by DJ Wilson
Mr. Whitehouse grabbed a tissue from Marcy and patted his eyes before continuing. “People, this is what it’s all about. Ms. Parker’s generous million dollar donation made this invaluable MDS trial possible for Missy and fulfilled Mr. D’s promise to her and her family — she is going to Disney World. Thank you, Candice Parker. All Children’s Hospital thanks you, everyone in this room thanks you.”
I watched Candi accept the award with a nod and a hug before I disappeared, ten minutes shy of show time. At precisely eight o’clock, I strapped on my helmet, brought my bike to life and rumbled through the startled guests in the lobby to the open elevator where Gio waited patiently. On the ride up to the Mezzanine level, I handed him my last full bag of Standford’s diamonds, mixed with small clear glass marbles. That was my idea. Why couldn’t we make this fun?
I rolled my bike off the elevator and waited for Gio to prop open the double doors. Taking a deep breath, I rumbled into the room as all eight hundred plus attendee’s eyes, turned and focused solely on me. The silence was deafening.
Meandering my way through the maze of crowded, misaligned tables, I arrived at my destination at 8:10. Removing my helmet, I nodded to Joseph first. “Mrs. Parker, I presume. Candi has said so many things about you. I’m D — Jon David. Whatever you want to call me is fine. I’m not here to hurt or harm anyone, I’m here to make a deal. All I ask is two minutes of your time.
“OMG! OMG! Marcy, look ... It’s ... It’s—”
“I know who it is, Candice. I recognize the motorcycle. This is about to get interesting,” Marcy said, watching Candi trip into a chair, before intercepting D at the large table.
I felt a hard pull on my left arm.
“D, you should not be here, but you know that already. Don’t you? ”
I nodded. Laying two jeweled disc cases on the table, I slid the one marked with a “X” to Joseph, the other marked with an “F” to Mrs. Parker. “Joseph, your ex-mother in law holds in her hand your second successful attempt at porn. Mrs. Parker, Joseph holds in his hand a copy of the infamous ledgers, along with the encryption codes that Candice worked so hard to retrieve from me.”
“I’m tired of running. I’m tired of trying to do the right thing. I’m really tired of watching people die needlessly. So here’s the deal. I have retained two copies of each. Joseph, if something happens to me — yours goes straight to the head of the Family, as well as TMZ. No one in their right mind would own a lawyer with such a dubious past, especially one that is subject to blackmail and coercion. Mrs. Parker, yours on the other hand, will go directly to the DOJ and more importantly, the IRS. Family or not, lives will be destroyed — beginning with this nice little arrangement you have here in Tampa. Trust me, I have no desire to see that happen either.”
Reaching into my saddlebag, I lifted out a 27.5 lb. South African solid gold bar and dropped it from two feet onto the table, rattling the silverware, knocking over the glasses and making a rather bold and pronounced statement. “This is for A.J. Standford. Tell him there are seven more just like it if he will call off his witch hunt. If he says no,” I laughed, “well then, there are three more just like it for the one who makes him go away — permanently.” I looked at my watch. ”Speaking of going away, my two minutes are up. I must bid you all, adieu.”
Turning my gaze to the gorgeous woman in red standing on my left, “Candi, remember that decision I told you, you’d have to make at some point? I’m afraid that time is now.” Firing off all cylinders, “I have to go, baby. Are you coming with me or staying? It's totally up to you.”
D was right; the time had come. I could continue to live in the shadows of my family or make new dreams with him. “Mom, I’m sorry. I’ll give the reward money back. I don’t need it anymore. I have to go. I love you.”
My dreams were coming true in D. Joining my prince on his motorcycle, I lifted my dress, flashing him a brief glimpse of his favorite red thong as I settled in behind him. Tapping his shoulder, “Let’s ride.”
“Stop them,” shouted her Mom, followed by Joseph’s screams to take me out as the table erupted in my rear views. The stunned crowd before me graciously parted, allowing me to pass through the maze of tables, unencumbered. That is until Gio started screaming diamonds for everyone, tossing handful after handful of the shiny baubles into the air, mixed with the clear glass marbles to stop cold anyone giving chase. The chaos behind me was maddening. Passing through the doors to a waiting elevator, compliments of Mile, I mouthed, “I love ya, Mile. Tell Gio to take care of my bike.” Pressing the 12th floor, I watched the doors slowly close behind us.
“So where are we going, baby?”
“Up ... We’re going up, baby.” At 8:18, the elevator doors opened. Taking Candi’s hand in mine, I helped her off my bike and led her up the stairway to the roof and the waiting helo. Introducing her to my old friend, General Rich Little, we lifted off, flying south into the dark Florida sky.
Wait! ... Wait! “What about Major?”
“No worries baby. I left him in charge. He’s holding the plane—”
To be continued...
