Monty 12
Dipping my chin to one of the perimeter guards, I open the front door to the mishpocheh compound and step inside.
Yakov sent me a text that my presence was required at a meeting in the war room.
I’ve been there a few times over the years, but as I’m not a kapitan, I don’t usually attend many meetings with the Avinu.
Yes, I occasionally eat breakfast with him, but I am quite happy not to be involved in the decision-making process.
I’ve seen the toll it takes on not only Moshe, but his council, and Yak.
Heavy is the head that wears the bagel crown.
It’s been weeks since the attack outside the bridal boutique.
Nothing has happened and everyone is hesitant to relax.
Someone hired mercenaries to abduct the women of the Kosher Nostra.
We don’t know who or why. Yak and Tev have reached dead end after dead end trying to trace the responsible party.
The phone and financials of the man they captured haven’t led to anything useful.
I can see the stress weighing on Yak, despite how hard he tries to hide it, and it hurts Sophia and I to see him like this.
I cover my mouth when another yawn hits me without warning. Sophia’s nightmares are not as frequent as they were, but they are still often enough to lose some sleep from her thrashing and crying. Her therapist reassures her the nightmares are part of the process as they hash out her past trauma.
However, I suspect Sophia has gotten used to waking up in the middle of the night from the nightmares and us fucking her back to sleep.
I woke up close to orgasm the other night, the moonlight striking Sophia’s naked back as she rode me reverse cowgirl.
The night before that, she had sucked Yak off until he startled awake, then threw her down on top of me and fucked her until she passed out.
Our girl is insatiable, giving, and trying to take our minds off the threat. And we love her for it.
Raised voices catch my attention as I pass the sitting room. Peeking around the corner, I chuckle watching Harper throw something at her beloved husband. “Why are you laughing, Jonah? It’s not funny.”
“I don’t know, I think some would say it’s…goofy.”
“Puns? Puns? You think now is the time for puns?” Jonah’s problem is that the pretty boy lacks self-preservation. He has limited survival instincts which is why he opens his mouth. I’m not a smart man, but even I know that was a rhetorical question.
“It’s always time for puns.”
“ARGHHH!” She chucks something else at Jonah. He has enough instinct to duck, at least.
I step in before she bludgeons him to death with the metal lunchbox in her hand. “Hey, what’s going on in here?”
Harper turns to me, the wildness in her eyes smoothing out slightly when she registers my presence. “I’m getting fan mail.”
“Ok?” That’s not unusual as a cam-girl. In fact, that’s part of her business.
“It’s all goofy.”
“Ok?” Jonah starts giggling but we both ignore him.
“No. Literally, Goofy.” She stomps her foot then starts picking up objects from the couch and tossing them at me.
I briefly wonder if she ever played softball before I’m hit in the face with a plushie.
Goofy. Ah, now I get it. Lunchboxes, plushies, T-shirts, blankets, toys and a pair of Goofy underwear. “Why? Why, why, why, whywhywhy!”
“I’m sorry, Harp. This must be difficult for you,” I offer sincerely, though I’m fighting a grin.
She blinks several times and nods at me. “Thank you, Monty, I appreciate that. It’s not scary…been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. But it’s…disturbing, nonetheless.”
“Breathe with me, Harp.” I inhale deeply and exhale. She mimics me, her shoulders loosening slightly. “Yaaah,” she repeats, “Hoo-hoo-hoo”, again, “Eeee! Excellent. Now, put it all together.”
“Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-eee!” There is a charged moment of silence, and I see my life flash before my eyes, and I realize I, too, have no self-preservation.
Harper emits a cry any banshee would envy, and picks up items from the couch, throwing them at Jonah and me with laser precision. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!”
“Gawrsh, Harp, you better clean all this up.” I shove Jonah’s back to get us out of the line of fire.
“Ah-hyuck, Jonah, you ain’t ever touching my perfect pink pussy again in this lifetime!”
As we run down the hall toward the war room, he looks back at me over his shoulder with a boyish grin. “She doesn’t mean that.” I raise an eyebrow and he shrugs. “Worth it!”
Jonah enters the war room first, skidding inside. I slow my pace and walk in behind him. I stutter to a stop, however, when I find Sophia, Blanche, Rose, and Dottie sitting at the large conference table, and The Pharaoh leaning against the wall.
“Sweetling.” I round the table, bend down and kiss Sophia. I pull back with a grin and whisper, “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Mmm.” She hums, slowly opening her eyes and smiling at me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I stand up and find Yakov staring at the two of us with a harsh expression.
To the common observer, he would appear mad.
He always looks disgruntled to some degree.
But my dick perks up because I know he’s picturing Sophia and I naked, tangled in our sheets.
He adjusts himself subtly, licking his lips.
Or maybe he’s picturing the two of us on our knees worshipping his cock.
Dammit, now I’m horny.
Tev bumps Yak. “Aren’t you gonna greet your man with a kiss?”
“I could start greeting you with my fist.”
Tev fans himself dramatically. “Fisting? Only if you buy me dinner first.”
Moshe stands at the head of the table and waves for everyone to take their seats. “Avinu, I hope it’s not too late to submit the proper paperwork to HR about our interoffice relationship.” It’s crowded, but we make do, as I take a seat.
He grins with a shake of his head. “Yakov already submitted it all. It’ll take 7 to 10 business years to process, so you’ll need to abstain in the meantime.
