Big Daddy Sinatra: Papa Don't Play

by Mallory Monroe

  “If Trevor bothers to show up,” Charles said as he made his way toward his bar near the back of the living room. “That guy could be playing my daughter, and all of us too.”

  “I doubt that,” Mick said, following Charles. “You may not realize this, but people don’t fuck with me like that.”

  Charles glanced back at Mick. He smiled. “You figure that, do you?”

  “I know that,” Mick said. “I’m not bragging.”

  Charles smiled. “Sure you aren’t,” he said, as he walked around the bar counter. Mick sat at the counter. “How’s my family?” Charles asked.

  “Everybody’s asleep I think,” Mick said. “Except maybe Jenay. She’s upstairs.”

  Charles poured both of them a drink. Then, instead of toasting Mick, he pointed his glass at Mick. “You need to get home to Roz,” he said. “You stay away from that wonderful lady entirely too much.”

  “She understands,” Mick said. “I’m not going anywhere until we find who we need to find.”

  “Your people have been tracking Trevor Reese I take it?”

  Mick nodded. “Discreetly,” he said.

  “Where is he?”

  “We don’t know where he is right at this moment, but we do know that he wasn’t lying. He’s deep undercover in both worlds. The criminal world, and law enforcement. We have to be careful with that guy. We track him too closely and we’ll have more Fed heat on us than we would ever want.”

  “But I’m getting tired of this shit, Mick. I need answers. How soon before he brings Giuseppe to us?”

  “There’s no way of knowing,” Mick said. “It could be tomorrow; it could be next week. We just don’t know.”

  “I’m not going to wait much longer,” Charles said. “What that Giuseppe did to my family has to be handled. I’m not going to wait much longer.”

  Mick understood that. He didn’t respond, he drained his liquor.

  Charles drained the last of his drink too. “You need to go home, to your wife.”

  “You need to go upstairs,” Mick retorted, “to yours.”

  Charles smiled. “I agree,” he said, sat his glass on the counter, and headed upstairs to bed. But not before stopping by Brent’s room, where Makayla and Brent, Junior were also sleeping in the room. All three were asleep. And not before stopping by Donald’s room, where Ashley was also asleep in the room, on the couch.

  Charles also checked on his baby girl, Bonita, who was asleep in bed with Carly. Charles leaned against the doorjamb, folded his arms, and stared at his two youngest daughters. Especially Carly, whom he was certain still cared for Trevor. She decided to make her bed hard when she hooked up with a character like him. Charles didn’t want the hook up. But she was always her own woman. He had to accept that she would, in the end, do the right thing.

  When he finally made it to the master bedroom, Jenay, to his relief, was sound asleep. He knew she tried to stay up, but she was so tired her body betrayed her. He was glad that it had.

  He showered quickly, mainly to get the stench of Cruikshank off of him, and got in bed with her. He snuggled against her warm, naked body spoon-style, and placed his arm around her, his hand resting on the center of her stomach.

  Jenay stirred several times, and then eventually opened her eyes. When she realized Charles was back at home, in the safety of their bed, she turned toward him quickly. “Hey,” she said, relieved. She rubbed the side of his gorgeous, unshaven face. “You okay, baby?”

  Charles wanted to say that he was fine. But he knew he wasn’t. His brows furled into a look of deep concern. “No,” he said honestly.

  Jenay’s heart broke for him. She hated what those animals forced him to do. She placed her hands on both sides of his face. “We’re going to get through this, Charlie,” she said. “You hear me? The children are going to heal, and you and I will get back to normal too.”

  “I believe that, too, Jenay,” Charles said. “I do. I’m just praying for sooner rather than later.”

  Jenay stared at him. She studied him. “You had to go there with Cruikshank?” she asked.

  Charles looked at her, and he didn’t want to answer her question. But he knew she deserved to know. “Yes,” he said. “And not just him either.”

