Mick Sinatra 2: Love, Lies, and Jericho (15 page)

“Some of
those strippers had to see it.
 
It
happened just outside of their dressing room, and a group of them were outside
smoking at the time.
 
But nobody wants to
talk.
 
Nobody wants to snitch.
 
They wouldn’t tell us shit.”

“They’ll
talk,” Mick said, “or fucking die.”
 
Then
he pointed forward.
 
“Go,” he said to his
driver.

Hasan Brown
looked around at the crowd in the Honey Spot and was pleased that he would make
his bank and then some again tonight.
 
Even after that craziness earlier, the crowd still came out.
 
He back-slapped and shook hands as he made
his way to his office in the back.
 
He
was worried for a minute, his margins being as tight as they were, but now he
felt good about it.

But as soon
as he opened his office door and walked inside, his good feelings quickly
turned into a sense of dread.
 
It felt as
if all of his prior bad acts were catching up with him.
  
Because Mick was inside the office waiting
at the door, and as soon as Hasan walked in, Mick grabbed him and jacked him up
against the wall.
 
Danny closed and
locked the door.
 
Mick’s two other men
guarded the door.

Mick pulled
out his gun and aimed it at Hasan’s eye.
 
“My name is Mick Sinatra.”

Hasan began
to nod wildly and nervously.
 
“I know who
you are,” he said.

“Your pole
dancers saw who shot my son.”

“Your
son?”
 
Hasan was stunned.
 
He thought that kid was just some thug from
around the way.
 
He had no idea!
 
“He was
your
son?”

“If you
don’t get them to tell me who shot him,” Mick continued, “then I will make a
promise to you.
 
And please
understand.
 
My promises, I keep.
 
Because if you are unable to find out who it
was that attempted to murder my boy, then I will murder you, them, and every
fucker in this fucking place.
 
I will
shut it down, you hear me?
 
You find out
and you find out now.”
 
Then he pushed
Hasan away from him.
 
“You’ve got two
minutes,” he said.

But Hasan
just stood there.
 
He was still taking it
all in.
 
He was still too stunned to
move.

“Two minutes
motherfucker!” Mick yelled, and Hasan jumped startled and then sprang to
life.
 
He hurried back out of the
door.
 
Mick motioned toward the two
guards at the door.
 
They followed the
club owner.

Mick walked
around and sat behind the desk, with his gun at his side.
 
Danny kept his gun visible too, as he paced
the room.
 
But he was worried on a
different level.
 
He was worried about
his job.
 
He looked at Mick.
 
“I just want to clear something up, boss,” he
said.

Mick looked
at him.

“I’m not
prejudice,” Danny said.
 
“I don’t look at
color at all.
 
I was just saying it was a
black club, that’s all.
 
I wasn’t trying
to say they were better or not better.
 
I
don’t think like that.
 
And because Joey
likes black women don’t mean shit to me either.
 
They aren’t my cup of tea but that doesn’t mean I have anything against
them, because I don’t.
 
I need you to
understand that.”

Mick wasn’t
trying to catch any of that bullshit Danny was slinging.
 
His purpose was singular: find out who tried
to ice his son.
 
Period.
 
Who Danny preferred or didn’t prefer was of
no consequence to Mick right now.
 
Joey
was all he could think about.

And within a
matter of minutes, Hasan returned with Mick’s two men.
 
And closed the door. Mick looked at him.

“Tony
LeKirk,” Hasan said.

“Who the
fuck is he?” Mick asked.

“A guy that
hangs around Little Italy.
 
A really
rough dude.
 
They didn’t wanna say who he
was because they knew he would take them out.
 
He comes around here a lot.”

Mick stood
up.

Hasan panicked.
 
“But what kind of protection can you offer my
girls if he comes back around here seeking revenge?
 
He’s gonna know they told.”

Mick looked
at Hasan as if he had lost his mind.
 
“He
won’t be coming around,” Mick said as if it went without saying, and then he
and his men left.
 
Hasan leaned against
his desk, still shaking.
 
He pulled out a
handkerchief and wiped his sweaty neck.
 
He’d heard of Mick the Tick for years, especially back in the day.
 
But this was his first up close and personal
encounter with him.
 
He nearly pissed in
his pants.
          

Tony LeKirk
stuffed as much money as he could stuff into his duffel bag.
 