Read on for a sample of Book 3
COMING SOON — BOOK 3
Ride to Retribution
Chapter 1
The thump…thump…thump sounds of the helicopter's rotors overpowered the engines deceleration, as General Richard Little powered back, beginning our decent into the Ft. Myers, Florida airspace around 21:30, before zeroing in on the helo pad, located to the left of Southwest Florida International Airport.
“General,” extending my leather gloved hand, “thank you for making this extraction possible,” I shouted into my mike at touchdown.
Candi, not to be outdone, removed her headset and kissed him purposely on the cheek. “General Little, I’m grateful D has friends like you. When he pushed the top floor button instead of ground, since we were on his motorcycle in the elevator, I had no idea where we were going. Thank you for rising to his call and getting us here safely.”
“Don’t mention it,” countered Rich, I’m glad to do it. Call on me anytime, especially you, Miss Parker. I don’t know what you see in this man, but I certainly know what he sees in you.” He removed his headset, then grinned.
Look! Look! The awesome power of the Woo-hoo strikes Generals, too! I slapped Rich on the shoulder, dropping a small, drawstring pouch into his lap, filled with a few shiny baubles, twenty-five to be exact. Roughly, 60 carets give or take, valued between 200K and 300K. These few diamonds were a far cry from the 150-plus I mailed at the beginning of this ride, making whole, many of the poor souls Standford swindled in his Ponzi scheme. Still, it was enough to say ‘Thank You’ from my heart.
Stepping onto the tarmac with Candi in tow, I ‘man hugged’ him as Rich stepped from the chopper. “I owe you, sir, more than you know. Fly safe.”
“Don’t mention it Captain, I won’t. Besides, it was fun,” shouted the infamous Air Force, Black Ops Commander out of Hurlburt Field, as he climbed into the helo and closed the door.
And with that, he was gone; lifting effortlessly into the starless, black sky.
“Hurry, Candi. We have forty-five minutes to make our flight.”
Clutching my beautiful red gown in both hands, and doing my best to keep from tripping over it as we hurried along, I said, “D, all you said was Major was holding the plane. When are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
Scurrying into the terminal towards the Air Canada ticketing counter, which was kind of a dead giveaway, I answered, “Canada.”
Crossing my fingers I thought, I bet we’re going to finish the ride, though maybe not. With D, I never know where his head is from one moment to the next. Then again, I know where I’d like it to be. Fond memories of our lust filled ride enveloped me and I shivered with anticipation.
“Candi, your passport, please?” I graciously asked, before passing it, along with mine, to an attractive, willowy blond agent named Holly.
“We have a 10:20 flight
to Toronto, with a dog. Can we still make it?”
“Certainly, now that the flight has been delayed by thirty minutes. Your dog wouldn’t happen to be Major, would he?” asked Holly.
“He would. I guess you’ve met him.”
“Most definitely,” Holly said with a smile. “What a wonderful temperament. He’s all male, that’s for sure.”
I turned to Candi and grinned, “He does love women.”
“And boobs,” I breathed just above a whisper, “just like his daddy.”
“Copy that, Candi!” I exclaimed, much louder than a whisper.
Holly blushed. “I have a note here that says since we don’t have a full flight, Major is welcome to ride in the cabin with you. That is if you want him to.”
“Gladly,” I said. “He loves to ride shotgun, doesn’t he, Candi? Not sure what we’ll call this arrangement, but it will definitely work.”
“Excuse me for a moment while I go get him. I’ve sent his crate on to your final destination,” Holly said, before swishing through the double doors and disappearing from sight.
Our final destination? Hmm… sounds kinda permanent. Not the best way to finish our ride. “Baby, now that I’ve got your undivided attention,” I said, playfully grabbing his crotch with no one outside our immediate circle the wiser. Well, maybe one the wiser, possibly even two, now that his little brain is awake and responding to my two-handed touch. “What is our final destination, Jon David?”
“Candi, I want it to be a surprise. After all we’ve been though, surely you’ll allow me to take your breath away on our next adventure.” I paused, while her left hand caught up with her right. Noticing how uncomfortable my jeans had become, I decided to give in and tell her. “OK. I’ll tell you this much, tonight we’ll be in Toronto.”
Toronto is a great place to stopover, but not to stay long-term. I released my playful grip. “I’m with you and Major, my two favorite males. That’s enough for now,” I said, adding, “until it’s not.”
Damn, did Candi just sound like Victoria? What’s happening to me? Why is it when I’m with one of my two favorite women, memories of the other one clouds my terribly twisted mind more times than I would like?
Just then, Major plowed through the swinging doors in a flash, leaping over the luggage check-in station and jumping up to plant his front paws on Candi’s bodacious breasts. He was smiling his doggie smile and anxiously awaiting a hug.
I blushed. “That’s my Major. Always wants to cop a feel every time he sees me,” I turned to Gloria, as D looked on, a wistful look on his face. What is that look? Is he jealous of the dog? Really?