  Jenay moved her hand to his arm and squeezed it. Then she rubbed it and looked away, her agony as palpable as his. But then she rallied, and looked at him again. “You’re still a good man, Charlie,” she said. “And don’t you ever forget it. We aren’t going to let our enemies define who we are. Just because they made us go where we didn’t want to go, they had to understand that we were willing to go there.” Then she smiled. “You have too many gangsters in your family not to be gangster yourself.”

  Charles smiled too, and his heart swelled with emotion for this woman. Because this was exactly why he loved her so much. This was why he chose her above all the women he was fooling around with. She understood him. She understood the heart inside of him. He needed her like he needed air to breathe. “Oh, Jenay,” he said heartfelt, and pulled her into his arms.

  They embraced, side by side, and pulled their bodies as close as two people could possibly get, for the remainder of the night.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  The next morning, Jenay was already up and in the shower by the time Charles arose to brush his teeth. He felt more rested and refreshed than he’d felt since their ordeal began, although they still needed answers. But being with Jenay last night, alone in their own bed, replenished him.

  He looked over at the shower as he gargled. Jenay’s naked form could be seen through the shower door. That flat stomach. Those gorgeous legs and shapely thighs. That tight ass. And just like that, just seeing her form through fogged glass, brought his dick to life and made him want her badly.

  He got in a hurry. Still naked himself, he spat out his Listerine, wiped any residue from his mouth, tossed the wash cloth aside, and got in the shower with her.

  Jenay had been surprised when she saw that her husband was up already, given his usual inability to get up early at all, and was pleased when he got in behind her. “I still don’t believe you’re up,” she said with that whimsicalness in her voice he loved.

  “I don’t either,” Charles replied, as he placed his hand around her waist and snuggled her closer. “And I feel good too. Maybe this will portend things to come.”

  Jenay smiled. “I doubt that, Charles,” she said firmly. “Getting up early is not going to be the norm for you. I’m sorry, bud, but no.”

  Charles laughed, but not before moving even closer against her, jutting his cock against her butt cheeks, and kissing her neck. “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you too,” she said, leaning against him. “And you know what else you love about me?”

  Charles smiled. “Your body?” he asked, continuing to trace kisses along her smooth, brown neck.

  Jenay nodded, closing her eyes and enjoying his kisses. “Bingo,” she said.

  “What could have possibly given it away?” he joked, although he knew his fully aroused penis was the clue she meant.

  He turned her toward him. At first he stared into her beautiful eyes. And then he kissed her repeatedly in long, loving, circular motions. He would come back up for air, and give her a chance to breathe, and then kiss her long and lovingly again. It was as if they were making love with their mouths alone. And then his mouth wanted another taste, a more primitive taste. He knelt down, the shower water drenching down his neck and back, and she opened her legs.

  He ate her, nibbling and pulling down on her folds, until they were wrinkled and hanging from his activity, and she was red with fire. She splayed her hands against the shower stall, inhaling and exhaling with every sensual lick of his tongue and touch of his teeth until Charles had her so hot with desire that she forcibly grabbed his broad shoulders and pulled him up. She wanted to feel his dick, not just his mouth, deep inside of her.

  Charles gladly obliged. He flung her back against the shower wal
l, lifted her thighs, and placed his hands beneath them. Then he guided his rock hard, excited dick, without the use of his hands, inside of a warm welcoming place it knew so well.

  Jenay’s vagina knew it too, and responded with pulsations that caused her to feel the heat from the moment of entry. “Yes,” Jenay said barely audibly, as her eyes fluttered. As he moved in deeper, and as her body responded to his fullness, she kept saying it, almost inaudibly still. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Charles loved her reaction, and he continued to move inside of her with a slow tenderness that she loved. His penis broke through her tightness. His penis rubbed against her sensitive caves. And Charles watched her every reaction as he fucked her. Her eyes were closed. Her body was moving to his grooving. And he watched her.

