Hammer crouched down, for his best aim, exposing himself as he fired, while Amelia ran back into the doorway on her knees, firing too.
They unleashed a barrage of bullets that caused Drag to fire back with his own barrage, and try to make a leap for their child.
But he leaped right into Hammer’s bullet, and then Amelia’s bullet, and was stopped in his tracks.
He fell to his knees, as his bullet-riddled body gave up the ghost, and then he toppled over.
Amelia was so overwhelmed by how close their child came to certain destruction, that she crawled on her knees to the baby bed, and grabbed their crying son. Tears were in her eyes, too.
As Hammer’s men untied Oz and Rowena, Hammer hurried to his lady and their son. “You okay?” he asked Amelia, as he looked over her body.
“I’m okay, you?” Amelia asked him, as she looked over his body.
“I’m good,” Hammer said, in full sweat mode. And both of them looked at their son. Nobody would ever know how relieved they were.
“The front gate let her through without my knowledge, Boss,” Oz said to Hammer as he, now untied, hurried over by the threesome. “That bastard had a gun on me as soon as I opened the door, and Reggie didn’t do shit about it.”
“Reggie?” Hammer asked. Then he began looking around. “Where the fuck is Reggie?”
When Amelia looked around, too, and realized Reggie was gone, she handed the baby to Oz. “Oh, hell no,” she said emphatically. There was no way she was letting Reggie Dell get away scot-free. She took off running.
“Guard our son with your life,” Hammer ordered Oz, as he ran behind Amelia. He was running, not only to capture Reggie, but to protect Amelia.
And Reggie was getting away. She was at the front door, and was flinging it open, when Amelia ran up the hall toward the foyer, and saw her.
As Reggie ran out of the door, and began running down the steps, Amelia ran after her and lunched at her. She landed on Reggie’s back, and the two ladies scuffled, but Reggie managed to worm away and run for her car.
By the time Amelia was back up, and running for Reggie again, Reggie had jumped into her car and attempted to slam her door shut. But as Hammer and his men ran out of the house, and down the steps, Amelia grabbed onto Reggie’s car door, and tried to grab Reggie by the hair and pull her out of that car.
But Reggie had already cranked up, and floored it. She sped off. Amelia had to hold on, or she would be killed.
Hammer’s heart dropped when he saw Amelia holding onto that car door. She was being flung like a piñata around his front yard, and Reggie was doing donuts, driving in circles, to shake off Amelia. Hammer ran to put a stop to it.
“Don’t fire!” he yelled to his men. As before, he didn’t want any mistakes. He didn’t want any stray bullets going anywhere near Amelia.
“Reggie!” he yelled angrily. “Reggie, stop the car! Stop the car!”
But Reggie was terrified. She knew what she’d done. She brought a killer into his house. But he was going to wait on Amelia, to take her out. It would rid Reggie of that competition, once and for all. But everything went wrong. And now this!
If she could only shake this crazy bitch, she’d be gone! Hammer would forgive her someday. She was willing to bet that he would. But she also knew today was not that day.
But Hammer had a different take. He knew Amelia couldn’t hang on much longer, and something had to give. So he had to do some betting of his own. He was betting that Reggie would not kill him.
And that was why he positioned himself in front of her car, as she circled back around to him.
“Hammer, no!” Amelia cried. She was certain Reggie was going to kill him!
It looked that way to Hammer’s men, too, and they had their weapons ready to fire.
But Hammer’s bet paid off.
As soon as Reggie saw him in her way, she slammed on brakes. Amelia’s body nearly flew away from the door she had been holding onto for dear life, but she held on. And then, once the car completely stopped, let go.
But if Reggie thought it was over, she was mistaken.
“Had that fool up in this house with my child,” she said angrily to Reggie, and then grabbed Reggie by the hair and dragged her out of that car. She dragged her across the lawn.
And then she beat her. She beat her down.
“Hammer, stop this bitch!” Reggie was yelling. “Stop her!”
But Hammer wasn’t about to stop it. Coming for Amelia was the same as coming for him. She was going to get what she had coming to her. And it was an epic beating. Amelia, even Hammer knew, didn’t play.
Amelia wouldn’t let up, despite Reggie’s cries. She beat Reggie so badly, that Reggie eventually lapse into unconscious. And Reggie kept beating her.
But Hammer pulled her back. She had the green light from him to beat Reggie’s ass for her part in this drama, and she deserved every lick. But he could not forget the promise he made to Reggie’s mother on her deathbed. If Reggie was going to fall, it could not be by him. And letting Amelia drop her, would be the same as if he was doing it himself.
Amelia knew he would eventually stop her. She knew how much he cared for the heifer, and still believed in that deathbed promise he had given Reggie’s mother. He couldn’t just turn off all those years of feelings that easily. Amelia could, but Hammer couldn’t.
Hammer placed his arm around Amelia’s waist. “Let’s go see about our son,” he said.
