Authors: S. W. Frank
He promise
d to watch over his nephews and as Consigliere, give
them
guidance
.
Yet, Giuseppe dismissed his teachings, acting with reckless regard by moving too quickly to squash disputes with violence in lieu of persuasion. Giuseppe’s father Carlo also behaved in such a manner until
Luzo
channeled his impulsiveness.
These were modern times and the youth were
less likely to follow advice of their elders. They were determined to learn through pain.
Giuseppe climbed inside the SUV and moments later it rolled past
Alberti
. A dark sedan emerged from the shadows and followed. The occupants of the car were not tourists; their profiles in the artificial light
coming
from the lamp posts revealed their intent. These were
soldati
, sent on assignment.
His chauffeur glanced at his boss, “Follow?”
“Yes,”
Alberti, nodded
.
The chauffeur’s eyes registered understanding and he whipped the car around
,
keeping a safe
distance
, they
trailed the
dark sedan.
Alberti
used his ‘mobile
phone
’ as
Giuseppe
described it,
to warn
the stubborn lad. He
g
a
ve instruction
s for Giuseppe’s
driver
to follow
,
“
head east to the
Riviera di
Chiaia
near the
Villa
Comunale
and
tell your driver to
stop when there
is a deserted street
and we will box them in
and stay inside. I will handle it from there, boy!
”
The SUV drove leisurely through the narrow streets as instructed. Soon it banked east traveling the long Riviera di
Chiaia
, exited and rolled over the ancient brick streets un
cluttered by
traffic. It is here
Giuseppe’s
vehicle stopped
suddenly and Alberti’s driver was out
of
the car moving fast. He reached
for the gun
at
his waist and immediately
the dark street became a collection of
rapid
flashing lights.
No one returned fire from inside the vehicle, how could they,
when they were dead?
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Yesterday couldn’t be undone
, l
ast night
,
either
.
Emilio sat up in bed, put his feet to the floor and cursed himself for letting things go this far. Jessica decided she didn’t want to
go clubbing
after-all. They had dinner at The
G-
Spot on the strip,
took
a night stroll on the beach then returned to his room to hook-up,
for a second time
.
He looked over his shoulder at her, shook his head and went to shower.
He bathed, taking longer than usual as he tried to
figure out what the fuck to do next. He’d forgotten to call his boss, forgot a lot of shit because he was too busy screwing. What
reason
could he
devise
for not calling?
Well, it had to be a good one.
He climbed out the stall and dried off then returned to the
room to dress. As he slipped his shirt over his head, Jessica awakened and stretched.
She yawned, “Morning.”
He couldn’t deny how much he wanted to be with her but it
w
ouldn’t work. She
had no idea
about his past.
Tousled
hair crowned
the
pretty face.
There existed a
twinkle of deviltry in the smoky brown eyes. She leaned her head in her hands
,
“You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?”
“No.” He lied. He zipped his trousers then sat down on the edge of the bed, “
I just don’t want you getting ideas about us.”
“Emilio,” she shook her head, “we’ve both wanted
to do it and s
ince you weren’t going to make the move, I said what the fuck and went for it. I think the only reason you’re saying that is because you’re afraid of what my cousin might do.”
“
I’d be stupid if I wasn’t concerned about his reaction.” He fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, “Jess,
we have to end this
.”
She climbed over his chest and lay naked atop him to look in his eyes, “Why?”
His eyebrows collided, “Trust me,
we do
.
You and
me
won’t work.
”
She caressed his face, “You don’t think much of yourself, do you?”
“I just know it won’
t work between us.” He responded, trying to ignore the heat building between his legs.
She smirked. “
I guess it can’t if you’re afraid to give
it a
chance.
You’re saying things you don’t believe.
”
His hands moved of their own volition to her curvaceous bottom. She wiggled her pelvis against his midsection and he became fully aroused, “Jess, I’ve got a
fucked-up
past.”
“W
ho
doesn’t?
”
“I’ve been in and out of
foster homes and
juvie
. If
not for
your cousin I’d be
doing hard time
or dead by now.
You’re young with a world of opportunities ahead of
you,
getting mixed up with me isn’t a smart move.”
“We’re more alike than you think.”
He grinned, finding humor in the statement, “How you figure?”
“We’ve been trying to do the right thing for everybody but
ourselves. My mom wants me to stay a little girl when the truth is I stopped being a little girl when I was sixteen.”
Emilio studied her face, “Twenty’s still rather young.”
“So are you.” S
he wiggled
again,
“I’m glad
Alfonzo helped you out but you don’t owe him your life.
”
“It’s called loyalty,
mi
amor
.”
Her lips went to his
neck,
she sucked
on
it
really
hard,
resulting in a small red bruise. She lift
ed
her
head
and
smil
ed
, “That’s my seal of loyalty.”
Jessica
dr
ove
him crazy
with the sexual teasing.
Foremost
,
on his mind, getting her to understand his gratitude to Alfonzo.
“
He saved my ass.”
“I’m happy he did
,
”
she chortled.
“I’m not joking.”
The memory of how close he cam
e to getting his head blown-off
didn’t elicit humor.
He’d got
ten
busted trying to swipe some drug-dealers car from the parking lot of a nightclub in San Juan.
Before he hot-wired the car, a hand reached inside, yanked him out to the ground and Emilio stared into the barrel of a gun.
Fortunately, Alfonzo and his companions emerged from the club, saw the commotion
and
intervened.
After a brief discussion, t
urn
s
out,
the guy care
d
more about kissing Alfonzo’s ass then his car. Apparently,
Alfonzo
’s reputation caused the dude to have a change of heart and Emilio got off
with
a
tepid
warning. Alfonzo
tossed Emilio his card, told him if he
wanted
a real job
to call him.
Emilio
hadn’t swiped or stripped a car, eversince.
Sh
e wiggled again and he frowned, “Jess, please
, don’t…w
e can’t…
do this anymore.
”
Her fingers worked
open
his fly, “
Let’s see what you really think
.
Mister Dick wi
ll
tell me
the truth
.
”
“Jess-,”
his penis sprung to life,
“
dammit!”
H
e cursed as she tugged off his trousers.
She took advantage of his weakened state, straddl
ed
him and he couldn’t
pretend anymore.
“What do you want from me Jess?”
“What I wanted
the first time we met…
I w
ant
you
.” Then she took
him between her thighs and the moistness sliding up and down his staff was so pleasurable he buckled in response.
H
er breath
was
hot on his throat,
“
You’re stronger than me, make me stop.”