  But her breasts kept bouncing the deeper his dick dived inside of her, and his eyes kept being diverted from her lovely face, to her lovely breasts. And he had to have those too.

  He leaned over, and began sucking and licking and kissing them too. Jenay thought she was going to climb that shower wall when he began doing to her breasts what he was doing to her pussy, and she could hardly contain herself. She raked through his thick hair, and guided his head, as he did her top to bottom.

  Charles felt the rhythm they were in to the roots of his hair, and he looked back up and watched her. He loved watching her. Until his own body betrayed him and he could hardly hold his eyes open from the pleasure this woman was giving him. He loved Jenay so much that it still hurt to think that some bastard tried to take her away from him. And the more he thought about their love, and how that bastard failed, he moved inside of her with a sudden and present urgency.

  And then they came. Together. Charles and Jenay together. Jenay wrapped her arms around his neck as her vagina pulsated with achingly hard throbs of sensual delight. Charles held her closer as his penis filled to overflowing and then burst through and poured into her. His ejaculation was in squirts and rolls.

  Jenay held on, as he filled her up with an intensity they had never felt before. Because they knew the truth. They knew it was about the specialness of their bond intermingled with the terror they both felt when that bond, when their togetherness, was almost taken away from them. Charles continued to fuck her as he drenched her. He poured his heart and soul into her. And Jenay, bucking and arching and pulsating harder and harder, had never been more full.

  They showered together afterwards, and dressed together, and after checking on their sleeping children, made their way downstairs together. Charles in his tailored black suit and tie, and Jenay in her free flowing olive dress and heels. They made the perfect couple. Jenay knew she didn’t have to go all out. She knew she would be at home all day, caring for Brent and Donald and Charles would love her regardless of how she dressed or presented herself. But she still felt obligated to look as nice for Charles as she could. She was not going to take the blessing of her marriage and become complacent. He was the kind of man who dressed well every day of his life, and she made it her business to match his enthusiasm.

  “You look beautiful,” Charles said as he held her hand and watched her walk downstairs with him.

  Jenay smiled. “Thank you,” she said. She loved to see the pride in his eyes when he looked at her. “You look pretty awesome yourself.”

  Charles smiled like a kid who knew he didn’t deserve all he was fortunate to have, but was going to enjoy it anyway. He removed his hand from her hand and placed his arm around her waist, for more intimate contact, as they walked.

  They weren’t in the least surprised when they made it downstairs and saw Mick already up and sitting in the living room. He was always an early bird when he visited. Sometimes they wondered if he went to sleep at all. They weren’t surprised, either, when they saw that Carly was up with him, given that she wasn’t upstairs with the others and was known as an early riser herself. But they were shocked as hell when they saw Trevor Reese, sitting beside Carly, behaving as if nothing had ever happened.

  Trevor rose when Charles and Jenay came across the room. Carly rose too. Although she was smiling, her parents could see the strain in her eyes. “Good morning,” she said. “Dad, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early.”

  “There’s a first time for everything,” Charles said, as he looked mainly at Trevor.

  “Good morning, Mr. Sinatra,” Trevor said. “Mrs. Sinatra,” he added.

  “Good morning,” Jenay said dryly. He still had a lot of repair work to do to ever get into her good graces. Having a kill list with the names of their family members on it wasn’t a roaring start.

  “Could you two ladies excuse us?” Mick asked as he rose to his feet, buttoning his suit coat.

  Jenay looked at Mick. She was offended by his dismissal. She felt she had every right to know what the news was too. She wasn’t going anywhere. She looked at Carly. “Excuse us, baby,” she said. “We need to discuss some business.”

  Carly didn’t want to leave either, but she knew there was no arguing with her father, nor mother for that matter. But this was a different matter. “I want to know too,” she said. “They weren’t just after my brothers. They tried to take me out too.”

  Trevor’s heart squeezed with anxiety when she said those words. Because that was why he risked his very being to do what he came to tell them he’d done. Those bastards came for Carly too. They came for his lady too. “She’s right,” he said to the Sinatras. “She has a right to know.”

