“Do you think Archer wanted you out of the way so that he could take your idea?”
“I thought he realized that you were closing in on our plan and that’s why he turned on me. Then when the federal judge didn’t sign the warrant … I felt like Archer had something to do with that. Almost like he planned to get me caught and then in the same thought to have me acquitted because of circumstantial evidence.”
“Well … maybe you’re right about that, Young. So do you think that Albert is still going through with the plan to kill Gamboni and take over the Mafia business?”
“Fuck no! That guy couldn’t tie his own damn shoes. He doesn’t understand how the game is played with men like Marcell and Gamboni. They are always watching their backs and wouldn’t let him get the upper hand. He is probably kissing Gamboni’s ass as we speak. Plus I never contacted him again and that probably scared him away from the idea.”
“Okay … so I guess I still don’t understand why you’re so hard pressed to catch this Marcell guy.”
“Because Archer and I worked the case. He was guilty and we had given the jury enough evidence to put him away for a lifetime. But he was acquitted … turned loose and allowed to be back out on the streets. That pissed me off more than anything. I knew he was guilty, and Marcell knew he was guilty too. But the jury had a reasonable doubt that he wasn’t the one who had killed the man.”
“So this guy Marcell knew you were out to get him?”
“I told him that I’d get him. But he was smug that day in the courtroom and being such an asshole when he left. But I was even angrier about the way he swaggered out of the courtroom that day. I made my mind up that day that he was going to be put to death one way or another.”
“So instead of killing the Bennigan family and getting caught in the end … why wouldn’t you just kill Marcell and then no one would have known?”
“I thought about that, but I wanted to be justified for losing the case that he was acquitted and found innocent for. I wanted the world to see that I was right all along and that he was a piece of shit. It was the only case I had ever taken to the prosecutor and lost. I had a perfect record before that fucking guy got away with murder. Plus, you don’t just go and kill a hit man! Those guys are always watching and waiting.”
“I see … So you never did explain the girl to me, Young. What role did she play in the Bennigan murders, and why didn’t you kill her the same way you killed the others?”
“She wasn’t supposed to be there that day. I told her to stay at the apartment and I’d be back when I had the chance. She knew what I was going to do, and she was happy about it at first. But after I had finished off Mr. Bennigan, I heard her scream. She was hysterical and I couldn’t get her to shut up. I knew I had to make her be quiet.” Young shuffled his feet a bit and moved in his seat.
“Then what happened, Young?”
Young scratched his nose and then continued. “I pulled her into her room and tried to talk to her … but she said she couldn’t deal with it and that she was going to tell. I couldn’t let her ruin everything. So I just went ahead and killed her.”
“But there was an emotional attachment to her, and that’s why you couldn’t be that cruel to her, right? What was your relationship like with her?”
“I loved her! I met her and talked with her. I watched the Bennigan family for months before I contacted her. Then after seeing the way that her aunt and uncle treated her in public, I knew that she needed me to help make a way out for her. She hated them, and I talked her into helping me figure out the schedules of her aunt and uncle and then I’d take care of her. She was happy about me wanting to take care of her.” Young eyes began to well up with tears. He reached up with his hands strictly bound and wiped his tears away.
He continued. “Then the intimacy began, and it was so much different. Before that, she was just a pawn in a game of chess that I was playing. But I fell in love with her, and everything changed,” Young explained with another tear gathering in his eye.
Rick and T-Bone didn’t understand how a grown man could be intimate with an adolescent woman like that. They couldn’t understand how Young could go so far to get a man put away that he would do something worse than the man he was trying to punish.
Rick watched the prisoner tear up, but it didn’t make him feel sorry for him; it only confused him more. Young was a rat in a maze now, and he would be there forever. The recording that had just been made was legal and was enough to put Young away for a lifetime—that is, if he didn’t get the death penalty for his crimes.
Rick leaned up and put his hands together and placed them on the table. “So is that it? Do you have anything else to say?”
“That’s it, I’ve told you everything. Now get me out of this shithole and get me to another prison, please.”
“Okay, I’ll see what I can do about getting you transferred to a better prison, but I’m not promising you anything. I’ll let the judge know that you’ve cooperated with us and given us all the details for the Bennigan murders and even more. He may go easy on you until your trial. Until then try to hang in there and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
“Okay, but I don’t know how much longer I can handle this bullshit. They gave me half of an old wool blanket to cover up with. They don’t give me a pillow. They don’t allow me to have anything to write with, other than the crayons that a child would get at a restaurant. I’ve taken one shower since I’ve been here in three days, and I’ve had one hour of recreation time. It was spent in an abandoned gym with nothing else but the gym.”
“I understand how hard it must be, but honestly … you’re a murderer. You’ve killed lots of people and even tried to kill me, Young. They don’t like dirty FBI agents in prison. Look … thanks for all the information. I think that’s all I have. We’ll be in touch with you, and again, I’ll see what I can do about the accommodations.” Rick pressed the “stop” button on the recorder. He stood up and looked at Young. He turned, and the two detectives walked over to the door. T-Bone told the guard that they were finished, the guard rapped on the door, and it was soon opened. They left the prison and began the journey back to Dallas.
