“Tell it to the birds, Will,” Gloria said angrily. “I don’t want to hear that shit!”
Will exhaled. “Okay. Let’s keep the focus where the focus needs to be. You have dinner with your family tonight, right? Is that still on?”
“Yes,” Gloria said. “And it’s going to be so hard. I don’t know if I can look him in the eyes.”
“You look him in the eyes proudly,” Will said. “He loves drive and ambition and initiative, and you’ll be giving him all three. You just can’t let him know it yet.”
Then he kissed her, and hugged her. But she pushed away yet again. She loved Will, unfortunately, she thought. But she wasn’t feeling it. Not today.
They made it to the front door of the small house on James Street, and Teddy, with his arm around Johnny Rush’s neck, and a gun in Johnny Rush’s back, nodded for one of the men with him to kick in the door. The door kicked in hard, clanging against the side wall and then bouncing back toward them. And then he and his men entered the lion’s den.
They entered shooting, with Teddy leading the charge. Rush was the shield as Teddy shot one and then another and then a third man in that house. Teddy’s men took out the rest. But they all purposely avoided harming the boss: Big Ridge Mahoney. He was seated in a chair sipping tea. He dropped his cup as soon as the shooting started.
After the shooting ended, Teddy tossed Johnny Rush’s bullet-ridden dead body aside, and walked up to Mahoney. Mahoney was staring up at him.
“Hello, Ridge.”
“If it ain’t Mick the Tick’s boy,” Mahoney said. “And yes, I said it. Because I’m nobody’s fool. If you wanted to kill me, I’d already be dead. Since I’m not, I figure I still have leverage. I figure I can say whatever the fuck I want. So what do you want, boy?”
Teddy ignored the emphasis he placed on boy. This was too big. “My father wants to make a deal,” he said.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the gates opened onto the vast estate, and the limousine drove along the winding driveway to the front steps, Mick looked up from the papers he was reviewing. He was returning home from a long day of work that had him dealing with the fallout from the dock hit almost as much as he had to deal with S.I.’s affairs.
But when he saw that his wife’s Bentley was on the driveway, he removed his reading glasses and released a sigh of relief. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he’d been anticipating having her back home with him ever since she left. Like some lovesick kid. It still embarrassed him the way he always seemed to react whenever he saw Rosalind. But the truth was the truth: he missed her.
The Footman stood at the bottom of the steps and opened the limo’s backdoor as soon as it came to a stop. Mick stuffed his papers in his briefcase, placed his glasses in his pocket, and was about to get out of the car. But his cell phone rang. It was Teddy.
Mick answered. “Yeah?”
“We just had another hit, Pop.”
Mick was shocked. He sat back down in the limo. “Where?”
“Milwaukee docks this time.”
“Any casualties?”
“They hit us hard again, Pop. They took every one of our men out. All thirty-five. It was like our guys were up against a full-fledged army, a witness told the police.”
“Fuck!” Mick said. “Any tapes?”
“Confiscated.”
“By the police?”
“No. By the gunmen. By our bona fide enemy. They know what they’re doing.”
Mick had the look of a man in heavy contemplation. “And the shipment?” he asked.
“Not touched. Again.”
“Okay. The same fuckers, then. Make sure all the families of our fallen are contacted and paid generously.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And beef up security at every port. I don’t care what it costs. If those fuckers hit again, I want them knocked out. Not us.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get right on it.”
Mick ended the call, waited another few seconds, and then got out of the car.
“Good evening, sir,” the Footman said as he held the door open.
Mick was so anxious to see Rosalind that he started to ask where he could find his wife. But he ultimately felt such a question would be too revealing. “Good evening,” he said instead, walked up the steps, and entered his palatial home.
When he didn’t see her in the front of the house, his best bet was that she was in the Nursery with the twins. He sat down his briefcase and headed in that direction.
As soon as he stood at the doorway and saw Rosalind sitting on the floor of the Nursery, his heart rammed against his chest. He stopped in his tracks. She sat Indian-style and was smiling at the twins as they told her harrowing tales of what life had been without her. Jacqueline was going on and on like the drama queen she was, while Duke, with a one-armed G.I. Joe in one of his hands, was touching his mother, leaning against her, and listening to his talkative sister. But Mick was staring at Rosalind.
She wore a pair of short shorts, a small t-shirt that barely covered her stomach, and had a fresh hairdo to round out the package. She looked all-mom and all-domesticated. There was nothing glam-looking about her at that moment in time.
But Mick was in awe of her. Something about Rosalind Graham-Sinatra that took his breath away. What he didn’t understand, even as he stood there, and for the entire time that he’d known her, was why. Why??? What was it about her that made him always want to grab her and hold her and never let her go? What was it about her that caused his heart to beat faster, and his loins to throb harder, and his eyes to widen with excitement every time he laid eyes on her? This lovesick shit wasn’t him! He was not sentimental even around his own children! But, inwardly, privately, to the depths of his very being, he was a pure sap when it came to Roz.