  Mick looked at his brother. Charles word would be the final word. Mick knew for himself that no daughter of his would be allowed to inject herself into this level of underworld business, whether she was a victim of it or not. But Charles gave Carly all kinds of liberties. Ashley, Bobby, and Donnie, and especially little Bonita, didn’t get away with shit. But Carly? She and Brent seemed to be on a different level to Charles.

  And since Charles didn’t object to Carly’s decision to remain, and Jenay didn’t offer any comeback, Mick left it alone too. “Tell us what you know,” he said to Trevor.

  Trevor looked at Charles. “We have him, sir,” he said.

  Charles’s heart pounded. “Where is he?”

  “Boston,” Trevor said. “In my custody.”

  They knew what that meant. Trevor had Giuseppe holed up in a safe house.

  “What kind of Fed heat can we expect?” Mick asked.

  “Plenty,” Trevor admitted. “But all on me. None on any of you. I had to call in a lot of favors to get to this point. That’s why it took me so long. But I still have a lot more favors I can call on if the heat gets too hot. I have that covered.”

  “You’d better,” Mick said. “I do not have the Fed connections you have, Reese, but I have the other kind of connections. Your connections can lock you up. Mine can put you in the ground.”

  Charles, Jenay, and Trevor glanced at Carly when Mick said those words. They could see the dread in her eyes, but they could also see the determination. She knew what her uncle was about. She wasn’t stupid. And she also knew Trevor was no altar boy either. But being caught up in an ambush, where she and her siblings could have died, changed her perspective.

  “If I find out you’re pulling shit out your ass and telling us it’s a pot of gold instead of a load of crap,” Mick warned, “I will come for you with my connections. And heat or no heat, I won’t give a fuck about yours.”

  Trevor never wanted to tangle with Sinatra. Nor the Gabrinis for that matter. They were all pure gangster thugs as far as he was concerned. But he made the decision to cast his lot with Carly. He couldn’t do that, he knew, and expect no Sinatra interference. “I understand that,” he said to Mick.

  “Just so you do,” Mick replied.

  Mick and Trevor exchanged a hard look.

  “Let’s go,” Charles said.

  “I’m going with you,” Jenay announced.

  Mick frowned. “No, hell no,” he said harshly before he realized he was saying anything. But he didn’t back down. But, again, he knew it
was Charles’s call to make.

  Charles looked at his wife. “I know you feel a need to go too,” he said, “and confront this man. But I can’t allow it.”

  “Charles, why?” Jenay asked. “They’re my children too. I’m not just a bystander. And beyond all of that, they tried to take me out too.”

  “Yes, they did,” Charles responded. “I get that. But there is no way I’m putting you in this kind of danger. Just because Trevor has our man doesn’t mean our man doesn’t have other men out searching for him. It’s a dicey situation, babe. You’ve got to stay here, and stay safe, for the children. Mick will stay here too,” Charles added.

  Mick was ready to roundly object, but Charles laid down the law. “Mick will stay here too,” he reiterated, as if he was daring Mick to say something. And then he looked at Jenay. “I need him here, to help you protect our children, in case this is another diversion.” He looked at Mick. “There is no way,” he added, “that I’m leaving my children and my wife here without maximum protection. You’re maximum protection.”

  Mick understood. He didn’t like it. He hated the very idea of his brother dealing with the likes of Giuseppe alone. But he knew Charles was right. This could be another ploy. He nodded. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll stay here.”

  “But what about you, Charles?” Jenay asked. She wasn’t satisfied with the plan at all!

  Charles took Jenay by the arms and pulled her close to him. “I’ll be alright,” he said. “You take care of our family. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  Jenay stared in his eyes. Charles was always a stubborn man who ruled his household with a hard hand. But he always allowed her to give input. He always sought her advice. But not today. This, she knew, was on an entirely different level. “Okay,” she said to him.