Chapter 19 #2
“Yes, I love that,” she says.
I gently bite at her nipples before swallowing her breasts in my mouth one at a time. Unable to help myself, I grab her ass and roughly pull her to go faster.
She pants loudly and then screams as her cum finally drenches my cock. I follow behind moments later.
“Good little wife.”
She pants as she comes down from her high.
“What do you do to me?” she whispers.
“Hopefully everything.”
She laughs lightly before pulling away and getting redressed. I wipe up and pull up my pants and boxers.
Cara snuggles into my side on the bench once she’s fully dressed. Only a few minutes pass as we watch the house when one of the SUV doors swings open. A guard gets out, followed by Taby.
She looks around the driveway and glances toward our house. The guard takes notice of it, too, and I watch as they talk to one another while looking in our direction. Thankfully, we know how to stay hidden while still watching through this window.
“What do you think she said?” Cara asks.
“I think we’re going to be getting that visit.”
“I’m going to start preparations.”
“For what?”
“The worst case.”
Cara stalks off, and I watch as she begins checking the locations of our hidden weapons throughout the house.
I keep a lookout for any sign of what’s to come next.
“Cara,” I shout.
“What is it?”
“Fred.”
Cara scurries toward the front of the house again.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“His body.”
Cara spots two guards carrying a black bag that no doubt has Fred’s body inside. It goes by in a flash as they quickly throw the bag in the back of the SUV. Other guards are standing around, keeping watch.
It’s no wonder so many people who work for the organization live in this neighborhood. Truthfully, it all makes sense watching this.
How many neighborhoods can you casually walk out with a giant black bag and someone not take notice? There are so many players living here, and the others know not to cross Taby or Cordelia.
“We’re next.”
“She isn’t going to kill us,” I say.
“No, I mean. Someone has to come here next.”
“I know.”
Cara and I watch as the SUVs peel out of Fred’s driveway and ride off into the distance.
“Do you think someone will come later tonight?” she asks.
“I’m not sure.”
“I’ll heat up something for dinner,” Cara offers.
I feel tense, knowing that this isn’t the end for Cara and me regarding what happened with Fred. I thought one of the guards would be sent over, but none of them stayed.
Cara starts pulling food out of the fridge as I watch on from inside the living room.
“I’ll be in soon to help,” I say.
“I’ve got it,” she shouts back.
This is all too simple. There’s no way that Taby actually trusts Cara and me this much to have no feedback after her visit to Fred’s house.
A loud bang sounds at the door.
I’m so close to it that, somehow, it startles me.
“I’ll get it,” I shout.
Cara quickly appears in between the kitchen and living room doorway.
“I’ll be armed in the kitchen,” she says more seriously.
I give her a curt nod.
Looking through the door peephole first, I see it’s Brad. I can’t let loose, not knowing what he’s doing here.
“Hey,” I say as I open it.
An exhausted-looking Brad stares at me blankly.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Can I come in?”
His hands are inside his front jeans pockets, and he’s wearing an oversized brown coat.
“Can I take your jacket?”
“No, I won’t be long.”
We take a few steps forward.
“Want to sit?”
“Sure.”
Brad and I take opposing seats in the living room. One of his legs shakes nervously as he keeps his hands in his pockets and looks around.
“Why did you do it?” he finally asks.
“Do what?”
Brad’s face snaps over to mine.
“Fred. Why were you really in his house? How did you know about the cameras? Don’t fucking lie to me,” he says.
“I didn’t trust Fred, and it looks like I was right.”
Brad takes it in.
“What are you doing here, Brad? Did Taby send you?”
Brad laughs in disbelief.
“You know, I warned you. I warned you that this wasn’t the place for you and Cara.”
“What are you doing here?” I repeat.
Brad pauses, and a more serious look appears.
“Taby didn’t send me. The Marlin did.”
I swallow thickly.
“The Marlin.”
“Yeah. You’ve caught the eye of the Marlin. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“What does the Marlin want from me?”
“Here,” he says while taking out a piece of scrap paper.
I take it and open it. Scribbled on the paper are the details that Cara and I had found in Fred’s office for the meetup.
“What’s this?”
“Meetup of the minds, my friend. It’s happening.”
“Everyone working for the Marlin?”
“That’s right. It’s going to be a mess.”
I study Brad.
“Why do you say that?”
“Taby’s crew aren’t the only ones coming. She’s just been the most helpful to the Marlin. That’s why everything has been happening here. The leaders in Chicago and New York failed.”
“Failed,” I repeat.
“That’s right, and Taby stepped up. You have no idea how big this is. Be ready.”
“What do I need to do to prepare?”
Brad lets out a tired laugh.
“Think of how you and the wife will not die when you come.”
“The Marlin wants Cara there too?”
“It’s one big happy family,” he says sarcastically.
“Okay. We’ll be there.”
Brad turns around, walks out the door, and heads down my driveway without another word. He waves his hand briefly near his head as a goodbye.
As soon as I shut the door, I feel Cara walking toward me. I hand over the paper for her to read.
“We did it,” she says happily.
“We did.”
“Time to notify Dodger.” She groans.
“You know he likes it when we call him the director, like we’re in a movie,” I say with a laugh.
Cara and I head into the kitchen, where her cell phone is lying on the island.
“I don’t know what happened to him,” she comments.
“What do you mean?”
“We have a history together. I thought you knew that.”
I sigh.
“Another time.”
Cara dials his office, and once again, his assistant puts us on hold.
“Collins? What do you have for me?”
“That’s right. Sinclair is here too.”
“Talk,” Dodger says.
“We have the Marlin. Date, time, and place where the meetup is happening, officially. It matches what we found in Fred Jones’s house.”
“Excellent. Do you need a team?”
“Yes, I think that would be best,” she says.
“Sinclair, do you agree?” Dodger asks.
Cara looks over at me, waiting.
“Agree. From the sounds of it, there’s going to be a lot of players we want. I know the Marlin is the main target, but we can get a lot of the mafia kingpins as well. It’ll be huge.”
“Send over the details, and we’ll be there.”