He wasn’t going to be able to get it all, but
he was going to get as much of it as he could possibly get.
 
But after that phone call from one of the
strippers at the Honey Spot, he knew he had to get out and get out now.
 
The kid he iced wasn’t some random who didn’t
obey the rules as he had been told.
 
He
was Mick the Tick’s son!
 
He had no
idea.
 
Nobody told him that kid belonged
to Mick Sinatra or he would have never dreamed of taking him out!
 
He didn’t have a death wish!
 
But it was too late now.
 
The damage was already done and Mick knew his
name.
 
He had to leave now!

He lifted
his window and got out, panic causing him to move too fast and nearly drop his
bag twice.
 
But he kept moving.
 
He climbed down the fire escape with the
overstuffed duffel bag on his back.
 
His
car was parked in the alley, well out of sight, and he was going to get out of
town before Mick or any of his henchmen had a clue he knew anything.
 

And it
worked.
 
He jumped down from the stairs
of the fire escape, ran across the back walkways through the trash and filth of
the blighted urban area, and made his way to his Chevy in the alleyway.
 
He tossed his duffel bag on the passenger
seat and got in too.
 
And he was ready to
make a run for it.

But just as
he was about to drive out of the alley, Mick’s SUV drove in, facing right in
front of Tony’s Chevy.

“Shit!” Tony
yelled, shocked that he had been found out this quickly.
 
But then his survival skills kicked in and he
threw the car in Reverse, floored the gas petal, and took off driving
backwards.

Mick’s SUV
drove forward, racing after him, as Tony swerved and swerved, hitting the
concrete alley wall repeatedly, as he fought to make his way out.
 
Mick, in the front seat of the SUV, didn’t
want to end it this way, without the answers he sought, but he knew it would be
too dangerous if he allowed that asshole to get on the open road.

“Give it to
me,” Mick ordered Danny.
 
He was not the
kind of man who allowed his subordinates to do his dirty work for him.
 
He did it himself.
 
Danny handed him the shotgun from the
backseat and he leaned out of the SUV, pumped, and fired.
 
Two shots only.
 
One shot hitting Tony in the throat.
 
The second shot getting Tony between the
eyes.
 
Kill shots both.

The Chevy
continued to back up as Tony slumped over until it had backed into the street,
hitting an oncoming car, and came to a rest in the middle of the road.
 
Mick’s SUV backed up this time, and out of
the alley the same way they had come in.
 
Tony LeKirk was dead.
 
He was the
who.
 
But only Joey was going to be able
to tell Mick why.
          

Roz was in
Mick’s big bed sound asleep when the bedroom door opened and a very tired body
walked in.
 

Mick didn’t
come straight home after the kill.
 
He
went back to the hospital to check on his son.
 
His condition had improved, he was breathing on his own, but there was nothing
more to report.
 
They had to give it
time.
 
Only time and a lot of prayer
would tell, Mick’s doctor informed him, if young Joey stood a chance.
 
Mick knew then that any plans he had to go to
Jericho would have to be placed on hold, until his son was out of the woods.

He went into
the bathroom, removed all of his clothes, and showered while Roz slept.
 
He splayed his open hands against the shower
tile and allowed the water to caress his body.
 
He was getting too old for this shit.
 
He knew it.
 
But as long as they
bought the shit to him, he had to shove it out of his way.
 
And this shit he shoved tonight didn’t go the
way he had planned.
 
He wanted answers
before he let the guy have it.
 
But the
guy wouldn’t cooperate and Mick for damn sure wasn’t going to let him get
away.
 
He had no choice but to shoot and
shoot to kill.

But he
didn’t know shit about why Joey was targeted.
 
The guy was a drug dealer and Joey had been trying to break into that
field, so hopefully it was as simple as that.
 
But Mick assumed nothing.
 
Joey,
he hoped, would pull through and be able to tell him what really went down.

He got out
of the shower, dried off, towel-dried his hair, and made his way to bed.
 
He was so relieved to have Roz in his bed,
and to have access to her body at this moment in time, that he didn’t bother to
walk around the bed and get in.
 
He
climbed his naked body over her and got in under the covers.
 
Roz opened her eyes when she felt his big
body pressing down on the bed, and she quickly turned to face him.

“Joey’s
okay?” she asked him urgently.
 
