by Ali Vali
“Let’s get out of here and go catch up,” Cain said as she patted Ross on the back. “If you’re not too tired, the kids want to treat you to dinner at their favorite place.”
It didn’t take long to get to Jacquimo’s on Oak Street. The restaurant started by a merchant-marine cook was in an old shotgun house, and the kids loved it because they got to walk through the kitchen to get to the dining area out back. None of the plates or utensils matched, the drinks were served in Mason jars, and the wait staff looked rather Bohemian, but they made the best fried chicken in the city.
Ross barely had to speak as Hannah and Hayden filled in what they’d been doing since he’d seen them last. By the time they reached coffee and dessert, Hannah was asleep on Cain’s lap.
When they got home, Ross watched Emma and Cain work together to put Hannah to bed and smiled as he remembered how Barney Kyle had described Cain. This gentle soul didn’t resemble the rabid beast in Kyle’s stories at all.
“Looks like Hannah’s forgotten your mom,” Ross told Emma.
“Thank God for that. You want to call it a night or join Cain downstairs?” Emma pointed in the direction Cain had headed. “I put a pair of Cain’s sweats and some T-shirts on your bed to sleep in. Hopefully they’ll find your bags by tomorrow.”
“What, she doesn’t own pajamas?” he asked, then laughed.
Emma blushed but laughed along with him. “There’s a spare toothbrush in there too.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist, and I can go to bed if you want. You look tired.” He combed Emma’s hair back, an old habit he’d developed from the time she was a baby.
“Cain’s just finishing up some stuff, and I’m going to bed, don’t worry.” Emma kissed him on the cheek. “I know you like talking to her, and when the kids are wound up like that it’s hard to cut in. I’m happy you’re here, Daddy.”
“You might get sick of having me around now that I’m retired.”
“We’ll see about that.” Emma kissed him again and headed for their bedroom.
Ross found his way to the study and stood outside until Cain finished her phone call. “Staying up past nine might take some getting used to.”
“We’ll citify you in no time,” she said, then laughed. “And I hope you do come to like it here. Emma’s been redecorating our place and your rooms are ready.”
“I told you I’d sign for you on that casino thing, no need to butter me up. The last thing you need is some old codger hanging around.”
“I’ll have plenty of time to convince you otherwise, but for tonight how about a drink and a comfortable bed?”
They talked close to an hour over a couple of glasses of aged whiskey before Cain walked him to his room. “Give a yell if you need anything.”
Cain stopped at the children’s rooms to check on them before joining Emma. When she opened their door, a candle burning on the nightstand gave off just enough light for Cain to tell Emma was naked. With a flick of her fingers she locked the door and started stripping off pieces of clothing, leaving a trail to the bed.
“We’ll talk about my father later, okay?”
“Want to talk about something else?”
“Actually I don’t want to talk at all,” Emma said, as she encouraged Cain to cover her with her body. “Just touch me.”
Later she’d have to ask Emma what she’d been thinking about while she’d been downstairs with Ross, because when she put her fingers on Emma she was wet. From that first touch Emma spread her legs wider and lifted her hips to meet her touch.
“Go inside, baby, please,” Emma whispered in her ear.
As Cain slowly gave Emma what she wanted, she dragged her nails from the small of her back upward. As quick as a summer rainstorm, Cain was soaked. She tried to go slower, but Emma wasn’t having any of it. Emma set the pace with her hips, and Cain merely smiled and complied. Emma’s orgasm didn’t stop her, and she pressed Cain closer. That near, Cain could hear her breathing deepen and quicken.
“You ambushed me,” Cain said when Emma was done.
“Not yet, but that was in my plan.”
Cain laughed but soon moaned as Emma left her arms and disappeared under the covers.
When Emma wrapped her lips around her clitoris and sucked hard, she grabbed a handful of the sheets. At this rate she wasn’t going to last long, but she felt so good she did nothing to slow Emma down. Emma brought her to the brink then stopped, making Cain’s eyes fly open.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, out of breath.
