Tony: Alvarez Security Series (28 page)

Annie and Suzanne talked about the new veterinary clinic Annie had opened just outside the city. Annie was the veterinarian and Suzanne was the vet tech.

“I need to make an appointment for Pippi,” Lily remembered, referring to her little dog.

“Just remind me before we leave today and I will put it on our automatic call list,” Annie said. “At least everyone loves Pippi. You should see it when I have to bring my own cats in. They’re horrible.”

Suzanne agreed, adding, “Annie’s cat, Rags, is especially naughty. He howls the entire time.”

Jennifer got off her cell phone, apologizing to the others. “Sorry, I had to take that call from Ross.” She was the guardian of her young brother. “He’s with Gabe’s parents for the weekend and had to tell me about the outing they had on the boat this morning.”

The conversation continued to flow and the women tried to include Vinny’s date when she came in, but she insisted on plastering herself to Vinny’s side. Rolling their eyes, the women finished up the preparations quickly.

As the men came in with the meat from the grill, they were just setting everything out. Picking up an art pad, Jennifer flipped though it admiring the drawings.

“Sherrie, where did you get this?” Jennifer asked. “These drawings are so lifelike.”

“They are amazing, aren’t they?” she replied. “My CASA case draws them and she gave the pad to me. I think those are drawings of her friends from school.”

Lily looked over Jennifer’s shoulder, admiring the pictures. “Wow, these are fabulous.”

The other women circled around as Jennifer flipped the pages over, each revealing another beautifully detailed face.

“It’s as though I’m looking right at their faces,” Annie exclaimed. “I have no artistic ability at all, so I’m always amazed when I see something like this.”

Matt walked by, kissing his wife’s neck as she closed the art pad, placing it back on the table. Suzanne laid it on the kitchen counter out of the way of the table.

Everyone filled their plates with an abundance of food that was brought. At times like this, Sherrie was still in awe of how her life had changed. For the better. Good food. Good times. Good friends. Glancing up at Tony’s profile as he sat with his legs touching hers, she could not help but think of the best change of all. A good man at her side.

*

“Is she going
to be a problem?” Quentin asked.

“No, no,” Hernando assured his boss. “I’ve got her under control.”

“Really? I don’t give a shit about details, just make sure you do.”

“No worries, boss. I’m not letting a piece of pussy ruin us.”

Quentin chuckled. “Speaking of pussy, I’ve got some news and need your help. You got a chance to really step into the big time here if you play your cards right.”

Hernando eagerly awaited, always on the lookout to impress the higher ups and make more money. Managing the grocery and laundries was fine, but he knew more money could be made as long as he played his cards right.

“Need new girls for the upper rooms in the clubs,” Quentin replied.

“New girls?”

“Yeah. We want ’em young. Got men that are wanting young.”

Hernando licked his lips, his mind already planning what would need to be done. “How young we talkin’?”

Quentin chuckled again. “Mostly teens. We got some customers that’ll take ’em younger, but most just want young pussy. You think you can accommodate? It’ll be worth your time. You do good on this and you got a good shot at being the manager of one of the clubs down on the river.”

The idea of being a strip club manager instead of spending his days in the grocery and his nights in the hot laundry made his mouth water. “I got this, don’t worry. I got a girl thats good at recruiting. She’ll do what I say ’cause I got her mother as bait.” Smiling to himself, he could see the money piling up. “Oh, yeah, I got this.”

“Good. I’ll be in touch. Just make sure your recruiter doesn’t make any mistakes. There’s been a shit ton of money we’ve missed out on ’cause we weren’t in the market. Those days are gone. I want those girls and I want that money.”

“You got it boss,” Hernando said, hanging up. Sitting back in his chair, he pondered how to get Betina to continue to recruit without knowing what she was recruiting for. Licking his lips again, he knew just how to convince her. Either she keeps recruiting…or she goes into the stable. Palming his dick, he wondered how tight her virgin pussy would be. He had not touched her since he had been living in Marcella’s home, but if she ended up in the stable? He would make sure to be one of her customers.

T
he winter sun
peeked through the blinds, sending shards of light toward the bed. Tony woke first, staring at the woman curled up into his side. Her long blonde hair, spread across the pillow, tempted his fingers to curl in their silky tresses. He shifted slightly, rolling more toward her while keeping her firmly in his embrace. Her face, angelic in sleep, was too much to resist and he moved his forefinger softly over her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered as she was pulled from her dreams, finally opening and settling on his gaze. Watching a smile spread across her face he felt his heart stumble.
How did I get so lucky?
Smiling back, he vowed to do whatever he could to keep her looking at him that way every morning.

Her hand, warm on his bicep, smoothed over the corded muscles as she moved it lower. Down his rigged abdomen. His eyes widened as her hand continued its path, ending as it encircled his already engorged cock.

