by S. W. Frank
Selange laughed. “She manipulated you into taking her shopping –that’s what she did.”
“I sort of figured, but hey I’m a sucker for my ladies.” He inhaled a spicy aroma, peered along the hall and wondered had someone decided to bake sweets. The enticing scents of cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla rafted straight to his greedy brain. He lowered the cell, concentrated on a distinct sound and realized somebody was listening to music and it permeated the supposedly soundproof walls. Then he smirked, either he was close to the noise or the volume was at the maximum level.
He turned the handle a fraction and heard a love ballad.
The flickering candle made dancing shadows over the bed when he entered the room. There was a basket with goodies and his wife was the treat.
Selange held up her phone smiling, clad in a scanty negligee that caressed her body and he got jealous. She had plaited her hair to the side, and the natural curls were visible. She looked like a young woman in her twenties, not the mother of four and over thirty.
Smart and caring were only a few descriptions of Selange that ran through his mind!
She dropped the cell and he did, too as she rushed him like a sexy linebacker and collided with his chest. “Ummm, I missed you honey,” she purred and he kicked the door closed, picked her up without concern for his hands and then hurried to deposit her on the bed. Alfonzo groaned desirously, opening her negligee and lapping at her breasts like a canine in heat as she tore his shirt to get at his trousers. She gathered the waistband of lower garments to yank them down to his thigh. He kneed up and she did the rest, detangling his feet from the cloth. She released him from the encumbrances, until he was naked.
He traced her collarbone with a finger from a hovering position, before his mouth descended to her neck. His tongue followed the curvature up to her lips. In that moment, she wrapped her legs around his waist and with a powerful lock, propelled him forward and he surged into her opening. He sputtered at the euphoric sensation.
“Dammit babe!” He groaned at the heady tightness. Those Kegel exercises worked. When she moistened, he was able to plunge deeper while in his head thinking, ‘Damn –damn –damn I missed my woman.’
The honey consistency on his dick felt nice and he grunted from the base of his stomach, and he was certain his dick drooled all over insides.
Alfonzo’s mouth clamped to her diseased breast, sucking hard in an effort to absorb the cancer, wanting desperately to shatter the malignant cells until they became benign.
The fucking woman shifted, by lifting her ass off the bed, and contorted to suck on his neck, and his mouth slipped loose, sending him into a minor convulsion because she felt so good. They were warring in bed, fighting an identical foe.
‘That’s right, fight this shit!’ His mind screamed, hoping she heard the force of his love.
She suckled hard, and he stretched his neck, growling at the sensation shooting from his brain to his toes.
The switch up on the background music mimicked the croon of his heart during their sexual sparring.
“…And your heart’s against my chest,
Your lips pressed in my neck,
I’m feeling for your eyes…
Kiss me like you wanna be loved…
This feels like falling in love…
Settle down with me,
And I’ll be your safety,
You’ll be my lady,
I was made to keep your body warm,
But I’m cold as the wind blows,
So hold me in your arms…”
• • • • • •
Gone –Yes, he drifted to that day when she cried out for help and he answered. They hadn't foreseen the universe had grand plans to unite their souls. He couldn’t recall the desolation prior to her entering his life and frankly, it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.
Their physical connection was only the partial fusion of a deep bond. His fast beating heart was a sign of the effect she had on in him, and the ache was the symptom whenever they were apart.
With unrelenting ardor, he held to her, forcing her to grip and ride his violent waves. Each thrash of her head, and cry from her lips, heightened his passion.
Alfonzo deemed what they shared was a relationship nirvana.
He choked with emotion when he thought of fate's sick humor. He had money, power, a great wife and kids. On the flip side, he was always in danger and now he feared losing his soul mate. Money didn’t mean shit, really, neither did power.
He bared the naked truth. “Te amo…babe.”
The music finished his thoughts.
• • • • • •
“…Yeah I’ve been feeling everything,
From hate to love,
From love to lust.