“Nothing.” Emma put two fingers in, then pulled out slowly.
“Not a good time to be stopping, lass.”
Emma didn’t respond but lowered her head again, this time using only the tip of her tongue. Soon Cain was at the same level of excitement, and her clit felt so hard when Emma stopped again she thought it would pop.
“Set on torturing me then?” she asked. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You should be asking yourself what you’ve done right.” Emma ran her flat tongue upward this time. “And you should be asking yourself what’s it going to take,” she did it again, “to get what you want.” The third swipe of her tongue made Cain lift her hips so far off the bed chasing Emma’s mouth that she could feel her calf muscles tense. “What do you want, mobster?”
Cain lifted her upper body up and grabbed Emma, making her squeal. Carefully she turned her around so her mouth was just below Emma’s opening. “What I want is to even the score.” She lifted her head slightly and kissed the glistening lips. “Just remember one thing.”
“What?” Emma asked, lowering her head and repeating Cain’s actions.
“If you stop, so will I.” If Emma thought to say anything or ask a question, Cain emptied her mind as she sucked her in. “Understand?” She repeated her actions and Emma pressed herself closer. “Do you understand?”
She came close to laughing when Emma still didn’t answer, but that notion died abruptly when Emma put her mouth back on her. This time Cain could tell as the pressure built that Emma wasn’t going to stop. She could sense how Emma felt about her in every touch, and Cain felt so good she had to force herself to concentrate on giving Emma pleasure. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to wash over her, but she didn’t stop touching Emma until she reached the same peak.
She helped Emma turn around and ran her fingers gently along her back, since Emma had collapsed on top of her. “Tell me what I did right so I can keep up the good work,” Cain said softly. The mattress bounced slightly when Emma laughed. “Because I certainly do like your rewards.”
“I wanted to thank you for making me so happy and,” Emma lifted her head and bit down gently on Cain’s chin, “because I didn’t want you to think we were going to stop doing this just because my father’s in the house. I thought I’d nip that in the bud before you got goofy on me.”
“Considering we’re going to try and convince him to retire to warmer climates, I’m not that crazy.”
“Do you think he’ll be happy here? He’s used to running a farm and being active.”
Cain stopped her hands and held Emma closer. “I’m sure we can keep him busy, and I have some ideas of how to keep him involved with the life he’s used to.”
“Don’t worry is your answer, huh?”
“And get a good night’s sleep.” She kissed Emma and got her more comfortable by rolling over and sliding behind her. “I love you.”
Emma lifted their joined hands and kissed Cain’s knuckles before she moved Cain’s hand between her breasts. Before Cain gave in to sleep, she hoped all their problems could be settled so easily. But she was serious about trying to keep Ross nearby, if only to have one more person willing to do anything to keep Emma and the kids safe. Cain would have a problem with Ross being there only if he invited his wife to join him.
Chapter Thirty-Three
“Cain, the airport called,” Carmen said as she poured herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Cain was leaning against the counter
downing a bottle of juice after her run. With Hayden in school she shared her runs with Merrick and Mook. “Mr. Ross’s luggage finally made it, and they offered to deliver it, if you want.”
“If we take them up on that, Ross will never see his underwear. Call and tell them I’m sending someone.” Cain glanced out to the foyer and spotted one of the young guys Lou had assigned to the house and who had been out with them to various restaurants. The tall blond named Rick Greco was somehow related to Mook and had earned Lou’s trust by never turning him down, no matter what Lou asked of him. Lou was thinking of putting Rick with Hannah when he had a little more experience.
“Rick,” Cain called.
“Morning, boss.”
“Do me a favor and take one of the cars and run out to the airport. Ross was missing a bag and it just made its way from Hawaii, probably.”
“Sure, let Lou know where I am.”