When their little daughter said something so cute and funny that even her brother laughed, Roz leaned off of her elbow and rolled onto her back, laughing like a kid, and the twins piled on top of her laughing too. But when Mick saw how her braless breasts began to shake beneath that tight t-shirt she wore, and when his eyes moved down the length of her gorgeous and shapely smooth brown legs, and he thought about what was between those legs, his loins did more than just throb. He began to have a serious erection. And he began missing her in an entirely different way.
Oddly enough, it was only when Mick’s sensuality heightened did Roz began to sense his presence. She quickly turned toward the entrance. When she saw him standing there, looking more grim-faced than happy, but looking exactly like that handsome hunk she loved, her heart pounded against her chest. And when he gave her that charged, hooded look, and then walked away, she knew exactly what that meant. He wanted to see his children again, and wanted to spend time with them the way he usually did after work, but right now he had some pressing business to address. And that business involved her.
She unwrapped her children from around her. “I’ll be back, kids,” she said breezily to them, but both kids, as they usually did when Roz was about to leave their presence, began to sulk.
“I don’t care,” Duke said, which Roz knew he cared the most. But she also knew Mick was waiting.
She kissed both children on their foreheads, reassured them that she would be back before it was their bedtime, and then the nannies took over.
“Come on, you guys,” one of them said, “let’s play a video game.”
That got Duke’s interest, as he quickly threw G.I. Joe aside and hurried to their high-tech toddler toys. His sister followed right on his heels.
Roz smiled at how easily they could be bribed into forgetting her, but she didn’t delay. She left the nursery, made her way upstairs, and opened the closed door of their bedroom. As soon as she entered the bedroom, Mick was just removing his final stitch of clothing and presented as, not only naked, but naked with an erection that made him appear even larger, and even more buff, than she remembered.
And as soon as Mick saw her, he grabbed her with one hand, closed the door with the other hand, and s
lammed her back against the door.
“Mick,” Roz said with such relief in her voice that Mick realized she had missed him almost as much as he had missed her. He placed his hands on the sides of her face, stared into her big, sincere eyes. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her. But he said no words. His actions spoke for him as he leaned down and kissed her oh so tenderly on her lips. Just a peck. And then another peck. And then a full-throttled kiss.
His kiss was so full-throttled that Mick and Roz nearly lost it and began moaning and groaning until they were completely in their passion. Mick dropped Roz’s shorts, revealing her naked bottom, and Roz stepped out of them as they kissed. Mick cupped her bottom, and lifted her up into his arms, as they continued to kiss. She had only been gone for a few days, but it felt like several years for both of them.
And when he leaned her back against the door again, and lifted her t-shirt up and completely off, revealing her big, dark brown, well-rounded breasts, his penis began to pulsate. He tossed her shirt aside, lifted her up a little higher, and began to feast on her breasts. He squeezed and sucked and licked her hungrily. Roz placed her hands in his hair, squeezing him as tightly as he was squeezing her breasts, and allowed him total access.
He began lifting her even higher, with a trail of kisses away from her now swollen nipples and down to her stomach; to that special place between her legs. To that place he woke up dreaming about when his day began. And he began licking her with a passion that would not allow him to show restraint. The more he licked and sucked her, the more he needed to lick and suck her, until the need was too great to be ignored. And they both wanted what they had to have.
When Mick finally stopped eating her and slid her body down to where they were face to face again, he whispered in her ear. “Do you, Mrs. Sinatra, want Mr. Sinatra inside of you?”
Roz’s entire body clenched when Mick said those words. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Get in me. Get in me now!”
Mick’s control broke and his passion rose when she made that demand, and he was even more willing than she to oblige it.
He entered her with a guided, swift thrust. Roz’s body jerked by the impact of his thrust. And when he began to move inside of her, and she felt that fullness and thickness and hardness fight its way through her narrow passage, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. He did her right. He knew exactly what she needed!
Mick needed her. It was as obvious to him as the nose on her face. He stared at her face as he fucked her. He stared at that stunning face as he gyrated his hips and squeezed his ass and pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. This was love on steroids for Mick. This was that kind of love he dared not even dream about because, in his worldview, it couldn’t exist.
But now he was living the dream. He was fucking the woman he loved. He was cupping her ass, and rubbing his bare chest against her bare breasts, and rubbing his rough cheek against her soft cheek as he made the kind of love to her that kept them at that tip of cum. Where they were nearly there for several minutes, but managed to pull back and start all over again.
But when Roz began kissing him, and running her fingers through his hair, he couldn’t begin yet again. He thought about how much he loved her. He thought about how much he missed her. He thought about the fact that this woman encouraged him to get closer to his grown children despite his physical absence in their childhoods, and then birth him two little ones where he could get it right the first time. All she did for him was give to him and give to him when every other woman he’d ever known in his life had only wanted to take.
And that feeling of not only loving her, but being loved by her, made Mick cum. He beat Roz cumming. But not by much because his release caused her to spasm and then she was having an out of body orgasmic experience too.
Mick poured into her with delight. He arched his body repeatedly from the power of his pour. And after they both were saturated and full, and seemingly completely drained, he carried her to the bed. And laid on top of her. And began kissing her again. He couldn’t stop kissing her. He couldn’t stop showing her all of these feelings he had inside for her. Until his penis was alive again, and he was moving down, sucking her breasts, and soon fucking his woman all over again.
