6. Collins #2
A second joined the first, plunging deep. His wrist, trapped between the counter and my panties, twisted and retreated, while the pads of his fingers dragged against the overly sensitive walls of my vagina. “You should.” He kissed my jaw. “Come for me and whisper my name, Collins.”
Those hands, the ones I knew killed more men than not, were also delivering mind numbing pleasure.
I couldn’t process the moment, nor did I understand how I’d gotten myself into this predicament.
Nor could I move. The erotic scene unfolding between us fueled the pleasure building between us.
Later, when I showered before bed, I’d bring myself to climax again, remembering this moment.
“Miceli.” My voice broke. My knees trembled.
The faster he worked me, the more intense he became.
The sounds he made at the back of his throat only fueled the bliss coiled low in my gut.
I pushed back at him, grinding against him.
Two could play this naughty game. His free hand gripped my hip, guiding me how he wanted me, and I swore I saw stars.
By the time my climax washed over me, I knew I’d give him anything he wanted as long as he could continue to make me feel good.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You came all over my fingers while your little pussy is clenching and milking me.” He didn’t pull out right away, instead he continued to play with me, giving a lazy thrust here and there until finally I sagged.
When he pulled out, I turned around. The sight of him shoving his fingers into his mouth as he cleaned them.
.. I think I just came again. I had to hold the counter behind me for fear I’d fall over.
His face was twisted in rapture, and his cheeks were pink.
His eyes were closed. Miceli was the embodiment of masculine beauty and the peak of male arousal.
I was literally and figuratively fucked.
“Boss,” Benny called out from the front of the house. “Ellory is here.”
“Speak of the devil.” Miceli kept his eyes on me as he gave his fingers a final lick. “Take the keys, Collins. I won’t tell you again.”
After fastening my shorts, I snatched the keys up from where I’d slid them.
“I’m doing this under duress.” My voice was breathy and reedy.
I hated it. The orgasm only made my craving for him become more intense.
“Lucas and I will eat dinner in the cottage tonight.” I needed to get out of there.
Collect my thoughts before I cracked and said something stupid. Before Miceli saw through my facade.
“Have a good evening,” Miceli said, adjusting himself in front of me, because he knew I’d be looking. “I know I will be.”
Miceli
The backdoor closed, and I required a moment to gather myself.
What possessed me? Not only had I jerked off in my office, but now I was fingering a young woman, who I couldn’t stop thinking about—moreover been obsessed with.
Collins intrigued me. Pegged my need to protect meter at high, and yet, when I looked at her sometimes, all I saw was a frightened girl who needed someone to shelter her from whatever sought to harm her.
She fucked with my head hourly.
Now, after shoving my fingers into her sweet and snug, warm cunt, I was fucked.
The intrusive ideas of using my dick instead of my fingers whispered in the back of my mind while I teased her to climax.
I had to stop the madness. I’d only meant for her to have a reliable vehicle while she was here, working for me.
However, her defiance was a turn on I couldn’t ignore. The attraction, it seemed, was mutual.
“So, you’re back here,” Ellory muttered, entering the kitchen. “Though for sure you were in your office.”
I snorted, shaking my head to clear the thoughts of Collins being naked and under me. “It’s been a day, friend. I’m glad you’re here. I have some things for you.”
“Lucky me,” Ellory said, following me into my office. “If it’s a bottle of your best scotch, I’ll knock my fee off for this visit.”
“Considering I hadn’t called you yet after the recent development, I hoped this was a friendly visit. Not business.”
Ellory sat in the chair across from me, staring me dead in the eye. “What developments?”
I unlocked the drawer and brought out both bags Benny handed me earlier.
“It appears there is more to Collins than we both know or have figured out.” The cut line could be from anything, but coupled with the trackers.
.. No, something nefarious was in play. If I was the same murderous, cynical bastard I’d been years ago, before I married Rosalina, I’d have done the same.
Then waited for my target to be stuck on the side of the road with a broken down vehicle.
However, the only downside to my assessment, from everything Ellory had already found, Collins didn’t have any enemies.