Chapter 30
Colt was awake by seven thirty in the morning; he was ready for Emily and Hanna to get home. He watched television and rustled around a bit, but his eager anticipation couldn’t be squashed. He missed his wife and daughter so very badly. Emily had been gone for more than two weeks now, and he needed to feel her touch.
As noon rolled around, he began to feel the anxiety building inside his stomach. It felt as if a hundred butterflies were in there trying to carry him away. He found himself looking out the window more frequently now. They should be here by now, he thought.
Finally he heard Emily’s car pull into the drive. He walked rapidly to the window and looked out. It was her, and he wasted no time opening the door and making his way to her. She stood up out of the car and stretched her legs. She smiled and looked at her husband walking quickly toward her. She turned to him and opened her arms wide to meet his loving embrace. He met her and wrapped his big strong arms around her tiny frame. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, but he needed to hold her tight and make her remember his embrace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and squeezed firmly. Then he pulled back and looked into her eyes.
She raised her lips to meet his and they kissed like they had never kissed before. Colt looked into her eyes and pulled his lips away from hers just long enough to say, “I’ve missed you so very much, my love!”
“Oh my God … I’ve missed you too, honey. I love you so very much, Colt, and I’m glad we’re finally home.”
“I love you too, honey, and I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you. I just can’t seem to find the words.”
“I know. I think about you every second of every day. You’re the first thought each morning,
the last thought each night, and in every thought in between.” Emily pressed her lips to his again. They stood there and held each other for several moments, and then Colt looked into the car to see Hanna sleeping in her booster seat. “How long has she been asleep?”
“She slept for a while this morning, but she just fell asleep again about fifteen minutes ago. I hate to wake her; she’s been kind of cranky today for some reason.”
“Then let’s not wake her,” he said as he grinned at his beautiful wife.
She looked up at him and gave a little smile. “What are you thinking? I know that look, and it usually means a dirty thought.”
“I’m not thinking anything dirty, honey,” he said as he reached into the driver’s window and pressed the garage door opener. It rose about halfway, and he pressed it again to stop it.
“Oh no!” she said as she blushed.
“Come on, honey, no one will see us,” he said as he gave her a gentle tug. She blushed again, and followed him into the garage. He led her about halfway down his car and stopped. He leaned her against his BMW and began kissing her on the neck. Her head slowly lay back so that he could reach his target. She had missed him as well, and it was evident from her passionate sighs. His hands began to explore her crevices. Her breath came faster as he reached her forbidden heat source.
Colt could feel the heat coming from her jeans as he pressed his hand hard up to feel more of the warmth. She gasped for air and moved her hand to the bulge that was now protruding from his pants. She unbuttoned his pants and pushed them midway down his thighs, to expose his boxers. His huge, hard cock throbbed and begged for her to touch it.
She knelt down in front of him and slid his member out of the vertical opening in the front. She looked up into his eyes and bit her lip. He knew what was to come next and watched her every move. She cupped her hand, then stroked him from the end to the base and then back to the end as she slid her tongue out of her tiny mouth. She pressed her tongue against the helmet of the throbbing love muscle and then explored the taste as she slid it up and then down again. He jerked from the pleasure and then relaxed as her hot breath made him feel at rest again.
She opened her mouth and pressed her lips over the large throbbing member. He moaned as her hot saliva engulfed him. He could feel her throat open for him to enter, and it was such a relief to him to finally feel his wife’s touch again. He placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pressed her farther onto him.
She moved him in and out of her mouth. She stroked his hard cock with her hand as she came out and pressed her hands downward as she pulled him back into her hot mouth. He wasn’t going to waste this much love on her mouth, though. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He looked deep into her eyes and then shoved a kiss onto her lips. He placed his hands under her arms. He lifted her up and placed her onto the hood of the car.
He grabbed the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers again and again, shoving his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue. The passion and the feeling of having his wife in front of him again was almost enough to make him explode. He gently pressed on her shoulders and laid her on her back on the hood of the car. He raised his arms to hers and slid her blouse off. Laying it onto the hood of the BMW for her head to have cushion in just a few moments. With one hand, he unbuttoned her bra and slid it over her shoulders, revealing her supple breasts. His hands cupped her nipples and he had never touched her skin so gently, as he massaged her. He made his way back to a standing position and while looking into her eyes, he found her tight jeans.
He unbuttoned her pants and jerked them down to her tennis shoes. He grabbed the heel of each of her shoes and threw them to the garage floor. He pulled each leg of her pants until all that was left on her perfect body was her white, cotton bikini panties. Her juices had already made their way through her panties, and seeing the wet spot made him take a deep breath.
