of the road. I knew Tomas and whoever had been out there with him had got to the warehouse by boat, so there was no way for them to follow us. I stopped the car and turned to her. The adrenaline was wearing off and she was about to crash.
“I was so scared.”
“I know baby-I know, come ‘ere.” I pulled her across the console and into my lap, holding her head in my hand against my chest. This is who they’d sent after me, an innocent. I was tempted to take her back to the plane and say fuck it, but I wasn’t in the mood for a pissing contest with the bureau. I’ll take care of this shit once and for all when we got home.
22
Mancini
It was a long fucking night at the precinct. I left her and the agent to handle the press and whoever else while I gave the locals what I had. They were not too pleased that I’d squirrelled away the victim, but I wasn’t interested in their feelings. I wanted the fuck off the island. I’d given Cierra everything I got from Roland. It was up to the bureau and the locals to deal with the culprits. All I wanted was the name of the buyer.
It was late the next morning before she was clear to go. She was dragging ass and worn down by the time I bullied her into getting onboard the plane that had come back for me. “I’m breaking a lot of rules here, I hope I still have a job when I get back.” She was putting a brave front on things but I could tell she was still shaken from the night before.
She’d asked if the asshole agent could catch a ride back with us but that’s where I draw the line. We touched down in New York in the early evening and I took her home to take care of her.
For the next few days, I didn’t let her out of my sight. Each time I looked at her, I felt the pain of what I had almost lost. She was probably tired of having my hands on her, because like every ass with a dick since the beginning of time, I was well and truly whipped. Fuck if I was gonna let her know that though. She already had too much power over me.
Instead of spanking her ass for disobeying me that night I’ve been coddling her. Her spoilt ass had me wrapped around her little finger and she fucking knew it. I left Wilson to clean up his own mess and she’d been called to headquarters to give an accounting.
I wasn’t about to let her go anywhere on her own, not for a while anyway. So I was taking her on the jet. Plus there was something I needed to do.
She was nervous as fuck when we landed in Virginia. Afraid they’d take her job for letting me take her out of there, but I knew better. They were still creaming themselves because they now had someone this close to me. Little did they know, it wouldn’t work. She’d never betray me.
“What are you going to be doing while I’m there tomorrow?”
“Some sight seeing I guess. Plus ma wants me to pick her up something while we’re here.” My ass. If I told her what I was up to she’d make herself nuts with worry.
It wasn’t easy but once I got her settled in the hotel, I made a quick escape. She questioned me half to death about where I was going, and this once I didn’t mind lying to her. She’d find out soon enough I’m sure.
I didn’t even break a sweat when I drove into the enemy camp. The jovial, laid back husband was gone and in his place was a man ready to tear someone’s throat out through their ass. I walked into the building like I knew where I was going, like I’d done it a thousand times. It was surreal to see my face on fucking posters all over the place. These fucks are demented.
I ignored the stares and whispers as I headed to the big man’s office.
“I’m here to see Durant.” I stopped long enough to tell the secretary in the outer office but didn’t wait for her reply.
“Sir, wait you can’t go in there.” I opened the door and walked in on some kind of meeting. The man himself stood up from behind his desk. I could see surprise written all over his face but he wasn’t prepared.
“Mancini, what the hell do you want?” That’s the best you can do after hunting my ass for ten years?
I walked up until I was in his face or as close as I could get with the slab of mahogany between us. The other men in the room were of no importance to me so I barely spared them a glance.
“You ever send her into danger again, I will rip your fucking head off and piss down your bleeding stump. You want me, you come get me do not fuck with what’s mine again.” I’ll let him decide if I was talking about her trip to Bonaire, or them sending her to my bed to do their dirty work.
“Excuse me, that’s my agent; I will send her wherever the hell I choose.”
“You’ve been warned.” I left the room and the building before I knocked him on his dumb ass. Let them scramble to figure out what my next move was gonna be.
I was sure there would be no blow back on her, not unless they wanted me to tumble the whole fucking agency in one go. With that shit out of the way, I felt the weight lifted from my shoulder. It was a nice day out; maybe I’ll take my wife out to lunch.
She was sitting in the room watching a news brief about the case when I walked in. “Did you see this? They have them all. It was a relatively new operation but they were able to kidnap three girls in the last year. They’re even cops involved it looks like. I don’t know how they were able to keep this quiet this long.”
Yeah, I could tell you, but then you’d look at your colleagues a hell of a lot different. “The buyer was some tycoon but they’re not saying too much about him. He was already gone by the time we got there. Damn.” She was totally engrossed in the show, her little profiler mind working overtime.
I let her talk it out and try to tie the ends together. Wilson and I already knew who he was, and how we were gonna go after him. He was too hot right now with law enforcement swarming around. But it won’t be long before he was found with a garrote around his neck, sick fuck.