“Miceli...” Ellory peered into the bag with the trackers. “You have a problem on your hands.”
No shit. “Indeed. Without the cut line, I’d say she owned a vehicle from perhaps a used car lot where people could pay by the week or whatever.
” The devious practice of selling vehicles past their prime, while also monitoring where they went, made it easier to repo and do God knows what, enraged me.
I’d bet my company, if that was the scenario, Collins knew nothing about it. “Add in the oil line...”
Ellory blew out a breath and nodded. “I agree.” He pulled a new file from his jacket pocket. “This is the informal part of my investigation. Something about the Hollis murders isn’t sitting right with me, either. I’ve started digging.”
I sat back with a grunt. “Tragic what happened to them—Theo and Sylvia. Rumor has it he was stealing money from the families.” Or, at least, that’s what police were saying.
“I don’t buy it,” Ellory spat. “It’s something else.”
“Oh?”
“I also don’t think the kids are dead.” He shook his head. “The scene... A friend gave me the murder file and autopsy reports. I think Stephanie and Kyle are alive.”
I turned the information over in my mind.
I wasn’t particularly friendly with the Hollis family.
Sure, I’d met Theo a handful of times. Sylvia at parties.
All the families at the Table knew about each other’s families, and I knew he had a daughter and a son from the pictures in his office.
That was years ago. Over ten, I was sure. “Why are you telling me this?”
“My sources are getting jumpy.” He glanced over at my liquor cabinet.
“They’re saying the Hollis murder was a strategic hit, confirming the information police detectives willingly gave out in the beginning.
When I pressed one of my sources if it had to do with Theo Hollis stealing money, they stopped talking. ”
“Well, that makes sense.” I went to the cellarette to grab the half empty bottle of single malt scotch. “Do we know exactly who he’d been stealing from, if that’s the case?”
“Several of the Table it would appear. The Tripoli family for sure, Méndez, and the Tumino families.” Ellory accepted the drink from me.
“If the information is correct, it appears to be at least five million dollars over the last ten years, if not more. However, none of the families had a bad thing to say about him. Which got me thinking. What if the money laundering is a ruse?”
“This is why I enjoy keeping everything in house.” I made the statement more for myself than Ellory.
My money—my place at the Table—all came from the blood, sweat, and tears I’d readily shed for said families.
Allowing anyone into my business came at a price to me and my company. “Do they know who signed the contract?”
Ellory shook his head. “I believe you need to prepare yourself for the real possibility that Collins and her brother are actually Stephanie Hollis and Kyle Hollis.”
I frowned. Wouldn’t I have recognized her?
Yes, several years had passed since I’d last had any type of interaction with Theo.
We worked in the same circles. Went to the same events.
Didn’t mean we were friendly in any capacity of the term.
Two innocent children who had nothing to do with their father’s business.
“The police reported they too were murdered, even though they can’t find their remains. ”
Ellory frowned. “Look.” He pulled a single photo from the investigation file and placed it in front of me. “What do you see?”
It was a bedroom. The closet door had smeared crimson handprint where someone had either opened or closed it.
On the floor in said spaced was a pool of blood already drying but no body.
I glowered. The father and mother being left on display was a warning.
Perhaps they took the kids and disposed of them somewhere else so their family would have no closure?
No. I wasn’t thinking like a killer. I’d been thinking like a businessman.
I needed to be Il Malocchino —The Cursed.
I had to think like the man I used to be, who was feared by many.
Regaled by others.
If I’d been there, I wouldn’t have done the job in broad daylight.
I’d have waited until everyone was at home and night had fallen.
The new moon afforded me an extra bit of cover, so I’d plan the hit around the lunar cycle.
Pitch black alleys were even better on those nights where not even a single beam of light could penetrate the area.
However, that was neither here nor there.
Staring at the photo, I put myself in the killer’s point of view.
What made them decide to commit the murders in this manner?
Yes, stealing money from the Table was bad, especially if the person got caught, but this.
.. No, this assassination was personal for them, especially for whoever to do so in such a manner anyone could have, and most likely had, walked in on them.