“Actually, I’ll drive you,” Lou said. “We ordered some new scanning equipment and it’s at the FedEx office out there. I’ll drop you off, pick the stuff up, and come back for you so you don’t have to park. Come on, kid.” Lou put his hand on the back of Rick’s neck and guided him toward the door. Cain shook her head at their roughhousing. It was one of the ways Lou acted when he really liked someone.
“Is Emma up yet?” Cain asked Carmen.
“Not yet, but Hayden’s almost ready to go.”
Outside, Lou got behind the wheel of one of their SUVs and laughed as Rick told him about his last date, which had turned out disastrously. At the airport he dropped Rick at the baggage claim and waved to him as he drove toward the freight area.
Rick walked to the Delta office and rested his elbows on the counter since the place was empty. A pile of bags sat outside next to the carousel and in the office, so he was content to wait, not wanting to check every tag himself.
This section was the airport’s newest addition, and from where he stood he could see the new customs office. A group of Hispanic men loitered outside the solid door, and the shortest one in the bunch piqued his interest. Rick thought he’d seen him before but couldn’t place where or with whom. He moved closer to the glass wall for a better look at the guy with the ponytail. The men stood in a circle talking and laughing at something one of them had said, but none of them were facing out.
One other guy sat on the other side, and Rick could see his legs and his black dress shoes, but not his face. He moved closer to the door, trying to get a better angle to see the guy and hoping that whoever it was would trigger the memory of where he knew the long-haired man from.
When he moved to the open door, the short guy turned in Rick’s direction and, from his facial expression, Rick guessed he’d recognized him right off. The guy said something, the others looked too, and then Rick could see the man seated. Anthony Curtis locked eyes with him, and Rick fumbled in his pocket for his cell phone. Lou’s number rang twice before the men reached him, pulled his arm down, and pressed a gun into his back.
The action made Rick remember where he’d seen the little guy with the long thick hair. He was one of the men standing outside the Steak Knife the night Juan Luis went there with Nunzio Luca and his uncle.
“What you doing here, hotshot?” the men behind him asked him in a heavy accent. Rick took a slight step forward when the gun was jammed harder into his back. “I asked you a question.”
The door behind them started to open, but before the airline employee made it in, the men hauled Rick toward the bathroom close to the escalators. Anthony watched the whole time but didn’t move.
One of the four guys checked the stalls, while another one stood at the door to prevent anyone from coming in. The guy Rick had recognized was screwing a silencer to his gun and the sight of it drove his pulse up, but he showed no outward emotion. They were probably just going to scare him a little after luckily finding him alone.
“How you know we here, cowboy?” the little guy asked as he pressed his gun to Rick’s forehead, having to hold it at an odd angle to reach.
“I’m picking up a bag, asshole, and I don’t really give a shit why you’re here.”
The last guy kicked him behind the right knee, making him lose his balance and fall to his knees. “You don’t got no backup, cowboy, so be good.”
“You need plenty of backup, don’t you, little shit?” The last word had barely left his mouth when his head exploded.
“What in the fuck was that, Jesus?” Oscar, who’d been standing behind Rick, jumped back and reverted to Spanish. The back of Rick’s head sprayed him from head to waist, and he wiped his face and visibly shivered as his fingers found solid particles that couldn’t be blood. “This is going to bring the kind of heat Juan is paying us to avoid.”
“Shut up and let me think and keep everybody out.” Jesus Vega took his gun apart and paced by Rick’s body. He couldn’t go back to Rodolfo after this, which made him feel sick to his stomach. “Merda,” he said as he stared into Rick’s open, dead eyes. Before Juan had been sent home, Jesus had reluctantly cut a deal with him as a way to assure his place in the future. Rodolfo was more level-headed, but he wasn’t going to live forever.
“They’re starting to let people out,” the guy at the door said.
“What do we do, Jesus?” Oscar asked.
“Put him in the last stall,” Jesus ordered in Spanish. “And change clothes with him. We’ll get stopped for sure if you try to walk out like that.” He pointed to Oscar’s blood- and brain-splattered suit.
“Somebody’s going to find him eventually, and when they trace it to us we’re dead,” Oscar said.
