Roman and Julian are going home and Luka is going back to Jude’s and making a romantic meal for him and Abby who plan to hang at Jude’s with the kitties until we’re back tomorrow.
43
Jude
Monday
The sun is up, but it’s early.
I wake up with Ally’s neon blue-haired head on my chest, Georgie sleeping on the blankets over my calves, and Ralphie sleeping on the pillow beside my head. His foot is in my ear and he’s snoring.
It feels like something isn’t right.
I carefully extract the girls and get out of the bed. I check my phone. No alarm alerts. I look out the window. All looks quiet.
I go take a leak and decide I’d might as well get up and get into my day. A lot of shit is happening back east, so there might be updates by now with them being three hours later into their day.
I head downstairs and put on the coffee. A few minutes later, both cats have joined me, looking for breakfast.
Ally turned her alarm off, we got in late last night, so she told her boss she was going to work from here today, sleep in a little.
It was a busy weekend.
She and I got the contents of her safety deposit boxes and handed them over to the authorities without incident. She also gave a more complete statement with details about what she’d spent of the money in that stash, still refusing to give information over about the Daystroms.
We stayed in a hotel Saturday night, but with all the running around, passed out for a few hours after scarfing down some burgers and then headed to the airport for our flight back to San Diego early in the morning.
When this shit is over, I’m taking her on a surprise vacation where she can live in a bikini for two weeks and worry about nothing.
I love this girl. I don’t give a fuck we’ve only been a thing for a little while; she’s mine and that’s not changing.
***
My phone rings.
Austin Carmichael calling.
“Austin,” I greet. “What’s good?”
“Hey, man,” he replies, “Not much. How’s things?”
I say, “Interesting.”
“Really?”
“Really. But I can’t talk about it at the moment since I’m over here hunting.”
“Hunting?” he asks.
“Yeah, hunting a blue-haired vixen.” I say it loudly and hear her giggling. Now I know where she is.
“Blue-eyed?” Austin checks.
“Yep. That, too. Blue haired and blue-eyed. Color of the week, evidently. You need something?”
“I wanted to see if you could track someone down for me.”
“Text the details.”
“You sure? You’re busy and I want the details fast.”
“I’ll have some dead time comin’ up soon,” I tell him. “Before I start a surveillance gig tonight. If you can wait three or four hours, send me the details. I’ll see what I can do. If you need it now, you’re on your own.”
“All right man. A couple hours works. Happy hunting.”
“Oh yeah, there’s gonna be a happy ending.” I hang up, spotting my prey.
I’d just gotten back home a few minutes ago after a couple hours spent meeting with a new client, but I couldn’t find her. I went up to the roof and when I found it empty, my gut churned. I phoned her.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at your place, why?”
“Because I’m here and I can’t find you.”
She laughed. “Hunt me down, Dick.” Then she hung up and Austin called directly after.
The search is over far too soon. I find her in my laundry room and she’s painted one wall in pink daisies.
I lean against the door frame. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she replies.
“It looks… feminine.”
She giggles. “You told me to do what I wanted in here.”
“And you just told me to hunt you down and you’ve woken the predator in me, so I suggest you let me chase you or something.”
Her eyes light up. She’s wearing a tank top and short shorts, no bra. She’s got pink paint on her shoulder and on her fingers, her hair up in a bun, but she’s also got a spark in her eyes, like she likes this idea.
“Predator, huh? I like that. Do I at least get a head start?”
“Do I get head when I catch you?”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “We’ll have to see about that…” She squeezes by me and then she takes off running up the stairs. I give her to the count of five and then I run after her.
I find her hiding in the gazebo behind the drapes on the rooftop. She’s giggling when I pull her out of them. Lifting her by her hips, I lay her out on the table, shutting the netted drapes for a little bit of privacy, not that anyone can see us up here. I feast on her tits and her pussy and then I fuck her hard and fast on the table before we shower and that’s where I get head from her.