CHAPTER SIX
Mick leaned over and checked his buzzing cell phone. When he saw that it was one of his office managers, he tossed it back onto his nightstand, and pulled Roz even tighter into his arms. They were naked in bed, arm-in-arm, after two incredible rounds of sex. She was back home. Back with him and the children. The last thing on his mind was work.
“The twins were so happy to see me,” Roz said as they cuddled closer. “I felt like a million bucks.”
“Duke asked where you were every time I came anywhere near him. It was as if I didn’t exist. It was all about you. I’d walk in a room, he’d look around me looking for you.”
Roz laughed. “That’s so sweet! What about Jackie? Was she asking for me, too?”
“She’s a chill individual,” Mick responded, and Roz laughed again. “I’m serious,” he said with a smile. “That’s just her personality. It all rolls off her back. But you know her. She’s down for whatever.”
Roz hit Mick on the rock-hard ridges of his flat stomach. “Don’t say that about our daughter. She’s not down for whatever.”
Mick smiled. “You know what I mean! She’s cool. Like her father. She knows how to take life as it comes. With that attitude, she’s going to be a very strong young lady when she grows up.”
“And what is Duke going to be?” Roz asked.
“That son of ours is going to be gangster.”
Roz smiled and hit him again. “Don’t say that about our child! Who wants to raise a gangster?”
“Nobody wants to,” Mick said. “But nature is nature. And Duke has it in his nature. Maybe not like Reno’s kid. Not like that Dommi Gabrini. But he’ll be a force to reckon with. But my angel? She’s cool. Like me.”
“Yeah, right, Mister Cool,” Roz said. “I was away for only four days and you called me every single day. And most nights too.”
Mick smiled. “I did not.”
“What are you doing?” Roz asked, mocking Mick. “Where are you now? Tell those producers I’ll kick their collective ass if they look at you cockeyed.”
Mick laughed. “You are such a liar!”
Roz laughed, too. “Okay, I’m exaggerating. But I felt the love.” Then she looked him in his eyes. “I missed you.”
Mick was uncomfortable as hell when she said those words. The idea of revealing his true feelings even for her still was a difficult task. But only for Rosalind would he step out on the limb. “I missed you, too,” he said.
Roz smiled. She loved his retort, but knew not to push it. “I heard you took Blair to dinner while I was gone,” she said.
Blair Conyers was Mick’s longtime assistant. He looked at Roz. “Who told you that?”
“I have my spies, too. You aren’t the only James Bond up in this mutha.”
Mick laughed.
But a part of Roz was concerned. She knew her man’s worth. She knew those females out there knew it, too. “What was that about?” she asked him.
“She was just being nice.”
That was an odd way to put it, Roz thought. “Nice?” she asked. “In what way?”
“She offered to make me a home-cooked meal while you were palling around with producers in the Big Apple. So I took her up on her offer.”
Roz was stunned. He what? She looked at him. She’d been told, thanks to Gloria, that he took Blair out to dinner. But he was suggesting that they ate at her place. At her house! “What do you mean you took her up on her offer? She cooked for you?”
Mick looked as if it was of no consequence to him. “Yes. And she’s a great cook, Rosalind. I want you to take lessons from her. And what made it doubly special was that afterwards, after she had filled my belly with the best meal I’d had in years, she
gave me a nice, warm lap dance to round out the package.”
Roz stared at Mick as if she was staring at a complete stranger in her bed.
“She can actually dance very well,” Mick continued. “I mean, she’s no Janet Jackson, but the girl’s got skills.” Mick looked at Roz. “I came just watching her.”
Roz knew then that Mick had just taken her for a ride. She pushed him. “You are so full of shit,” she said, and he laughed.
“I’ll lap dance your sleepy-eye ass if you let that woman grind on you like that,” Roz continued. “And why are you laughing?” she added, although she was smiling. “This is not a joke, Michello Sinatra! It’s not funny.”
“What’s funny is your jealousy,” Mick said. “As if I’m going to want Blair Conyers over you. Please!”
“But you did take her to dinner.”
“So what? She’s my assistant. We had business to discuss.”
“But she may get the wrong impression, Mick. She already has a super-sized crush on you. She may think you’re interested too.”
“Blair does not think I’m interested in her that way. She knows where my heart is.” Mick suddenly scrunched up his face. He couldn’t believe he’d said those words. His chest even pounded. He felt like a vulnerable fool!
But Roz, to her ever-loving credit, he thought, didn’t force him to own it. “Just be careful,” she said instead. “I don’t want a fight on my hands. I’ll hurt a bitch over you.”
Mick smiled, and then laughed. That was why he loved Rosalind so. She was nobody’s sap.
He pulled her even tighter into his arms, and kissed her. “There’s no one like you, Roz,” he said.
Roz inwardly smiled with delight. Mick rarely called her by her nickname. It was a nice change. “You aren’t exactly vanilla yourself,” she responded to his compliment.
And they held each other in silence for a good long time. But as sleep continued to elude them, and as they realized they had to get up soon to greet the family members coming over for dinner, their conversation picked back up.
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