“None of you are going to tell Juan what happened, so it’s not a problem. Get me?” Jesus glanced around the space, trying to remember if he’d touched anything. The others arranged Rick so he wouldn’t fall forward.
“And get us all killed? Don’t worry,” Oscar said as he cinched Rick’s belt as tight as it would go.
Anthony was gone when they walked out, but a crowd of people were waiting for their luggage after they’d cleared customs. The four turned toward the wall as Lou rode past them on the escalator. Jesus saw Lou glance back at them as if he’d noticed something. Lou had most probably come in because Rick wasn’t answering his cell, which they’d heard ringing and dropped in the toilet they’d sat him on.
“Did someone claim Ross Verde’s bag?” Lou asked. He snapped his phone shut in irritation when Rick’s went to voice mail again.
“I’ve got it right here.” The guy placed it on the counter.
“You didn’t see a blond kid in here?” Lou punched the redial button only to get Rick’s recorded message instantly, as if the phone was now turned off.
“Some people were leaving when I got back from my break. I called out but they went that way.” He pointed toward the men’s room.
“Fuck,” Lou said, taking off at a run. The restroom was crowded with guys who’d gotten off the Mexico City flight. He bent down and looked under the stall doors, wanting to throw up when he saw the feet adorned only with a pair of socks. That’s what was weird about the guys on the escalator. One of them had on a suit that was way too big. The guy had stripped Rick for some reason and worn his clothes.
Lou kicked the door of the stall in and yelled “No” so loud that most of the men headed for the exit. Rick was slumped on the seat, his eyes still open and a bullet hole in his forehead with a single line of blood coming from it.
“Get security,” Lou screamed at the man standing next to him staring, “now.” The command got the man moving, and Lou took advantage of being alone to make a phone call. “Cain,” he said, hearing Emma and Hannah’s voices in the background. “Rick’s dead and I need you to stay put until I can figure out what’s going on. With Katlin gone I don’t need to worry about you too.”
“How?” Cain asked.
“Somebody shot him and stripped him in the restroom. It might’ve been random, but I did see some guys who acted hinky on the way out.” Four security gua
rds ran in and Lou stepped away from the stall. “I’ll call you later.”
Lou closed the phone but made no move to put it back in the holder on his belt. “You need to call the police,” he told the group as he held his hands slightly upward. He knew the pose would make his gun holster visible, but he thought it would be better to get the fact that he was armed out of the way. “It’s my friend.”
He made no attempt to fight when the guards came forward and pushed him to the floor face down. The force they used to pull his hands back into cuffs made Lou exhale, but he stayed quiet otherwise. At least one of his captors was calling the police, and Lou took one last look at Rick as he was escorted out. The security personnel had laid him in the spot where Rick had been killed, and Lou noticed some of his blood was smeared on the front of his shirt.
They had already compromised and contaminated the crime scene, and Lou thought he was losing valuable time dealing with such incompetence, but this wasn’t the place to flex his muscle. He didn’t want to spend any more time than necessary cuffed by the pretend-cops. He wanted to hunt down the idiots who’d done this.
As the police arrived, Lou was escorted to a windowless room close to the customs office. They sat him in a chair, leaving his cuffs on, and only one of the guards stayed with him; the others, he was sure, were going back to take another look at the men’s room.
“Don’t I get a phone call or something?” Lou asked.
“We’re waiting for a unit to come pick you up, so shut up and get comfortable.”
“I have a permit for the gun you took off me, and if you bothered to check, it hasn’t been fired recently.”
The guard closed his eyes and sat back in his chair, evidently sure Lou wasn’t going anywhere. “You can save your innocent routine for the guys who’ll arrest you. I’m not interested.”
Lou didn’t have a choice but to wait, so he closed his eyes as well and tried to remember anything about the guys he’d seen on the way in. He had a gut feeling they were responsible for what had happened to Rick, and he intended to find a way to ask the questions that would get Rick the payback he deserved.