I grinned and said, “Like father, like son. Thankfully, I taught him to shy away from the Woo-hoo, though. That leaves more for me!” I announced proudly. I put the leash on Major, as Gloria, who’d been rendered speechless by my last comment, pointed us to the gate.
We were off! Next stop, Toronto, then onto Mayberry, AKA, Cornerbrook, Newfoundland. Or so I thought…
The Airbus A-320 was pre-boarding when we got to the gate. Our seat assignments were in Business Class, row 3, seats A and C for Candi and me, with Major plopped down across the aisle in seats D and F. Being the pampered labra-doodle that he is, he acted right at home. And he was always happy if Candi was nearby.
When we’d settled into our seats, I closed my eyes for a moment. Hearing the distinct sound of clanking crutches approaching from the jet way, I was instantly alert. It sounded like Candi’s cousin Giovanni’s gait before he was refitted with a ‘strap-on.’
It wasn’t Giovanni; instead I saw a ‘high and tight’ man and his family coming down the aisle. From the look of him, he was most likely a Marine or a Seal. From the way he was walking, I could only assume he’d been recently fitted with a prosthesis.
Whispering seductively to Candi, I asked, “Baby, what say we move to the back of the plane? The Mile High Club awaits us! It’s is easier to accomplish that feat back there.” I grinned sheepishly and gave her my best puppy dog eyes.
I’m not following him. Then again, we’ve made love on everything that moves, except a plane. There has to be a method to his madness.
Looking at the family of four ambling toward us, I realized in a flash that there was more to the request than D being D. “Gladly, baby,” I replied. Grabbing Major’s leash I cooed, “Come Major, Daddy wants to get frisky. Bet you’re going to earn your keep by guard-dogging the door.”
That’s my girl! Rising quickly, I ushered the family of four into our vacated seats. “Guy’s it’s your lucky day. We’re moving to the back of the plane and you can have our seats,” I told them. “It’s because of the dog. We wouldn’t want him to bother anyone.”
I pulled my backpack from the overhead bin, receiving a respectful nod from the soldier/dad and a heartfelt hug from his wife. Feeling like we’d made a difference for this family, albeit a slight one, I strolled down the aisle of the plane. Two rows shy of the back, I found Major panting and sprawled across three seats on my left, while Candi was seductively spread-eagled across the three seats on my right, her beautiful dress raised deliciously high enough on one thigh to reveal a glimpse of her exquisite red thong.
“I know what you did, Jon David, and that’s one of the things I adore about you.” Swirling my tongue across my Trixie-embossed lips I added, “Does it count for the Mile High club if it happens before we leave the ground?”
“I’ll get back to you on that, baby doll,” were the only words I could muster before Candi pulled me deftly on top of her and attempted to take my breath away.
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From the Author
Thank you for taking the time to read Ride to Restoration, our second novel in the Ride Series.
Major and I welcome and encourage your comments, along with your fair and honest reviews on Amazon — as they will guide me in my continued quest to remake ... me.
My ultimate goal in this series is to entertain, as well as engage you, promoting selflessness, while generating more than enough sales to purchase at least a million meals through Second Harvest. We can do it, but not without you. Each month, one dollar from every e-book sale in this series is given to Second Harvest in your honor, our readers.
In the meantime, spread the word, pay it forward, volunteer where you’re heart is and encourage your family to be a part of it.
Many thanks — DJ Wilson
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Table of Contents
Copyright 2015, David Wilson
I humbly dedicate this book to Dani, Darren, Robin and Julie, without whose badgering, encouragement ...
“Life is not about
IntroductionS
Chapter 1“G
; Chapter 2T
Chapter 3J
Chapter 4Tampa BayI
Chapter 5“C
Chapter 6A
Chapter 7J
Chapter 8Tampa BayA
Chapter 9D
Chapter 10V
Chapter 11Tampa BayP
Chapter 12“V
Chapter 13W
Chapter 14C
Chapter 15“D
Chapter 16T
Chapter 17W
Chapter 18V
Chapter 19Tampa BayL
Chapter 20O
Chapter 21A
Chapter 22M
Chapter 23T
Chapter 24W
Chapter 25“T
Chapter 26I
Chapter 27T
Chapter 28W
Chapter 29T
Chapter 30N
Chapter 31W
Chapter 32F
Chapter 33“M
Chapter 34I
Chapter 35“F
Chapter 36D
Chapter 37Tampa BayS
Chapter 38Mistatim, SKTampa Bay, FLI
Chapter 39W
Chapter 40F
Chapter 41A
Chapter 42Tampa BayD
Chapter 43W
Chapter 44V
Chapter 45R
Chapter 46I
Chapter 47I
Chapter 48T
Chapter 49I
Chapter 50T
Chapter 51V
Chapter 52A
Chapter 53A
Chapter 54T
Chapter 55A
Chapter 56M
Chapter 57N
Chapter 58C
Chapter 59A
Chapter 60C
Chapter 61D
Chapter 62J
Chapter 63M
Chapter 64L
Chapter 65A