by Taylor Lee
Rory shook his head in admiration, his eyes dancing with glee.
“Jesus Mary Joseph, what I wouldn’t give to ‘ave seen Aldo’s face when they brought him the news. Hell, he wouldn’t give a fuck about his men being killed, but to have someone steal his merchandise? And, goddamn, I wouldn’t want to be the poor son of a bitch who had to tell ‘im what happened. That bastard would be lucky to be shot, but knowing Aldo, he chopped ‘im in pieces first.”
Rory shook his head in wonder.
“I gotta tell you, it sure as shit makes me think twice about investing in Chink cunts. Now, I have nothing against Chinks, cunts or otherwise. But I’ve always preferred those sweet little Irish lasses, especially the convent rejects, you know, the ones with mischief in those dancing eyes? But hell, yes, I applaud the use of virgins. Damn, I’ve been worshipping one of ‘em every Sunday of my life. We all have, right men? Who the hell do you think is sittin’ on top of that shrine everyone of our mama’s has – if it isn’t the virgin of all virgins?”
Screams of laughter filled the tavern as Patty slid four more bottles down the length of the bar and Rory shouted, “Here’s to virgins, Holy or not! May they ever be available and as eager to spread their legs as we are to deflower them!”
Rory was a big man, Irish to the core. His russet hair and beard and flashing sky blue eyes charmed every woman and man he met, all of whom basked in his good humor and rich Irish brogue. But no one, friend or foe, was fooled by the easy grin or Irish banter. Beneath that affable surface was a man as hard as steel, tempered in the tough streets of New York, as quick with a knife as he was with his fists.
The nuns gave up long ago trying to tame him with book learning. He was street smart and didn’t need the kind of knowledge they had to impart. By the time he was ten years old, he knew how to pick a lock or a pocket and which bookies could be trusted and which snitches could be blackmailed. He learned early that a grin and a wink were weapons worth having, but only when backed by a willingness to shove in a blade and twist it deep. He racked up victims the way he did women. Whether killing or fucking, he never lost his smile. Even those he extorted, manipulated, or bamboozled enjoyed his company. He was as loyal to his men as they were to him. There wasn’t a gang--Irish or Sicilian--that didn’t think twice before messing with Rory Calhoun.
Hours and many bottles of whiskey later, Rory sat with Liam, Ian, and Mike, talking through their next steps.
“This ain’t the first mind-blowing thing we’ve heard about the Frenchman. Hell, Pat says he is the scariest, smartest son of a bitch you ever want to meet. In addition to being a master with a knife and a gun, he is some kind of Chink hand to hand fighter. They call him a grandmaster. I don’t have the foggiest notion what that means, but if he is anything like Chung Lee, that prick in Chinatown who kills men twice his size, kickin’ em to death, then this Frenchie guy is worth gettin’ to know. From what I hear, the only thing bigger than his balls is his bank account. Pat says there ain’t a money pot, legal or not, that he don’t have his dick stuck in.”
He thought for a moment then mused, “What’s that saying? The enemy of my enemy is my friend? Or some shit like that? I dunno, I think it might be worth a trip out to San Francisco. I need to check up on our men, see first hand what’s goin’ on. What do you say? Maybe it’s time I learn a little French. I doubt we want to be his friend, but we sure as hell can pretend we do... that is, if that crazy son of a bitch Aldo don’t kill him first.”
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Chapter 13
Bai looked up from his desk when he heard the knock on his door and smiled when the door opened and Elena walked in. As always, he was struck by her breathtaking beauty and nonplussed by his body’s reaction to her. Christ, he wondered, would she ever walk in the room and his prick stay down instead of rising up to greet her? He doubted it. It was as though his dick could scent her – across a room – and set out to claim her. She took his breath away and he was rewarded by a look in her eyes that reflected the passion he felt for her.
“May I come in?” she asked redundantly, as she walked over and perched on the corner of his desk.