From lust to truth,
I guess that’s how I know you…
So kiss me like you wanna be loved…”
• • • • • •
“Ah…oooh god honey,” she cried from the powerful strokes that buckled her to the headboard, clawing at him, giving up and then holding on to his head and wrists when he went faster.
She pulled on his shoulders, and his chin inclined, she jerked with his rhythm, managing to fuse her lips to his during the pumping movements. She drank from his mouth, sharing the taste of gelato and wine. He inhaled her hair, and his hunger increased from the aroma.
His mouth closed on her lips and then opened to let her breathe.
“I need you babe!” he groaned, licking at the perspiration slipping from her chin, hyped from natural adrenalin.
She whimpered in the throes of an orgasm, twisting and tossing her arms above her head as he turned with corkscrew motions within her.
He slowed then, smirking that she thought to tap out when he planned to fuck her until she passed out.
When she clinched and released his penis repeatedly during the resting phase, he lost his mind.
With an unexpected wrestling move, he maneuvered her prone to perform a half nelson. She squealed when the sheet suffocated her twat. Then he occupied the empty space and she sucked the thickness, plugging her core.
She kissed the pillow, as he held the modified wrestler’s position, succumbing to the intense pilfering of her orifices.
She didn’t have a counter attack, and the only thing she could do was she pushing her ass backward. He nibbled and growled in her ear. “After this you can rest a bit, but we’re going at it again Mami to make up for lost time.”
The song changed. There was a reggae lilt and the Caribbean beat resonated in the cobalt eyes.
“Got somebody she’s a beauty,
Very special really and truly,
Take good care of me like it’s her duty,
Want you right by my side night and day…”
No letting go no holding back,
Because you are my lady,
When I’m with you it’s all that.
No holding back –no…”
• • • • • •
Alfonzo smiled, when her limbs reawakened. He rolled over without detaching and she went into a reverse cowgirl.
"Ah, damn." He groaned, rubbing her firm ass as she held his knees and swayed intoxicatingly. He ejaculated a geyser and she cooed so damn sweet he swore he’d go to hell and back for the woman.
Their sensual dance reminded him of a quote by Nietzsche that his poetic wife would appreciate.
“In music the passions enjoy themselves,” he said.
She bent over him smiling, sweaty and spent. “And your body’s dichotomy of rhythms elicits an intense appreciation of sensual music.”
Yeah, his babe grasped the metaphor –without a doubt!
Chapter Fourteen
“Where is Carlo Mama?’ Giuseppe inquired after waking close to noon and miserably sober.
He had hurried downstairs in a panic when he realized his son was nowhere in sight.
Yosef’s glance went from his potato latkes, apple muffins and remnants of huevos haminados to th
e irritable riser’s rude interruption of what had been a pleasant brunch with his wife. He spiked a potato latke, ate a large piece to refrain from speaking his irritation. He reached for his Black Tea and sipped as he observed the sneer on Giuseppe’s mouth.
Giuseppe flopped in an empty chair, hungrily eyeing the spread as he leaned both elbows on the table, rattling his mother’s fine china.
Sophie daintily wiped her mouth. “He is in Greece with Nicolo and his famiglia.”
“Greece –cosa? Who authorized this?”
“You.”
“No, that is a lie.”
“Nico called this morning for permission and I asked you and you said sí.”
“Was I asleep?”
“You were in bed, but you answered.”
“Are you pazzu? I was asleep Mama!” He shouted. “I would never have agreed to allow Nico to take Carlo anywhere unless I lost my senses!”
“The inability to remember might be a sign that you should refrain from overindulgence in substances.” Yosef stated between a healthy bite of bread, followed by slurping when he drank the hot brew.
Giuseppe's brow furrowed as he glared at Yosef. “Excusi, is this your business?"
"Disrespect of my bubelah is my business, dreck!"
"Yosef, it is okay. I will deal with my son."
