I guess I like it when people underestimate me. When I get to see the look in their face when realization dawns – it feels like a gift.
I turn to go, but before I do, I turn around and kick him in the chest. Hard. I then squat and put the tape back onto his mouth. Slapping it hard to make sure it sticks.
Then I drag my zipper down and take a piss, aiming it at him.
He curls into a ball and like the fucking turd he is, he sobs like a baby.
I leave, locking up.
When I get outside, the Rossi brothers are still here, so I approach their car. Tino rolls the driver’s side window down.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Figured we’d hang back for a bit in case you want us to get rid immediately.”
“No,” I say. “But thanks. This time, it’s gonna be a little slower.”
Tino smiles wide. “Can I ask? What he do?”
“He cheated in a game.”
“Yeah?” Tino asks, intrigued.
“Yeah. And that game caused the woman I love three years of pain and kept me from having her in my life.”
Nino grinds his teeth.
“Thanks for having my back, guys.”
“It’s what you pay us for,” Tino shrugs.
“Yeah, but I haven’t always had to pay,” I say.
The twins shrug in an identical manner before Tino speaks again.
“We’re friends. Friends take one another’s backs. Money isn’t always required between friends.”
“Happy to take your backs if you ever need it. You know that, right?”
“We do,” Nino confirms.
“What’d you do with Max Amos?” I ask.
Tino looks surprised. “You’re asking this now? Been a long time, Kill.”
“Wondering if the same will do for this one when I’m done,” I shrug.
“Got someone in the family that runs a funeral biz. Crematorium on site,” he says.
I nod. “Interesting.”
Yeah. Maybe when I’m done he’ll get put into that oven while he’s still alive. Who knows? I’ve got time to figure that out.
Like Nan tried to teach me, I’ll exhibit patience this time around and I’m thinking it’ll pay off.
“Interesting, too,” Nino says, “is the fact that we nabbed Iadanza for you from the same place we got Amos back in the day. Comin’ out of Sandra Iadanza’s apartment.”
I scoff. I never asked where Max had been hiding. Doesn’t surprise me that he was shacked up with Raymond’s mother. Wouldn’t surprise me if she knew what he did to my mother, too. Or at least suspected it.
I shake both of their hands and then get back into my car. They follow me back to Portland.
***
I climb into bed with Violet, who’s warm and smells like coconuts. I kiss her shoulder. She turns into me.
“Mm, hi,” she says sleepily.
I tangle my fingers into her hair.
“You just take a shower?” she asks. “You smell good.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Sorry to wake you up.”
“What time is it?”
“Around three.”
She snuggles in. “Late night.”
“Yeah,” I agree and my hand slides down her back. I pull her nightie up and cup her ass cheek. No panties.
She cocks her leg, giving me perfect access to slide my fingers between those cheeks until my fingertips skate through silky heat while I inhale at her throat.
Two strokes of my fingers and she’s wetter. Ready. Running her hand up my chest and purring for me.
She puts her fingertips to my jaw and caresses it sweetly before she turns me to my back and climbs up to straddle me.
I feed my cock into her tight heat as she lets out a sweet little whimper and squeezes around me, holding my shoulders.
Watching her ride me in the moonlight is a beautiful sight. Seeing the curve of her throat, the swell of her gorgeous tits. I soak in the sensation of her tight walls squeezing me. After hooking my fingers into the straps of her nightgown and dragging them down so that I can see her beautiful body, I use one hand on her hip and put the thumb of my other hand to her clit. I encourage her to ride me until she comes. The sound of her breathing, her little whimpers, the feel of her convulsing around me makes me follow directly afterwards.
I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face, holding her close and thinking about the fact that while I’m here with my cock coated in Violet, her beautiful hair on me, her hand hooked around my neck and the sounds of her breathing softly while she sleeps in my arms, Iadanza is in my cold, dark basement, lying in a puddle of his puke along with my piss and wondering what sort of hell will come to him tomorrow at my hands.
3
Violet
Las Vegas
Several Weeks Later
“So, when are you gonna show me that kinky side I’ve heard rumors about?” I inquire, poking my dangly earring through my lobe.
“Forget about the shit you heard, baby. Seriously. She was exaggerating. Chick was into one position and only when she absolutely felt like putting out would benefit her. She would’ve thought anything but missionary was kinky.”