“Ah, cherie, as if you have to ask,” he said with a grin. “Without question, you are the most welcome interruption I have had all day.”
“Lei and I have been at the infirmary talking with the girls, Bai. Have you been there yet?”
He felt the rage tighten his chest. He shook his head. “Not yet, mon amour. I will go in the morning.”
Elena nodded. “I understand, darling. It is the most crushing sight I have ever seen. You warned me, but even so, I was unprepared for how young they are. Bai, how could someone be so evil? To do what they did to those children?”
“It is unfathomable, Elena. As depraved as the animals are who perpetrated the crimes, the men that I met with today are also responsible. Every one of them, including Jim Thompson and Peter Young, had to know what was going on in the brothel and did nothing about it. It sickens me. My only consolation is that I have the wherewithal and the courage to avenge the evil that was done to those girls.”
He grimaced and added, “I know you understand the mob will retaliate, Elena.”
“I do understand, darling,” Elena agreed with a grim nod.
“Bai, Lei and I met a young woman today who might be able to help. Her name is Jeng Ming. She is older than the others, closer to my age, nineteen or twenty. She was only at Madam Torrento’s for a couple of days and has an astonishing story to tell. Lei said that she was held captive by Tony’s boss, that evil man in New York. Somehow, Jeng Ming escaped and has been running ever since. She was captured by Tony’s men and brought to San Francisco. Lei thinks Jeng Ming knows a lot about the New York gang and may be able to help you.”
Bai lit a cigarette, then went to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of brandy. He raised a questioning eyebrow, and when Elena nodded, he poured her a glass and brought it to her.
“That’s important, Elena. I know the girl you are talking about. I spoke to her at the brothel. She is older and the little girls seemed to trust her. Wyatt, Nianzu, and I will meet with her in the morning. She could have information about Marcello that we can use against him.”
Elena watched him distractedly pace back and forth across the room. She saw the strain on his face and the muscles on his strong back tighten when he reached up to knead the kinks in his neck. She ached to give him relief.
She knew he was concerned about the expected retaliation and sickened by the exploitation of the young girls. She wanted to help him, hold him.
Taking a chance, she decided to interrupt his troubled reverie.
“Bai, look at me.”
He looked over at her with a preoccupied frown. “What is it, cherie? Is something wrong?”
She leaned back against the edge of the desk and smiled appreciatively at the way his fitted trousers clung to his hard muscular thighs. She quirked an eyebrow, then with a saucy grin dipped her finger in the amber liquid in her glass and lazily sucked off her finger.
Bai looked surprised, then a whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Do you want more brandy, cherie?”
She smiled, her eyes dancing, and put her glass down on the desk.
“No, Bai. I’m not thirsty for brandy.”
“I see. And what might my sassy little minx be thirsty for?”
“Come here, Bai.”
He grinned and lounged back against the cabinet and took a large swallow of brandy.
“I think not. I am quite comfortable here. Besides I’m not sure I like that glint in your eyes. Perhaps you are the naughty girl Tobias’s mother thinks you are. If so, I need to be wary of you, oui, cherie?”
Elena walked over to the door and locked it, smiling at him over her shoulder.
Leaning back against the door, she said, “You owe me something, Bai.”
He grinned and shifted slightly to account for the growing bulge in his trousers.
“Hmm. What do I owe you, ma petite fille?”
He added, “Isn’t it enough that I am going to marry you, a brazen little hussy like you, un méchants coquine peu?”
“Ah, not nearly enough.”
Elena bit her lower lip with a pensive look, as though considering what to do with him.
“You teased me last night, Bai. Badly.”
“You deserved it.”
“Then you deserve this,” she said, eyeing his now prominent arousal.
She sauntered over and stood in front of him for a moment, then nodded at his trousers.
“Drop your pants, Warrior Man.”
He threw back his head and laughed loudly.
“Ah, cherie, that is my line.”