“Hey, you,” she greeted, licking her lips as she began to move her hand up and down his hardness, rubbing the pre-cum around the head.

His voice, rough as broken glass replied, “Hey back,” before he pulled her over, latching his lips onto hers.
I’ll never get enough of her
, was the last conscious thought he had as he breathed her in, consuming her mouth.

Immediately awake she felt the onslaught of his lips right down to her core, as she felt his cock swell in her hand.

“Tony,” she pleaded, but anticipating both of their needs, he was already rolling on a condom before pulling her over. With her back tucked to his front, he slid his hands to her breasts, tweaking and tugging her nipples. The jolt shot straight to her pussy as it clenched in need.

His dick, with a mind of its own, moved straight toward her drenched entrance and he seated himself in one push.
Jesus, fuck,
he thought as her tight inner walls squeezed him.

“You okay, baby?” he groaned, knowing they had little foreplay.

“Go. Now!” she cried out, craving the friction that only he could provide.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, pumping in and out, faster and faster. Moving as a piston he held her tightly, loving the moans emanating from deep inside of her. While keeping one hand on her breast he slid the other hand down, giving her swollen clit a squeeze.

That was all it took for her to fly apart, calling out his name as her pussy walls squeezed him and he neared his climax. He felt his balls tighten just before roaring out his own release. Pouring himself into her waiting body, he tightened his grip on her breasts, only too late hoping he was not leaving bruises. Loosening his fingers, she reached up to clasp his hands, stilling them.

“Don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he growled into her ear.

“Mmmm, the only way you would hurt me now is if you let go,” she purred back, relaxed and sated. “What a way to wake up.”

Chuckling, he pulled out but kept her tucked in tightly, kissing her ear. She settled deep into his embrace, luxuriating in the warmth.

“How did I get so lucky?” she whispered.

He stilled, not sure he had heard her.
Lucky? Her?

She whispered again, “I wanted a hero. I waited for a hero. I knew the minute I looked into your eyes the first time you rescued me that I’d found a true man. One who also was a hero. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

He rolled her over to face him, brushing the hair from her eyes. “Oh, baby. I’m no hero. It took me so fuckin’ long to get my head outta my ass and go for you. I’m the lucky one that you didn’t give up on me a long time ago.”

Her blue eyes held his caramel ones as she smiled, reaching her hand up to the rough stubble on his jaw. “I’ll never give up on you, Tony. I love you. You’ll always be my hero,” she admitted, a tear sliding down her face.

Leaning down, he touched his lips to hers. A whisper of a kiss. But one with meaning. Heart. Soul. Forever.

*

Tony went into
work to watch the cameras for a couple of hours after one of his employees had a family emergency. Sherrie hated that he worked so hard, but since the company was his she knew he felt responsible for every aspect.

After cleaning the house, she settled onto the sofa and flipped through the TV channels. Finding nothing, she clicked it off tossing the remote onto the end table. Seeing Betina’s art pad lying next to it, she picked it up and began to flip through the pages again.

The faces on each page were so lifelike. Their expressions reached out to her as though she were sitting in front of the actual person instead of an impression on the page. Girls. Boys. Some adults. Some with smiles, sitting at school desks. Others with a strangely blank look on their faces. Some of the eyes seemed haunted.

Rubbing her hand on her forehead she stared, trying to have a subliminal message come through.
What was it she said?
“My life, my world is in these drawings. I need you to understand that.”
Your world? What did you want me to understand?

Feelings of frustration poured over her as the secret meaning was lost. Near the back of the art pad were drawings of places…the grocery, the laundry. Several of them were of the inside of the buildings depicting people at work. A few others were the outside, the details of her drawings overwhelming. She could see every brick on the outsides and every item on the insides.

Nothing. I’m getting nothing other than she is an incredibly talented artist. Maybe that was all she meant? Maybe she just meant that art is her world?

Giving in to the frustration, she heard Tony’s truck pulling back into the driveway so she tossed the art pad back to the end table.

*

Marcella left for
work, kissing Betina goodbye before walking out of the door. Betina hated when her mother went in early leaving her in the house alone with Hernando. Throwing her books into her backpack, she tried to hurry in an effort to avoid him.

No such luck.

“Betina, sit down,” he ordered walking into the kitchen. “We need to go over your new assignments.”

New assignments?
She did not like the sound of that, but his expression brooked no disobedience.
Fourteen more months and I’ll be eighteen years old. Graduated. Out of this house. Out of his life. If I live that long.

“Are you listening,” he growled, grabbing her upper arm, pushing her into a chair.

“Yes,” she replied, knowing she would have a bruise the next day.
What’s one more?

“Keep up with the kids at school, but I want you more in the field as well.”

“I…where?” she asked in confusion.