“Did you
see him again tonight?”

“I saw him,”
Mick assured her.
 
“He’s better.
 
My doctor is there with him, overseeing his
care, and he’s breathing on his own now.”

“That’s
good, Mick.”

“Yeah, it
is.
 
He’s turned a corner, but he’s not
out of the woods yet.”

“He’ll be
just fine,” Roz said.
 
“He’s a strong
kid.”

Mick
smiled.
 
“Yeah, I’ll give him that.
  
He’s a stupid kid who does a lot of
stupid-ass things, but he’s strong.
 
He’ll pull through this.”

But Roz was
now staring at Mick.
 
“What about you?”
she asked.
 
“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,
babe,” he assured her as he wrapped his arms around her naked body.
 
“I’m fine.”

“Did you . .
. I mean?”

Mick
nodded.
 
“I took care of it.”

But Roz
could tell he was still unsettled.
 
“It
didn’t go well, did it?”

Mick
appreciated her perceptiveness.
 
“I found
the guy responsible, and I took care of the guy responsible.
 
But I still need some answers.”

“That the
guy could answer?
 
Or Joey?”

“Both.
 
But since the guy can’t answer shit anymore,”
he said, as he placed his hand between her legs and began to rub her clit,
“it’ll be up to Joey.”

Roz felt odd
when Mick made it clear to her what he had just done.
 
Somehow, when it was theoretical and not an
actual fact, it didn’t have the same moral uneasiness in her mind.
 
She knew he was up to things of that nature,
but he wasn’t wallowing in it or telling her about it.
 
But she couldn’t bury her head in the sand and
pretend she didn’t know what Mick had to do sometimes.
 
Because she did know.
 
He made it clear to her that there were times
when he would have to do the unnatural and kill or be killed.
 
He hated it.
 
He was a man who knew it was wrong on every level.
 
But it wasn’t as if he attempted to murder
his own son and brought this on himself.
 
They brought it to him.
 
What did
they expect him to do?

She rubbed
his damp hair as his fingers left her clit and slinked in between the folds of
her pussy.
 
She was feeling it now.
 
“I want you to know something,” she said to
him.

Mick stared
at her and his heart began to sink.
 
Was
she ready to leave him?
 
Did he
carelessly reveal too much about his
other
business activities and she wasn’t going to be able to take it?

“I want you
to know,” Roz continued, as his unsettled heart waited, “that I will be here
for you no matter what.”

Mick’s heart
soared when she made that statement.
 
He
continued to stare at her, but with the look of a man whose burden had been
lifted.

“I know what
kind of man you are,” Roz continued.
 
“I
know you won’t engage in those dastardly situations unless you had no
choice.
 
I know you.”

Mick managed
to smile.
 
“And I love you,” he
said.
 
“I still can’t believe my good
luck.”

Roz smiled
too, and landed a kiss on his lips.
 
But if
she thought it was going to be a one and done, she didn’t know Mick as well as
she had thought.

He pulled
her closer with one hand, continued to massage her pussy with his other hand,
and kissed her with a hard, lingering kiss.
 
And then a series of kisses.
 
Roz
placed her arms around his neck, and returned his passion.

But she
couldn’t match it.
 
Because Mick wasn’t
making love for the fun of it.
 
He was
making love with the woman that made him feel alive again.
 
Every time he had to do what he had to do he
felt less human.
 
He felt as if a piece
of himself was dying with every bullet hole.
 
But he wasn’t a man who lived in regret.
 
If you slapped him, he was going to slap you, kick you, and stomp you
down.
 
It was who he was.
 
And he made no apologies for it.

But being
that way wasn’t easy.
 
It took its toll
on him.
 
He used to search out different
women for this moment, and they would give his body some relief.
 
But Roz gave his entire being relief, not
just his body.
 
She soothe his mind,
heart, and body.
 
And that was why she
was never just a fuck for him.
 
It was so
much more than that.

He pulled
her on top of him as he continued to kiss her.
 
Her pussy was wet just from his finger massage, so he moved both hands
to her ass and massaged her there as he kissed her.
 
He forgot about that world outside.
 
He forgot about the pain and the
responsibilities and the burdens when he was with Roz like this.
 
That was why he kissed her so long.
 
For nearly fifteen minutes they kissed.
 
