Ezra Kraus 2.
Yakov chuckles darkly in my ear, reminding me where I am. “Two people are about to enter the lobby, might want to hide the world’s smallest peepee so you don’t draw more attention to yourself.”
“Fuck.” I mutter, quickly righting my pants. I finish securing my belt as the couple rounds the corner to the elevator corridor. I raise an imaginary hat to them, ignore their surprise and confusion and head out of the apartment building. My car is a block away, so I stick my hands in my suit pants pockets and walk confidently in its direction. My mind is stuck on the firecracker I just sunk into balls deep.
“You neutralized the situation before I was forced to watch your pale ass fucking that woman?” He means did I kill the fucker who was dealing near the local schools. Normally not something we would involve ourselves in, since law enforcement is more than capable of handling such a thing, but since everything went down with my brother Zeppo and Ruthie months ago and the imminent arrival of his first born, Moshe is determined to prove his worth as the Avraham Avinu of the Kosher Nostra and head of the mishpocheh . He well and truly fucked up and nearly lost his wife and unborn child in the process and has become zealous in righting his wrongs, so to speak. Also, the dealer had been running his mouth to the wrong people about how weak he believed the Kosher Nostra to be.
I believe his broken neck speaks to our strength and will be a lesson to those who wish to try their luck against us.
“Yes, Yak. It’s been handled. And you could have found something else to do.”
“If it had been anyone other than you, I would have, but I knew you’d be quick.” Asshole. I chuckle to myself as I unlock my car.
“Yak…” I stop, not sure what I want to ask him. His sigh says he knows me better than I know myself.
“You bitches are falling faster than my pants when I eat Chinese food.” He’s not wrong, Moshe, Jonah, Zeppo…it’s like an epidemic. I’m not falling; it’d be a crime not to have a second go-around with the best pussy I’ve had in years…maybe ever.
“You’re ruining my buzz.”
“Death and sex…nothing better.”
“Vengeance and epic fucking.”
“Whatever. You want me to find her?” Do I? Is that what I was going to ask him? Shit. It is.
“Yeah, if nothing else, she can place me at the scene if anyone decides to look into fuckface’s death.” I do not appreciate Yak’s condescending laughter.
“Right, to cover the bases. Cuz, I didn’t interfere with the security cameras or anything. You get a name before stabbing her with your personal dagger?”
I scoff, “It’s a claymore, at least, if not a longsword.”
“You’re smuggling a steak knife at best, buddy and by the way she hot-footed out of that elevator I’d say she wasn’t impressed with how you handled it.”
“Two fucking orgasms, dammit!” I yell before getting a hold of my temper.
“Pity.”
“She pitied me and came hard twice for my benefit?”
“Women.” He says that like it should explain everything. And I guess it does, women are confusing creatures, but her cunt didn’t clutch my shaft out of pity. Just the memory of her body against mine, her show of force when she bit my tongue, her pants and moans in my ears, fuck…I adjust my cock as I pull into traffic and head home. Someone else could have dealt with fuckface, but I was bored so I offered. And I’m damn glad I did.
“Dottie.”
“ This is our daughter Dottie. And this is our other daughter, Dottie’s sister.” Fuck, I forgot about that line in A League of their Own . I join Yak’s laughter, maneuvering through the city of Charlotte.
“She live in the building?” I can hear him tapping away on his keyboard.
“No, she was on a date.” I say with disgust, not even trying to conceal my anger at someone else touching her.
“Must have gone well if she ended it on your dick in the elevator.”
“I only caught part of their goodbyes, but he was being a fucking asshole.”
“Alright, I’ll send you what I find.” He clicks off the comms, so I remove the earpiece and toss it in the cupholder. My hands twist on the leather of the steering wheel, my mind replaying every moment of that elevator ride.
Yakov will find her, we’ll fuck again, and then we’ll part ways. I just need one more hit…said every drug addict ever.