He pressed his fingers to the wet spot and gently rubbed her clit from the outside through the panties. He leaned forward, moving his mouth over the small elastic band at the top of them and took her panties into his mouth. His teeth clenched … He tugged at the panties with his head and used his hands to help on the sides until they were to her ankles. He slowly pulled her feet through the openings and dropped them onto the floor of the garage. He looked up at her dripping crevasse and then into her eyes as he slid his hand over her leg, raising it gently to meet his waiting mouth. He gently kissed the inside of her right calf. He made his way up to the back of her knee and pressed his lips to her soft skin again. His mouth opened and his tongue touched her skin, kissing every few inches as he made his way to her thigh. He closed his teeth onto her gently and gave her skin a soft nibble.
Her head was fully tilted back now, and she could feel his breath on her hot box, but he didn’t touch her waiting womb yet. He allowed his hot breath to tease her and make her insides beg for him. Her passion wasn’t going to wait any longer. She threw her hands down and took his head into them. She pulled fast and forced his head down until she felt his tongue surround her throbbing clit. He rolled it from side to side with his tongue and felt it begin to grow and stiffen, harder now. Her pleasure was evident from her gasps for air, and her moans became louder and louder. She began convulsing, and he knew it wouldn’t be too long before she soaked his face with her love.
He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close to the edge of the car. He slid his muscular finger inside of her while continuing to punish her clit with his tongue. He pressed upward and found her pleasure spot. He began massaging it and sucking on her clit … In an instant she began to feel the pulsing sensation and the flow began. Colt knew that if he continued to massage her G spot, he could make her cum over and over again. He thrust his entire mouth over her clit and punished her with his tongue. His finger thrust back and forth, and she thrashed around on the hood of his shiny car. Her hands continued grabbing for him and then releasing quickly. It was almost as if she were trying to find something else to hold on to during the intense pleasure.
She tried to make him stop so that she could catch her breath, but it was no use. He continued to please her again and again. She rose to her hips quickly and looked at him. With a voice that was clearly short of breath she screamed, “Please, baby … stop … Oh my God! I can’t breathe!”
He allowed her to breathe but kept stroking her insides gently and slowly. She kissed him and moaned from the pleasure that he had brought to her. She slid closer to him, and he pulled his dripping wet finger out of her, placed it in his mouth, and enjoyed the taste. He placed his hands on her hips and jerked her closer to him. Her ass was almost off the car by now, but he would soon slide her back onto the hood.
He pulled his boxers down, revealing the mass of his stiff cock, which was purple and throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to penetrate her hot womb. He raised her left leg, placing her knees into the bends of his arms. He took hold of the pained shaft and began forcing the head of his hard cock onto her fleshy petals. In just a moment he was inside of her, and they both paused from the searing pleasure. He began stroking softly so that he didn’t hurt her. The head entered into her again, and she took his shaft deeper and deeper until he was buried.
He began to softly pull back and then thrust back inside of her. He pumped his cock in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She began to thrash around and told him, “Oh my GOD, Daddy … I’m cumming on that huge fucking cock!” He thrust deep inside and felt her juices released onto his fleshy, massive cock, again and again. He couldn’t stop the pleasure from getting to him. He jerked as he continued to pump inside her.
She watched as he struggled not to cum. She wanted to feel him satisfied, and she pulled him deeper inside of her. He tried to stop the urge from taking him over, but his efforts were futile. She continued thrusting onto his shaft so that he could last no longer. His release was as good as they bo
th had anticipated.
Emily knew by the swell inside of her what was happening, and she cupped her hands and grabbed his head. Her pleasure was still coming, but she tried to focus on his now. She continued to squirt her hot juices onto him and the hood of the car as she pulled herself farther onto him, harder now. She forced her petals to move back and forth to milk every ounce of love that he could possibly let go of. His face looked as if he was in pain, and he released yet again for her.
The pleasure was too intense now, and he held her tight so that she couldn’t move any longer. He was completely spent, and the pleasure turned painful to him. He kissed her lips and held her tightly as he looked into her beautiful green eyes. He stroked her hair and continued kissing her full, soft lips. She looked into his eyes as she felt his heartbeat inside of her. She was satisfied, and she knew that her husband was satisfied as well. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his strong heart beating fast through the muscle.
As he kissed her again, he slid himself out of her and watched their combined juices falling onto the hood of his Beamer. He kissed her again and then pulled his boxers up, tucking his massive member into them, and then raised his jeans as well. He handed her panties to her and then her pants. He handed her blouse to her and her bra as well. He watched as she put them on. He placed her shoes onto the hood beside her and leaned on his elbows as he watched her dress. She slid her panties on and then her pants. She pulled them up and buttoned them while lying on the hood fo the car. After the two of them finished dressing, he helped her off the car and walked her back out to where Hanna was still sleeping. He leaned his ass onto her car and she backed up, placing her back to his stomach.
She slid her hands to the side and behind her to touch his. She laid her head on his chest and could still hear his heartbeat. He interlocked his fingers with hers and held tightly. “I’ve missed you so very much, my beautiful wife.”
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