He squeezed her ass, he kissed her, he made
love to her mouth.
  
Until his cock
wanted to join the party too, it had stiffened to aching territory, and he put
it inside of her.
          

Roz sat up
on top of Mick when he pushed his penis in.
 
She wanted to ride it.
 
She wanted
him to relax, turn over the reins to her, and let her ride.

And he
did.
 
Mick laid back, fondled her
bouncing breasts, and allowed her to take the lead.
 
Roz’s saturated pussy glided along Mick’s
hard rod and glistened it with her juices.
 
For several minutes she rode and she rode.
 
Mick could feel every crevice inside of her,
and it was one of those enchanting feelings, as she rode.
 
He placed his hands on her narrow waist as
her small body sat on top of his muscular body and moved up and down, up and
down in a wonderfully slow, sensual glide.
 
His rod was enjoying every second.
 
She gave him that thrill that crept up his legs and entered every inch
of his long cock until it was putting a chill into the deepest muscles of his
body.
  
She was fucking him hard.

So hard that
he couldn’t hold out.
 
He bent his body
forward, trying to wait, but she was putting it on him too strong.

“You’re
gonna make me,” he said, unable to get the words out completely.
 
“You’re gonna make me!”

And then he
flipped her onto her back, shove his cock deep inside of her wetness, fucked
her longer.
 
And then he came.
 
He broke his own cardinal rule and came
before she came.
 
And it wasn’t a small,
dainty cum either.
 
He released hard into
her and poured and poured as if there was no end in sight to his outpour.
 
He fucked her and poured into her.
 
He went all out.

It also
affected Roz.
 
As she felt his hot liquid
squirt around her pussy like leakage of love that was unable to stop, she came
too.
 
And her orgasm was as strong as his
outpour.
 
He continued to fuck her, that
was his way, but it only heightened the feelings to near-impossible-to-bear
heights.
 
She was arching and he was
pounding and both of them were experiencing that feeling of love they only felt
when they were doing each other.
 
All
else dissipated.
 
Mick only saw Roz, and
Roz only saw him.
 
He wrapped her in his
arms, and kissed her, as they came.

But by
morning, after they had fallen asleep, awakened, and showered and dressed
together, it was all about Joey again.
 
They took the Bentley, with Mick driving, and made their way to the
hospital.
  
Mick parked in the parking
lot, placed his hand in the small of Roz’s back, and they walked slowly toward
the entrance doors.

Roz was
dressed in a gray pantsuit and heels, and Mick was dressed in a suit and
tie.
 
They knew Joey had survived the
night.
 
They would have received a phone
call if he hadn’t.
 
But they both were
worried sick.

Teddy,
Gloria, and Adrian were still at their brother’s bedside when Mick and Roz
arrived.
 
Joey’s mother had left just
after Mick left and had not returned or phoned, and Mick’s doctor, Dr. Blaxton,
was downstairs getting coffee.

But the big
news for Mick and Roz was Joey himself.
 
Not only was he awake, but he was alert.
 
He even smiled when they entered his hospital room.

Mick was so
overjoyed to see his son vibrant again, that he laughed.
 
“It’s alive!” he said jokingly and everybody,
including Joey, laughed.
 
Mick and Roz
made their way up to his bedside.
 
“How
are you son?” Mick asked him.

Joey loved
the sound of his father calling him
son
.
 
He hated that it still excited him, but it
did.
 
“I feel a little rough, but I’m
alive.
 
They have me pretty doped up.”

“Yeah, I’m
sure they do.”

“Doc Blaxton
says he’s going to make a full recovery, Dad,” Gloria said.

Mick placed
his arm around her, squeezing her.
 
“That’s great news, honey,” he said.
 
“I’m so happy to hear it.”

“Now you
guys can go to Jericho,” Teddy said.
 
“I’ll look after him.
 
He’ll be
okay.”

“It’s no big
deal,” Mick said.
 
“It can wait.”

“No, it
can’t, Dad,” Teddy said.
 
“It’s high time
you do it and get it over with.”

Mick didn’t
like any child of his telling him what he should do, but he couldn’t argue with
good advice.

“Tell him,
Joey,” Gloria said.
 
“Tell him he should
go see his brother.
 
You’ll be okay.”

“Yeah,” Joey
said, “I’ll be just fine.”