She tossed her head and said, “I mean it – off with your pants.”
“Hmm, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?’
“Very.”
She moved up close to him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, releasing one button at a time. When she finished she pulled the shirt tails out of his trousers and spread open his shirt. She smiled up at him and, holding his gaze, dragged her fingernails down his chest, scratching at the fine black hair that dusted his chest. She circled one flat darkened nipple and pinched the tip.
Bai kept his grin in place, but couldn’t suppress a sharp intake of breath.
“Be careful, ma petite putain, you’re playing with fire.”
“Hmm, you do it to me--tease me, taunt me.”
“Ah, so I do. But once again, cherie, you deserve it.”
Elena smiled up at him, then leaned over and slowly ran her tongue around one hard nipple. She knew from experience that his nipples were as sensitive as hers and she loved to play with them, nipping, pinching, sucking them, doing the things he did to her. She bit down hard and he jerked in response. His nipple tightened to a hard peak when she sucked on it, then blew on it. Hearing his soft moan, she grinned a salacious grin and moved to the other nipple. She bit and sucked it while kneading and pinching the first.
She was surprised to feel her nipples tighten when she heard his moan. God, just thinking about his mouth on her, his wicked tongue, made her shudder and her breasts ache. She tried to hide her response, but looked up to see him smiling knowingly at her hard nipples, visibly straining against the thin silk of her chemise. She blushed and focused on tantalizing him.
Bai looked decidedly less nonchalant than he had minutes ago. Elena smiled to herself as she watched his eyes darken with a look she knew well; a look rife with lust. She trailed her fingers provocatively down his flat belly, playing with the coarse tufts of hair that tracked down his stomach to his groin. When she reached the bulge in his trousers, she rubbed against it, tracing the outline of his hard erection with her fingertips.
“Hmm, I think there might be a connection between your nipples and ‘this.’”
“What makes you think so, cherie?”
“Because when I suck on your nipples and pinch them – like this – you seem to get bigger, harder, and twitchier here!”
He laughed. “You might be right about that, ma petite fille sale, my bad little girl. Much like when I take your gorgeous breasts in my mouth and suckle you, that sweet pussy of yours weeps in response, doesn’t it? I think you are wet between your legs now, oui, mon amour? Hmm, perhaps your pussy is telling you that you want my fingers in you.”
“No, Bai, stop. I…I am teasing you, remember?” She tried to ignore his mocking smile and pointed to his crotch. “Besides, ‘this’ feels like it wants to be free of your trousers. What do you think, darling? Should I free this amazing appendage?”
“Ah cherie, that is dangerous. You may get more than you bargained for.”
Elena laughed a luscious, sexy peal of delight.
“Hah, I can’t handle you, Warrior Man? Is that what you think? You’re too much man for me, are you?”
Bai grinned and leaned back against the cabinet, accentuating the now rigid line of his cock pressing against his trousers. He reached for the brandy bottle and casually refilled his glass and took a deep swallow.
“I believe the more accurate question is, are you a woman bad enough, une femme sale, to handle it?”
“Now you are challenging me? That might be dangerous for you, my arrogant Warrior Man. Let’s see what you have in here that you are so proud of.”
She commanded, “For the last time, drop your pants.”
His voice was soft, husky. “Or?”
Elena’s eyes danced and she tossed her head with a mischievous wink.
“Or, I’ll take them off for you.”
Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she frowned slightly, concentrating on unhooking his belt buckle then with a quick swish pulled the belt out of the loops and tossed it on the top of the cabinet.
“See, darling, that wasn’t so hard. Even for a little woman like me. I think I’ll put your belt right up here where I can reach it. It may come in handy later…”
Bai smiled wickedly.
“Hmm, that is an excellent idea, cherie. I can think of a number of uses for that belt…:
“Oh, no, love. You are going to be much too busy to do anything with that belt. But now that I have it off, let’s see what is happening here. I want to see if you are as phenomenal as you seem to think you are.”
