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My jet black hair was tucked back underneath the sweater. The frame of my 5’3 body with 120 pounds made me invisible. I could’ve probably stood in the room without them even recognizing me. Frankie excluded. He could point me out in a crowd without a second guess.

  I turned abruptly and almost lost my balance with 1 foot hanging over the edge. I was breathing heavy and trying to compose myself.

  “I’ve heard rumors your businesses have been taking a hit. Nothing big, but it’s enough to raise some concern. Can you address what you are doing to stop the blood from flowing from the vein of your operation?” I didn’t know him, but his face had been seen on the media pressing the flesh and kissing the babies.

  “Going legitimate isn’t easy and it’s even harder when you are trying to pretend to be an entrepreneur. I have a few feelers looking out for my best interest. My soldiers are willing to fight alongside me. I have graciously given you an influx of cash to your campaign. In exchange, I have your word the police are chasing their tails with false leads.” Frankie was always one step ahead never complacent and always in the loop.

  “Power is the one thing you have to take in the palm of your hands. My voice holds a lot of weight. I don’t take chances unless there is a guarantee for success. My campaign and subsequent win in the race will make you very rich. The city will be ours and you will have the monopoly on the criminal element. I will, of course, take my piece of the pie.” This was unprecedented and somehow Frankie had stuck his nose into politics with designs on becoming the head of the snake.

  “I like you, but this only works if you can get the voters on board. That’s where I come in. Crime is down 50% and falling dramatically every day. It’s a façade to lull the voters into a false sense of security. Everything changes after you are appointed.” I had noticed a decline in killings and a diminished presence of the oldest profession in the world.

  Nathan had become suspicious and was working behind the scenes like a dog with a bone. He had 15 years on the force with 10 of those made more palatable by having me whisper in his ear. Cultivating me as a source had made him a rising star in the department. He probably didn’t know what kind of goldmine he had found when he had me over a barrel.

  “Frankie, I don’t care if there’s blood flowing in the streets. I do expect you to be discreet. A certain part of the city will be zoned for the more extreme side of the criminal element. It’s a small demographic and won’t be missed. This is a very profitable arrangement. I expected results and you haven’t disappointed.” They shook hands, but they couldn’t look more different if they wanted to.

  The politician was prim and proper without a hair out of place. He looked smug with cleanly shaven features and an air of superiority he couldn’t hide.

  Frankie was an unpolished gem with many flaws in his personality. Being an orphan made it feel like he was my big brother. I hated betraying him, but my freedom was at stake. I did pick and choose the information I was willing to share with Nathan. Nothing had ever come back to Frankie’s door. I didn’t know if I could protect him from this.

  “I will have the money transferred to your account by morning no later than 11:00 AM. That should give you more than enough time to get your ducks in a row. There’s one more thing. I like your style and I want your jacket. This is non-negotiable.” He was making a point to give this guy a better idea of who was wearing the pants.

  “I don’t know where you get off with making this kind of demand. I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of giving you the coat off my back. How dare you presume to be on my same level? I gave you a chance at having a power base unbeknownst to the law. Spitting in my face makes me think I have chosen unwisely. I can give you legitimacy but I can also take it away.” The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

  “This arrangement benefits the both of us and don’t you ever forget it. I have a good mind to cut my losses and your throat at the same time. I don’t usually get my hands dirty, but I will make an exception for you.” They were rallying for position and puffing their chest to see who was going to be left standing.

  Everybody was wired tightly. One wrong move and things were going to turn bloody in a hurry. I scrambled for my phone and in my haste, it slipped out of my fingers. I watched it fall and explode into a million fragments on the concrete ground 30 feet down from where I was standing.

  It meant nobody from the law was going to interrupt this party. The party favors were snug in the waistband of Frankie’s men. The four very stiff young men standing at the door behind the politician had their hands firmly enclosed around the butt of their guns in the holster around their shoulders.

  “I’ve had a change of heart. I will gladly give you my jacket for your gun. It’s a fair compromise and we both save face.” That Desert Eagle was Frankie’s pride and joy.

  He never went anywhere without it and he had it custom made with a pearl handle. I couldn’t swear to it, but I suspected he slept with it underneath his pillow for that added piece of protection. It wasn’t going to be easy to take it away from him without taking it out of his cold dead hands.

  “I don’t believe in superstition. I don’t get afraid of black cats. This gun that you so callously want to get your hands on is the last thing I have of my father.” He took offense and made his feelings quite known by the way he was wielding that revolver.

  He moved the barrel back and forth in front of the politician’s eyes. The politician didn’t waiver. The way that he was keeping a straight face looking down the barrel of the gun was making me realize how dangerous he was.

  A piece of the ledge broke away and I panicked. My hand slapped against the window pane. The voices silenced and I heard footsteps approaching. I had no place to go.

  I was reminded that people had a tendency to look straight ahead without looking up or down. This was going to work in my favor.

  I took a deep breath and steeled my resolve for what I was going to do. I was literally going to have to take a leap of faith. I ran my hand down along my cleavage and across the top of my chest in the sign of the cross.