“You’ve had enough of that babe, let’s go have lunch.” I pulled her up from the bed and headed for the door. It was kind of fun being in the backyard of the men who’ve been after me for years and knowing they couldn’t touch me. If not for the seriousness of her involvement, I would get a real kick out of this shit.
It still remains to be seen what Durant would do next, but I had no worries that he’d back the fuck off and let her work in an office somewhere behind a desk so I didn’t have to spend every waking second worried out my fucking mind.
I headed for the waterfront. I knew some of the best restaurants in this part of the country could be found there and I was in the mood to sit next to the water with my woman and forget the fuckery that is life.
We got a premium seat as close to the water’s edge as possible and ordered some wine. I noticed her checking the place out and thought it was just her natural instinct as an agent until I realized she was looking at one particular person. Jealousy burned like a hot poker in my gut and my eyes widened in surprise at myself. Fuck me.
“You know him?” I said the words rather nonchalantly but I was feeling anything but.
“No.” She squinted her brow; totally oblivious to the danger she was in.
“You sure?”
“Sure I’m sure.” Now she sensed something and her eyes flew to my face.
“Don’t fucking lie to me.”
“I’m not lying to you. I don’t know him, not the way you mean anyway.” Now she was snippy.
“What way do you know him?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. He looks like someone I’ve seen befor
“Don’t try too hard; it’s starting to piss me off.” That had her head jerking back around to meet the look of fury on my face.
“Get a grip, what’s there to be pissed about?”
“You just spent the last five minutes staring at some fuck like you’re trying to see into his head.”
“Seriously? You…”
“Quit while you’re ahead babe, that’s the only way to end this without bloodshed.”
“Whose blood are you going to shed, you crazy person?”
“Yours or his.”
You’ve really fucking lost it Mancini. I couldn’t believe the words were coming from my mouth even as I was saying them. They were so foreign, so unlike me that it was hard to fathom. She’d turned me into her bitch. I knew it for certain when she reached across the table and took my hand and my world settled itself again.
We ate our salmon croquettes, which were the best to be had in the states, with a bottle of wine and good conversation. I was still a bit on edge from earlier but she hadn’t looked back over there since my little melt down.
For whatever reason once lunch was over and we stood to leave, I was back to being pissed again. That could be because the young dick was still here and he had the nerve to smile at my wife as we were leaving.
23
Cierra
Oh good gracious, crazy man on the loose. He all but dragged me out of the restaurant and I didn’t have time to say hello to the young man whom I’d finally remembered. He was an up and coming agent, we’d worked indirectly on a program together a few months earlier and that’s why I’d had a hard time placing him. Minimal contact.
Things had cooled a little during lunch but I felt his tension once we were leaving and we passed the table. He hadn’t said two words to me on the way back to the hotel and I could feel a different kind of tension in the air when he dragged me into the elevator and pulled me down the hallway and into the room.
He’d never touched me like this, with that sense of desperation. I didn’t complain when he tore my nice blouse or at the way he dragged my slacks off and threw them. I did make a little squeak when he threw me to the bed and came down on top of me.
He’s so fiercely intense always, that sometimes I’m afraid he’d consume me with all his passion. But this was the first time he’d let me see the raw side of him. It was like looking at the man without the mask. All was laid bare in that look and it was then that I truly understood the hold I had on him.
He didn’t waste time with foreplay, just pushed my legs apart with his hips and pushed himself into my body. The strain of holding himself up on his hands showed in the pop of veins that ran the length of his forearms down to his wrists. There’s no doubting the strength that lives there.
I felt powerful and helpless at once as he took my body with pounding thrusts. I didn’t need to be told that I was being punished for that smile. But instead of feeling annoyed, I was gleeful. The great Hank Mancini was losing his shit because I looked at a guy too long. I hid my grin by reaching for his lips.
I couldn’t hide the laugh when he bit my lip though. “Oh you think this shit is funny?” Oh boy.
MANCINI
The laugh died in her lungs when I plowed into her hard enough to send her head into the headboard. “Who the fuck is he?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer, just kept fucking into her until her pussy juiced and I knew she was right there with me. I brought her off time and again all the while chasing the image from my head.
When she was heaving and trying to breathe, I pulled out and threw her to her knees. This time instead of kneeling behind her on the mattress, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood so that I had more control. She looked over her shoulder when I fucked my cock back into her hard.
I didn’t stop fucking until my balls were empty and my fingerprints were on her ass and hips. “You fiend.” She flew off my dick and over the other side of the bed in high dudgeon. I eyed her trying to figure out my next move.
“You don’t smile at other dicks, not when I’m there and especially not when I’m not.” If I had a strap I’d take it to her ass that’s how fucking mad I was.