And that was enough to break Amelia’s revenge spell. She wanted to be with their child.
“Drop her at the hospital,” Hammer said to Ray Rosen, as he stood awaiting orders. Amelia thought that was being too generous for a witch like Reggie, but Hammer loved that witch.
But not like Amelia thought.
“I don’t mean take her to the hospital,” he told Rosen. “Drop her nearby. Let her ass find her own way.”
Rosen smiled. “Yes, sir,” he said. “With pleasure, sir.” And went to do what he was ordered to do.
And Amelia was smiling too. It was still more than she would have done for her, but she understood Hammer. He had that lawman still deep inside of him, although it was buried so deep it was almost unrecognizable. But he was a man of his word. He was still willing to give people he cared about a fighting chance, if he promised to do so.
But if that bitch showed up again, Amelia inwardly decided, there would be no more chances.
They went into the house, and went to their son.
EPILOGUE
It was a full moon at night as they took a private boat ride up the Seine river in Paris. Amelia was sitting on Hammer’s lap with her back to his front, as he snuggled the blanket that covered the lower parts of their bodies, a blanket their tour guide gave to them to combat the chill of the cool night air, tighter around Amelia. And they enjoyed the sights, and the sounds of Paris at night. From the Champs-Elysees, to Notre-Dame, to the streets that filled with tourists as they rode by, to the music, the food, and the smells, they felt unburdened and free for the first time in a long time.
Oz and Rowena were on the trip with them, but not just as bodyguards, but for them to have a vacation too. They were off exploring Paris on their own. It was Ro’s first time abroad, and Oz’s hundredth-plus, and he loved giving her that first-time view.
JoJo was in good hands, too, as Trevor Reese and his girlfriend, Amelia’s niece Carly Sinatra, were pleased to watch him while they got away. It would be good practice, Trevor told them, although he didn’t tell them why, and they were glad to do it.
Hammer was just glad to be with Amelia.
“The only thing I don’t like,” Amelia said as they rode along peacefully, “is letting that heifer get away unscathed.”
Hammer smiled. Leave it to Amelia to leave out a crucial point. “She lived,” he said, “if that’s what you mean by getting away with it. But after that beat down you put on her, I would hardly call it getting away unscathed.”
Amelia laughed. “I know! I jus
t don’t like the bitch.”
“I’ve cut my ties to her,” Hammer said. “Don’t worry. But I have an obligation to her that’s cradle to grave.”
Amelia looked at him. “Her mother took a bullet for you,” she said. “Reggie didn’t take shit for you. Is it guilt that drives your need to protect her, or is it keeping your promise to her mother?”
“Both,” Hammer said, without hesitation.
“Oz said Reggie tried to talk Drag out of it,” Amelia said, “but only after she got him in the house and he had become violent and irrational. He took her gun and smacked her around, too. But I don’t get it. Reggie is supposed to be a contract killer. For a contract killer, one I assumed was trained by you, she’s not very good.”
“She’s excellent when it’s all carefully laid out. But winging it? She can’t do it.”
“I’m just glad it’s over,” Amelia said, “and we actually gained out of it. All of Leo T’s territory? I never dreamed my reach would go that far.”
“If you’re going to be in the game, you’d better own your space. Now you do. Hopefully, those fools will get that too, and you’ll be untouchable.”
It sounded wonderful to Amelia. He was allowing her to maintain her independence, and cornering the market too. It was a magnificent turn of events.
And then their boat lurched, and shook them slightly, causing Hammer’s penis to wedge between Amelia’s ass. They both felt it, and Amelia looked back at him. She wore a short skirt that night, and thongs, and beneath that blanket she could feel him expanding exponentially. The only problem: they weren’t exactly in their hotel bed.
But Hammer smiled that mischievous, charming smile, and she knew he was going to go for it anyway.
He reached beneath the blanket and ever so delicately unzipped his pants. Then he reached, between her legs, and moved the string-like seat of her panties to one side. And right on that private boat, as their private tour guide drove happily down the river Seine, he eased his thick, fully aroused penis into Amelia’s wetness. And both of them let out a sigh. Their guide smiled, and glanced back at them nodding. He thought they were admiring a bridge they were traveling under, and wanted them to know that he agreed with them. They smiled, and nodded back, but that bridge was the last thing on their minds.
Amelia looked back at Hammer, smiling too. “Sneaky bastard,” she said.
“What?” Hammer asked, with a laugh in his voice. “Paris is for lovers,” he said, “and what do lovers do?” He pushed further inside of her, causing her to lick her lip in anticipation. “They make love,” he answered his own question.
And then Amelia added: “Put a hurting on it, Hammer,” she said.
Hammer laughed. He adored this woman! “Oh baby,” he said, as his dick began stroking her, and moving deeper and deeper inside of her. “You just sit back, enjoy the ride, and let me take you there.”
Amelia, more alive at that very moment than she had ever been in her entire life, leaned against her man, and let him do just that.
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