Under His Protection

I took another step forward, crouched down and drove my fist into the man’s face, knocking him out in an instant. His head smashed back against the ground, bouncing against the concrete.

I wasn’t sure if he’d ever wake up.

I look to the left, and saw Jessica sitting on top of the other bodyguard, whaling on him as he grabbed his crotch, still in agony. A smile of pride stretched across my face. She had him well in hand.

“Fuck you,” she yelled angrily – but completely justifiably. “You won’t touch me now, will you!”

I could do what I needed to do: concentrate on Don Lorenzo.

With one bodyguard unconscious, and the other out of action – the Don just looked at me nervously, fingers scrabbling to loosen the noose around his neck. His eyes begged for forgiveness.

Forgiveness I wasn’t in a mind to give.

I grab the leather noose, pulling it tight, until his eyes bulged from the lack of oxygen. This was the second time the fat Mafia boss had struggled for air tonight.

But it was going to be the last.

I held the noose tight, until the evil, twisted man’s body stopped struggling. And he fell silent for good.

“Come on,” I said, yanking Jessica by the arm. “We’ve got to go!”

12

Jessica

Holly Hart

“Come back to bed,” Jason mumbled, his low voice like a rippling, roiling, rolling wave of thunder. The sound tickled my ears, delighting me.

I shot him a grin. “Aren’t you tired out already?”

“I’m a Goddamn Navy SEAL,” he said, lifting his head from the pillow. “If BUD/s didn’t tie me out, two rounds in the sack with you – Jessica – sure as hell isn’t going to…”

“Are you pouting at me?” I grinned. “I swear, I’ve never met a guy anything like you, Jason.”

“And you never will,” he grumbled. “Because you’re mine now. Forever.”

“Aw,” I shot back. “How sweet.”

“What the hell are you doing over there anyway?” Jason growled, suggestively pulling the sheet of his body to reveal his enormous – if flaccid – cock. “Wouldn’t you rather go for around three?”

“It would be around four, actually,” I fired back. “Or don’t you remember the thing I did with my tongue and your –”

Jason groaned. “How could I forget? Get that fine ass of yours back over here, and you’ll see what I can do with mine…”

I made a face. “Your ass? Jason, I’m a fine upstanding young –”

Jason’s eyes narrowed, shooting me a look that fills me with desire. I clenched my legs together. “You’ll be upstanding, all right. All night long. But I’m not talking about my ass. I’m talking about my tongue. But you didn’t answer me. What are you doing over there? Playing some kind of videogame?”

“All right dad,” I joked, sticking out my tongue. “When was the last time you turned on a laptop? 1999?”

He just shot me a look in response. A look that said he didn’t want to talk about technology, but instead wanted to rip my silk pajamas off my body with his teeth.

And I was in half a mind to let him…

“I’m checking out the news,” I replied. “I wanted to know what happened to…”

I fell silent. I didn’t want to say Don Lorenzo’s name – I didn’t even like hearing it in the peace and quiet of my