“Hank, I remembered where I knew him from I…” Did she really not see how fucking dangerous this was with a man like me?
“I don’t give a fuck, don’t do that shit again.”
I stormed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I’d lost my fucking mind but it seems to come with the territory. I turned the water on cold and dunked my head under it. Too hot, my head was too hot and I needed to calm down before I snapped her damn neck.
I didn’t turn around when she stepped in behind me and I wasn’t in the mood for her shit when she rested her cheek against my back and cooed at me like a misbehaving toddler who’d missed his nap. I wasn’t going to give in. Not until she acknowledged that what she did was wrong. Even though the last remaining rational molecule I had left said that was shit thinking.
I shrugged her hands off when she ran them from my back to my stomach, but she pulled a blitzkrieg. “I’m sorry Hank, he doesn’t mean anything to me.”
Her little hand wrapped around my cock as she whispered in my ear. I pulled her around and covered her mouth with mine before lifting her in my arms and sliding into her. Damn straight.
Epilogue
MANCINI
Christmas in New York. I’d spent the last week showing her the city. I had no idea the stalwart special agent was into this fluffy shit until I heard her giggle like a little girl each time her new sisters brought up Rockefeller Center and the abominable tree.
Shit I hadn’t even thought of doing in years was now on the menu. When she wasn’t dragging my ass all over the city, I was parked at my parents’ house or one of my brothers. Ma is in heaven.
She had them all eating out of her hand, the little sneak and I dared not piss her off or I’d have four angry women on my ass with their shit. She hadn’t quite forgiven me for going to see Durant behind her back, and now she had something else to be pissed about.
This was the third morning she’d puked up her guts and I’d finally told her that I’d fucked up her birth control. Durant to spite me, refused to put her ass behind a desk, so I found the next best way to get her there. Now I had her impaled on my cock with her ass in my hands so she couldn’t get away in her snit.
“No point in being pissed now baby, deed’s done.” She wanted to shoot me; I could see it in her eyes. “I should have you arrested.”
“I’d like to see you try. Now come ‘ere.” Her feisty ass tried to tear my lip off with her teeth. “Ouch.” I glared up at her. Usually I would fuck her hard to calm her little ass down but I couldn’t risk it with my kid in there.
“That’s the limit Hank Mancini. That’s the worse kind of violation of privacy I could imagine.” If she wanted privacy she should’ve married a sap. Not gonna happen.
“You don’t have any privacy.” I placed my hand gently over her lower stomach and the top her pussy Mons. “This belongs to me, if I want to plant my kid in there I can. Now stop bitching or I won’t let you cum.” Damn, she’s mean.
“If you slap me I’ll tan your ass.” She had that look in her eye. She just rolled them now at my empty threat. I’m gonna have to come up with something new because she knows I’m full of shit, but the cumming thing is a start.
She hates for me to leave her high and dry. She especially hates when I pull out without giving her my seed. That one can make her pout for a whole week. So I find it funny that she’s mad because I did give it to her and it did what it was supposed to.
“Remember that day you pissed me off and I came on the sheets instead of in you? You were pissed. When you finally did talk to me again you told me I didn’t love you because of how horrible I made you feel. Look at this as my apology. There’s no better way for a man to show his love for his woman than to plant his seed in her.” I should stop fucking with her before she really does brain me as she’s always threatening to do.
“Are you really that upset about the baby?” I reached up and touched her cheek. I find that when I talk to her soothingly it helps bring her down from whatever female hormonal tantrum she’s about to go off on. As I expected, she softened and rubbed her cheek against my palm.
“No, but you should’ve asked. Don’t you think this is something we should’ve discussed?” Yeah right!
“Next time.” I pulled her mouth down to mine again and this time she accepted my tongue.
She’d already started moving on my cock again thank fuck; felt like I was gonna explode and I didn’t hardly get to stroke.
There was a new element to our lovemaking. I felt even more tender towards her than before, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. There was something about knowing she was carrying my seed but made me feel like the first man. I wanted to protect her, cherish her and fuck the shit out of her in turns.
Being careful as I could, I rolled her to her back and kept my weight off of her while my cock stayed planted deep. “I love you.” I like that her eyes still soften each time I say it, even though I say it more than I thought I ever would. But instead of those words making me weak, as I’d always feared, they made me stronger.
“I love you too.” And nothing beats that.
The phone rang in the early morning and I struggled awake. My wife was sprawled all over my chest as usual and I gave her a quick peck on the top of her head before carefully rolling her off of me and getting up to answer it. “Hello.”
“Hello nephew, how’s married life? I’m still mad I wasn’t there.” I smiled as I walked to the window. “Hello uncle, sorry about that, it was late notice.”
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