” Yak grunts his amusement, while I laugh.
Sophia looks between Moshe and me with alarm.
I wink to let her know it’s all good. “Alright, Goldman Girls, you called this meeting. Why are we here?” My eyebrows rise at that information.
I look at Yak next to me, but he shrugs, just as clueless as I am why they asked for a meeting, let alone why I’ve been included.
Surprising me even more, Sophia stands up, remote in her hand and gestures to the screen on the wall. My flabbers continue to gast with every slide and word out of her mouth. 20 minutes later, I’m still shocked. And excited. And super fucking horny for our girl.
The Goldman Girls propose the following: The Kosher Nostra and Goldman Girls Realty establish an American Rugby Union team.
There is land for sale adjacent to King’s Mountain Casino that would be a prime location for a new multi-sport complex to serve as the home of the men’s Charlotte Seething Squirrels rugby team and the Angry Dam Beavers, a female rugby team.
In addition to the existing luxury hotel at the casino, two Kosher Nostra owned boutique hotels would be built, along with the stadium, restaurants, and clubhouse.
The stadium will be offered to area teams and can be easily adapted to accommodate different sports, as well as being used for tournaments and concerts to draw in visitors.
The Goldman Girls will be the major sponsor of the teams; however, they do not have the capital and funding for the land and build.
I decline the financial packet Dottie provides, letting the others look over the numbers, expected revenue, and profit margins.
I don’t care about any of that. The Kosher Nostra is already a well-known entity in the city and state, and another legitimate business to add to their growing portfolio would increase their approval among the masses.
“Is there a draw for rugby in the area beyond a collegiate level?” Aaron, Ezra and Zeppo’s dad, asks without looking up from the packet.
“Charlotte is already a sports rich location with professional football, basketball, soccer and minor league baseball and hockey with plenty of patrons and potential players. We believe a tie-in with the casino will draw additional attention to create a destination experience.” Aaron nods absently at Sophia, but I give her a broad grin and thumbs up.
Steven tosses the packet on the table and sits back in his chair. “Any particular players in mind?” He glances at me with a smirk.
Blanche drums her fingers on the table. “Christopher Montgomery plays in a rec league with Deker and Astin. They are quite good.”
“Sophia is fu—dating Monty.”
I stiffen in my seat at Zilv’s implication and Yak growls.
Blanche pins him with a hard glare. “Do I strike you as the type of woman who would put my own money on the line out of obligation to my sister’s pussy pounder?
Do you know anything about rugby?” Zilv reluctantly shakes his head.
“Then keep your mouth shut, the adults are talking.”
“I hate that she’s a lesbian,” Zilv mutters dejectedly.
“No, you hate that you aren’t one,” Ezra corrects him. Zilv thinks about it for a moment and nods in agreement.
“Monty,” I look away from Sophia’s lips, and focus on David. He might be Moshe, Ruthie, and Zilv’s dad, but he is as close to a father as I have ever had. “Tell them.”
With a sigh, I glance at Sophia once more, then Yak. His lips twitch with the hint of an encouraging smile. “I played rugby in college. I was offered contracts from a few professional teams before I graduated, but I declined.”
“You had the chance to go pro, and you turned it down? Why?” Moshe stares at me earnestly, his confusion echoed by several others around the table.
“Charlotte didn’t have a team.”
“So? You move.”
“No.” I look right at Yak. “My home is here.”
“You chose to put your life in danger instead?”
“I chose my family.” Clearing my throat, I continue. “The men I play with in the rec league…many of them are incredibly talented and would love the opportunity to join a semi-professional team.”
“Blanche, Masud, and I will oversee the team, find staff and coaches, and organize tryouts. Rose will cover marketing and Dottie will take point on the financials. We can broker a good deal for the land. The Mishpocheh Consortium will need to discuss potential partnerships with the King’s Mountain Casino, hire construction crews, and cut through the red tape for permits, licenses, etc.
We believe the complex could be finished in under two years.
In the meantime, we can establish a team and perhaps work out an agreement with the universities in the area that have dedicated rugby grounds with the caveat, they can utilize our stadium once the construction is complete. ”
“You have really thought this out.” David smiles at me. “Do you want this, Monty?” I nod; my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. She listened. Like really listened to me. I know she isn’t doing this just for me, but they are putting quite a bit of faith in my abilities on the pitch and off.
“We’ll need to review it more carefully and discuss further. It sounds promising though. I will schedule a meeting with Yona and Chaske at the casino. Give us a bit of time to mull it over.”
“Thank you for hearing us out.” Moshe’s expression softens as he nods at Sophia.
Yak’s hand on my chin, he turns my head to brush his lips across mine. “She’s something else, isn’t she?”
“She is.” I reply hoarsely. “And she’s ours.”
“Forever.” I nod back and press my lips to his once more.
I wink at Sophia across the table, enjoying the blush that suffuses her neck and cheeks.
Moshe interrupts our moment. “Seething Squirrels?”
“Yes.” The girls respond as one.
“Couldn’t come up with anything else more in line with our brand?”
Dottie snorts. “Like what? The Charlotte Circumcisions…we’ll take more than just your tip.” The room erupts. I rest my head on the table as I shake with laughter.
“Why aren’t we using that name?” Zilv smacks his hand off the table. “Cockables can be a sponsor!”