  Religion was never my forte, but I had found my lost faith. I jumped hoping that my aim was going to be true. I dropped unceremoniously from the sky and bent my knees upon impact with the refuse in the blue garbage bin.

  I held my breath and let my body sink deeper into the mire of last night’s take out. The putrid stench of day old Chinese Food assailed my old factory senses. It was hard to keep my lunch down.

  I heard the squawk of a radio and it was no more than a few feet away from where I was hiding. The scuffle of his boots was soon answered with his hands digging into the trash. I wasn’t expecting him to be that thorough in his search.

  I didn’t dare move from my current position. I saw his hand in front of my face with the ring of the lion giving me a better idea of what I was up against. Jerome had ice water running through his veins. I heard of his prowess with a blade and how he could filet information out of a suspect. That was not a position I would envy anyone.

  “I fucking hate this job sometimes. I’m going to smell like Chinese rice for a week.” His calloused hands grazed my nipple and I had to stifle a moan of encouragement from coming out of my mouth.

  He squeezed the flesh for a moment and the fear of being discovered had grabbed me by the throat. He continued his search. I could only hope he thought it was a rotting piece of fruit ripe beyond its days of expiry.

  “It must’ve been the wind. Nobody in their right mind would have scaled the building without a fire escape. There’s no sign of anybody down here. I’m coming back up. Don’t go shooting anybody without me.” He was cursing underneath his breath and I waited for several minutes before emerging with a sigh of relief.

  Chapter 2

  Megan

  I was waiting at a street corner like a common streetwalker. It was in a better part of Chicago where the influence of Frankie was more or less stunted. I had sent a text message to a supposed female friend, but in realit
y, it was earmarked for Nathan.

  He was always about making an entrance and being the center of attention. This time was different.

  He wasn’t even wearing the uniform. It was a crying shame considering my fascination for the boys in blue. It didn’t stop me from undressing him with my eyes and licking my lips with the anticipation of branding him with my mark.

  “Megan, I hope this is important. I don’t need this on my first day off in weeks. I was planning to sleep in when I got your message last night.” He had a scruff of beard making me itchy to get my hands down his pants.

  The authority and the tone of his voice had me squirming with this excess sexual energy in the air. It wasn’t even his usual patrol car. This black Mustang was my Achilles’ heel. The leather interior and how he took care of his car made me wonder what other things he could do with his hands.

  This wasn’t the first time I had impure thoughts about him, but it was the first time I wanted to act on it.

  “You know how this arrangement makes me want to retch. There’s a shipment of arms coming into the port in three days. Frankie has been working with a politician to clean up the streets. It might look that way on paper, but his intentions are insidious.” I saw the twitch of his manhood out of the corner of my eye against the confines of his zipper.

  Those jeans were snug on his 6-foot frame and 220 pounds of solid muscle. A huge part of that was swinging between his legs. I hadn’t seen it at its full potential but I could guesstimate its size by how he seemed to be getting excited in my presence. I did my best to tease him mercilessly.

  I used one hand to blatantly open one button on my red blouse to show off the cleavage of my Victoria secret. I didn’t know what came over me. I could only attribute it to seeing my life flash before my eyes jumping from the ledge.

  “Um, this is a good start, but I’m going to need more than that.” I suspected this was what he was going to say, but I still felt this urge to see him in the flesh.

  “I’ve never disappointed in the past and I won’t start now.” My information over the years had brought down many of Frankie’s competitors.

  “I need the time and day of the shipment.” I looked at him and was overwhelmed with this fire down below.

  “How long have we been playing this game, Nathan? I’ve played this moment in my head many times in varying scenarios.” I made him gasp with his eyes bulging from his skull when I grabbed him.

  “I don’t…like to mix business with pleasure. Please try to refrain yourself from acting this way.” He could say whatever he wanted, but he wasn’t trying to push my hand away from massaging his length.

  “You say one thing but your body is screaming something else. I don’t know why we never broached the topic.” It had been a couple of years since I had even mentioned the possibility of getting my freedom back.

  “I have thought about it, but we have to get a hold of ourselves.” That was what I was attempting to do by pulling at his zipper. I could hear each track as it slowly exposed the bulge inside his black briefs.

  “I’m not usually one to take no for an answer. I would think by now you would know that about me.” I could feel the heat of his monument to manhood through the fabric.

  We were parked at the far end of a mall with people moving about outside the window. He wasn’t wearing his gun, but he did have a loaded weapon with many shots in the chamber. It was a 9-inch revolver with this huge helmet trying to push past the waistband of his underwear.

  “This is highly irregular. How do you expect me to fight off your advances?” During a moment of weakness when he was drinking in a bar, he had revealed the love he had lost in an unexpected robbery gone bad.

  “I don’t want you to fight this.” I snuck my hands into the opening and found him already leaking.

  The white-hot cream was smooth between my finger and my thumb. I saw it jerk with the head growing twice its size. It wasn’t hard to get closer to the object of my desire. I laid my head in his lap with my hot breath claiming his member as my victim.

  An older cougar carrying a multitude of bags walked by and stopped short. She glanced in our direction. I put my hand up to my mouth with my finger to silence any objection.