Giuseppe picked his nose for the spite of it, flicking his finger, although there was nothing gross to send as a condiment to Yosef's plate. "Enjoy your meal."
Yosef took another hearty bite of the muffin to Giuseppe's chagrin. "Um," he said. “Your behavior is possibly why you cannot keep a wife.”
"Yosef, por favore there is no need for you to interfere."
"You are wrong," Yosef scowled. "A man that treats his Mama badly will mistreat all women!” He slapped the table, shoving the plate into Giuseppe’s lap. “You will respect your Mama and me. Apologize to her or leave!"
Giuseppe shot to his feet. "Stronzo!”
Yosef rose, bulky and equally intimidating. Unlike, Giuseppe he had military training and hadn’t become sallow by sedentary activities involving women and booze.
Sophie shouted. “Both of you stop this immediately!”
Giuseppe clenched his fist. His Mama had risen and planted herself next to her new husband.
“I had begun to like you,” Giuseppe quipped.
“I prefer respect. I will not allow you to speak to your Mama this way, any longer. Your father must be ashamed!”
“Yosef!” Sophie gasped.
The words from Giuseppe squeezed past clenched teeth. “You are not my Papa!”
“No, but I am your elder and a true man.”
Giuseppe wiped the food from his crotch to the floor and stomped to the door, hearing his Mama beckoning him back and scolding Yosef for his callous speech, making excuses for her son when Yosef had been correct. He had been rude to his Mama after his Papa died. It was easier to hurt others than accept his Papa would never return and he was not present to die at his side.
That is honor –death for a cause is glory.
He stormed out without issuing an apology.
The Israeli had proven he would guard his Mama. Giuseppe sighed with relief that his Mama was in competent hands. The burden of her well-being could rest on Yosef, for all he cared. He walked briskly to the unoccupied vehicle at the end of the driveway.
An armed chauffeur ran from the guesthouse and Giuseppe waved him away. He could drive himself. That was what he intended until Yosef emerged from the house, strolling briskly to his side.
“Return to the house Giuseppe!”
“Vaffanculo, I will not apologize.”
“Your departure served as an apology. However, this is urgent and may affect famiglia business. We possess common interests.”
Giuseppe squinted. “What has happened?”
“Your wife’s parents have alleged foul play is involved in the death of their daughter. They are in the media requesting the United States government investigate Nicole's death.”
Giuseppe grimaced. “Cosa?”
“We must speak of a strategy to counter their assertion. Come inside and let us discuss this as family.”
Giuseppe nodded. When there are formidable trials, the famiglia chain must be impenetrable. That was the sentiment of his Papa Carlo –Giacanti.
“Si, va ora!” Giuseppe agreed.
Yosef had considered the famiglia.
Thus, he earned Giuseppe’s respect.
Chapter Fifteen
Alfonzo rolled on his side, snapping his mouth shut, after experiencing stickiness to his cheek that he recognized as drool. His wife slipped from atop his body, holding on, although she was out cold.
“Hmm,” he grunted and then stretched the stiffness out of his limbs, before massaging his eyes to obliterate the lingering slumber.
Selange’s hot breath coated his chest and he smiled as he peered at her. The after-effects of their sex-play had resulted in her knocked-out expression.
The house was quiet, he noticed.
Perhaps, too silent.
“Crap!” he exclaimed when the morning fog lifted. He slid up to the ornate headboard. They had overslept.
Selange mumbled unintelligibly in her sleep. She assumed a fetal position, poked out that luscious ass but didn’t blink a lash during his hasty exit out of bed. He hopped on one leg, cursing when his foot entangled on the edge of the sheet.
Once he got his foot free, he hurried to the bathroom, bathed, and thoroughly cleaned his mouth that had formerly dined on vaginal cuisine, precluded by the splint from performing the simplest tasks. He wanted to say bye to the kids. The ritual of the Diaz' is always hugs and kisses before parting. However, he had a feeling they were gone, and the note at the base of the door confirmed it.