He chuckled and took a lazy sip of his brandy.
Elena screwed up her face, focusing on the buttons on his trousers, unfastening the first and then the second button. She reached inside his trousers through the damp tangle of hair on his groin and grinned when she felt the slick drops of cum on the end of his cock. With a dramatic sigh, she pulled her wet fingers out of his pants and held them up for him to see.
Bai hissed and his eyes darkened with desire.
Elena put her fingers in her mouth and greedily sucked on them.
“Mm hmm. Now I know what I am thirsty for.”
Bai stifled a groan and his smile tightened.
Elena moved to the next button on his trousers then looked up at him with a little pout and said, “You were mean to me last night, Bai.”
“Ah, perhaps so, but you deserved it. You were a bad girl, une fille sale.”
“You teased me. Unmercifully. You wouldn’t let me come. You made me beg.”
He grinned. “Oui, cherie, that I did. And you did beg, didn’t you? Many times and quite fiercely if I recall correctly.”
Elena gave him a provocative smile and said, “And now, my darling, sexy Warrior Man, you will beg me.”
Bai chuckled and shook his head. “Non, non. Je ne mendie pas, mon amour. I’m sorry, love, I don’t beg.”
Elena’s quirked an eyebrow and said, “Hmm, we’ll see about that.”
She quickly released the remaining buttons and with a flourish pulled his trousers and drawers past his thighs, and in the same motion dropped to her knees in front of him. When his erection jerked out long and hard, his breath hitched.
Elena looked at the glorious sight before her, her eyes wide with appreciation. She loved his cock and never ceased to be astonished at how big it was. Even now, it rose up long and hard against his stomach, the engorged end reaching past his navel. She needed both hands to circle the bulging width at the base. Holding his cock in one hand, she ran her fingers over the swollen head and squeezed the weeping slit, releasing a stream of cum.
Bai groaned and clenched his teeth. He muttered a harsh epithet under his breath and closed his eyes in anticipation.
Elena looked up at him with a satisfied smile and said in a husky voice, “I promise you, Warrior Man, you will beg.”
She began to stroke the length of his cock, delighting in the way it thickened in her hands, the veins standing out in sharp relief against the taut skin. It was like rubbing a sleek sensitive cover over a steel hard piston. Elena reveled in the contrast between the soft silky skin and hard throbbing cock and delighted in Bai’s fervent response to her eager touch.
“You are gorgeous, be
autiful. I love your cock. I can never…never believe how big you are, Bai. All I want is to take you as deep in my mouth as I can – all of you, if I can.”
Bai clutched the edge of the table, his forgotten brandy glass rolled to the floor with a clink and a splash of liquid. He no longer held back his soft moans of pleasure. She ran her tongue along the length of his cock, then nipped at the sensitive underside of the head, wringing a hard groan from Bai. While she worked her tight fist up and down his shaft, she ran her tongue around the red swollen end then buried her tongue in the weeping slit, licking it clean.
Bai’s thighs tightened and he groaned a hard raspy sound.
Elena put her hands on both of his thighs. Her voice was throaty, commanding. “Spread your legs, Warrior Man. Wider. That’s right; I need to get up in here.”
He groaned and spread his legs apart, pushing his hips toward her. She lifted his heavy cock with one hand and with the other reached for the precious sac below. She rolled his balls in her hands, fondling first one, then the other, delighting in Bai’s steady moans that were becoming more like growls. Lifting his cock higher, she licked and nipped at the sensitive ridge on the underside of his sac, then sucked both balls in her mouth and rolled them over her tongue.
Bai grabbed her hair and pulled her face up tight against his groin.
“Mon Dieu! Christ, Elena, whatever the fuck you do, don’t stop.”
“Is that a beg I hear?” she hummed, her voice vibrating against his cock.
“It is … a request,” he said, panting, drops of sweat beading on his upper lip.