  Nathan had his eyes closed and didn’t notice we had an audience. It fueled me like a drug to put on a performance of a lifetime. I gave a gesture with my finger to come closer and she looked around nervously before taking a few tentative steps.

  She was at the window with an unbiased view of his equipment. She put the bags of groceries down and knelt at the door with her blond hair framing her cherubic face. Her nipples were hard enough to cut through glass.

  “I want you to keep your eyes closed. Use your other senses to compensate. Treat it like a game to see how long you can last. I’m curious to know what kind of patience you have.” I stuck out my tongue and moved it in a straight line over the pronounced vein down the back.

  I grabbed it at the base and circled my fingers to see that they wouldn’t reach. It was a thick pipe, unyielding with the color changing during my hands-on approach.

  “I haven’t done anything like this in quite some time. I sometimes forget I have needs. I hope you don’t think this means we are an item.” The thought hadn’t even occurred to me, but I could see having a steady diet of what he possessed.

  “You must be a hair trigger from going off. I like to take my time. I will know when you are ready.” It would’ve been something to walk in his shoes for one week.

  No woman would be safe. I couldn’t see how any man could wield their appendage without wanting to fuck every second of the day. I would take full advantage of being equipped and use my knowledge of the female anatomy to make many of them squeal.

  “Megan, I like that you’re in no hurry. I would like to put sex on the table.” His head was bobbing up and down in an affirmative gesture.

  I lapped up what was clinging to his shaft like a starving kitten.

  The woman watching put her hand up to her mouth and the other one was squeezing her breasts through the pedestrian white blouse.

  “I don’t know when the last time I have given head in a car.” I opened my mouth and descended on his manly persuasion.

  He threw his head back and moaned unceremoniously with no idea we had a voyeur. I inhaled the head and concentrated with extra emphasis on the most sensitive part of a man. I could see how his balls had inflated to the size of grapefruits. He was building up steam with the rock hard evidence of his excitement close to relieving him of his burden.

  His hips involuntarily drove several inches to the back of my mouth. I was no stranger to the art of going down on a man. Deepthroat was a technique I had mastered with several willing men. I pushed him past the resistance with the ring of my throat grabbing him in a tight vise.

  “I don’t think anybody would believe me, but you are in a league of your own. I want to run away from the pleasure, but it’s too much for any man to resist. Your tongue is amazing and I never know where it’s going to be next. Take it all.” I was skinning his flute with the surface of my crimson lips.

  I was going all the way down and then back up to where only the head remained encased between my lips. It pushed up against my cheek framing the outline of the mushroom shape. I drove my mouth up and down in a familiar fashion. This was so much better than his hand to satisfy those carnal cravings.

  He was on the precipice with the apex of his pleasure simmering at the head. It wouldn’t take much more to draw out his orgasm. I cradled his balls, warming them to my touch and squeezing every so often to break the monotony.

  The woman’s eyes were half closed and her hands had disappeared. The way that she was licking her lips confirmed my suspicion she was consumed by her own needs.

  I stuck my hand up underneath my skirt and found the crotch of my panties soaking wet. I peeled them away from the lips to move my finger down the length of my slit. I made this animalistic sound around the head with the vibration travelin
g down the length of those inches.

  My head became a blur of motion and I couldn’t control myself. The finger slipped inside and found my sex grabbing onto it for dear life. I was bubbling to the surface and my thumb found the protrusion of my little friend. Rubbing it in a circle had me unconsciously grazing my teeth along his sensitive flesh.

  I plunged two fingers into the gaping hole between my legs. The sound of my fingers at work was like music to my ears.

  I released him from my oral cavity with the color of purple announcing his discharge. My hand was mounting an attack with his masculinity enclosed in my fist. I squeezed a little harder like he was a tube of toothpaste.

  The windows had fogged up. I was giving this woman her own personal peep show. She was biting her knuckle and leaving the imprint of her teeth buried in her flesh.

  She looked around after she came out of her post-orgasmic trance. Her face had flushed. She got up with her hands smoothing out her skirt down to her knees. She leaned forward and waited for the main event. There was no way that she was going to miss this.

  “I can’t hold it back any longer.” I put one hand over his mouth and he was biting the palm of my hand during the moment of truth.

  I continued undeterred and watched the eye of the storm begin to churn with lightning in a bottle. It turned into a fountain firing indiscriminately into the air. I milked him dry and turned to find our mysterious guest had vanished.

  “I think you have more to give me.” I sealed my lips around the crown and felt it buck three more times in my mouth.

  He paint brushed my tongue with the remainder of his boiling seed. I should’ve taken the intensity, but I wanted her to witness something she could take back to her significant other.

  Somewhere there was a man unprepared for the beast to come out of its cage. She was going to be all over her lover from the moment he stepped through the door.

  “I’m exhausted beyond words. You were a bad girl. This is a sticky mess. I don’t even want to think about what my dry cleaner is going to say when I bring these items in to have cleaned.” His buzz cut was a magnet for my hands and I held his head in between my bosom.