He picked the paper up and read the fancy scribbling, initially unable to identify the handwriting. However, the lovebirds’ part was definitely something Nico's wife might say.
• • • • • •
Good morning lovebirds,
I knocked, but nobody answered and that is usually a sign of a good sleep. The children are dressed, fed and packed, so don’t worry, I promise to take extra special care of them. Enjoy the kid free time, this one's on me but don’t expect too many repeats. We'll call as soon as we land.
Hugs - Ari
“Yeah, you better," Alfonzo, threatened the paper. He folded the note, looked around at the discarded clothing, his tie, an empty wine bottle, flutes and a fruit basket with grape branches beside the window seat. "Damn, we did all this last night."
Arcs of light flashed from his cell and he secured the towel around his waist to check the messages. He placed the paper on the nightstand, picked up the phone and scrolled through texts.
PHASE 1 & 2 COMPLETED
Phase 1 consisted of the excavation of the land where Tony and his wife died. The foundation was setting and the structural beams erected. None snooping around would get past the barricades, construction equipment or the 24-hour armed security. Phase 2, was Giuseppe's bedroom. The hasty renovation consisted of disposal of the old furniture and replacement pieces. Nicole’s belongings were searched, which included her laptop.
Then the letter G flashed and he answered for Giuseppe. "What's up?"
Giuseppe barked. "Turn on the TV and see the faces of ingrates to my hospitality."
Alfonzo activated the TV with a voice command and sank down on the bed. "No, hey fratellino what's up with you? You're rude as hell, yo. What am I looking for anyway?"
"International News."
Alfonzo caught the leg end of the broadcast, but what he viewed set him afire. "You gotta be fucking kidding!"
"This is the second child we've lost and we're pleading for the American government and the world community to help us have justice. We just want to get to the truth...and if our daughters were murdered...we want the culprit to be held responsible..."
"Goddammit Geo, what the hell did you do?"
"Exa
ctly as you suggested."
"I gave you a template that a child could follow," Alfonzo massaged his temple. “This one's public and we have to handle our response delicately."
"We? You and that cazzo Nico have done enough! I will deal with this."
"Go ahead and handle it then -fucker!" Alfonzo seethed. Selange stirred. He felt her moving on the bed and then her hands massaging his shoulders as if that might relax his agitation. "I'm trying to help rectify a problem."
"Ah, very nice. You probably woke to your sweet Donna's sexy lips. I had a wife, and she is dead but it is good that you are happy stronzo. Kiss Selange for me and tell her you ended my marriage. If you want to help fratellino, then order Nico to return Carlo. He was in your care. Sending him with our cugino without authority is typical of you."
"Por que? You drunk bastard, you don't give a shit about Carlo's feeling! The kid was shaking when I took him from your office. I had to calm him down and explain Nicole’s in heaven. That was your job. Instead you chose to frighten him shitless!" Alfonzo experienced a strong animosity toward his brother. He had tried to assuage Giuseppe with pacifications, brotherly support, unconditional love, all the shit brothers extend to one another, but ugh, resentment began rising at Giuseppe's lack of civility and selfishness. There is but so much a person can withstand from a perpetually unhappy sonovabitch bringing drama everywhere he went. He considered Domingo, he and Giuseppe were similar, self-entitled pieces of shit. "Let me explain something to you bro. I have mucho authority when it comes to Carlo and I won’t all him to be mistreated. I don’t give a fuck who you are. Drink yourself into a coma for all I care, pretend you're mourning a bruja you married on the rebound, but Carlo doesn’t need to watch. That woman could’ve sent Nico and me to prison. Hell my wife –not even Ari ever actually contacted authorities when they got pissed. My wife had reason, too, you know." Alfonzo's jaw clenched so tight he caught a headache. "She lost her goddamn mother maricón. We're in this fucked up situation together and you've forgotten the code!"