Anarchy (19 page)

Emilio’s
hands were on her breasts
, touching
and
fondling
them.
In a husky voice he
warned
,
“
Jess
, this isn’t a game.
”

Her lips traveled up his throat to his cheek and
placed a
hand on his rock hard abs, “
I
’m not playing
.
I
love
you Emilio,
haven’t
you figure
d
it out
yet?
”

Emilio’
s eyes squeezed together and he sighed but refused to answer; this would only feed her false hope. However, Jessica was the type of young woman who knew what she wanted and persisted. The motions of her body, the contractions of her toned thighs, and the hands moving up his chest to his hair, were frustratingly enticing.
He pushed up within her depths
and her
hips
swiveled around him bringing such glorious friction he bent his knees to capture more
of it
.

“
Say you don’t love me…and I’ll walk away…I swear to you.” S
he whispered
in a sexy voice while gliding
across his body.

His mouth opened and her tongue entered. His eyes
slowly
closed as
she pushed it further
inside
, curving the pointy end to stroke
the interior walls of his mouth
. It
drove
Emilio to the brink of insanity.
He wondered
where
she learned to kill a man with such seduction. Ultimately, she would be
the reason for his
slaughter.

“
Ummm
,”
she cooed then reclined her torso in
ecstasy as he rotated to feel every part of her. She licked her lips rolling her pelvis
and
tightening
her
vaginal
muscles
.

Emilio’s heart constricted, he
loved
her, too but saying it would not change anything. Their relationship had to end before someone got hurt.

She
lea
ned backward, arms extended on the
side of his legs,
as she
rapidly ascend
ed
and descend
ed
a
long
his staff. He seized her buttocks
and held her still. He couldn’t promise her a fairytale ending
. H
e silently swore to
watch
out for her
–b
e there as
her
friend.
As for
the love thing,
Jess
had it
, months ago, but
he
would not confess.
Really great
sex
made people talk too much, then
later
issue a
retraction. He didn’t choose to have any
such issues
.

Words
of love
never escaped his mouth instead h
e
ejaculated
in a ferocious
tidal wave;
a wet, warm testament of
an unspoken
pledge –
a
nd she
suction
ed greedily
leaving him dry.

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

“I go for two weeks and look what happen, aye
-
ya
!” Anita fussed when Alfonzo entered the kitchen dressed
in business attire
and
looking forward to a hot
breakfast.

It was good having
Anita
back. He gave her a
hug;
rapidly spoke in Spanish about how much she was missed then asked how her family was doing.

“They
’re
fine,
they don’t need me as much as you and your wife.” She waved a spatula at him when he sat down at the
kitchen table, “
she
get skinny…you not feed her?”

Alfonzo smirked, “She eats.”

She clucked her tongue as she shoveled
eggs and spicy sausages onto a plate then placed it on the table. Alfonzo dug in. He smiled like a kid. Selange wasn’t a terrible cook, she
just wasn’t the best,
he’d never tell her
though
.

The doorbell rang and he glanced over
Anita’s shoulder at the security monitor on the wall chuckl
ing
. Of course, she’d come, who else would PD send?

He
asked
Anita to answer the door.

Detective Winoski and her partner followed the spry middle-age woman down the corridor. Detective Winoski didn’t miss the expensive furnishings
as she
walked the shiny parquet floor
pass the living room
and
dining room until they reached the large, stainless steel appliance filled kitchen.

Alfonzo sat there, sun streaming on his handsome
ly
masculine face, eating
his breakfast
without a care in the world. She took a seat opposite him at the small black marble table and made herself comfortable, “Hey good-looking.”

Alfonzo snickered, Detective Winoski reminded him of a pretty actress playing cop but she was the real deal.
Tight black pants and all.
“What’s up?”

Anita rolled her eyes, making unnecessary noise as she set about rinsing dirty dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.

Alfonzo eyed her male partner, a stern looking old school cop with a receding hairline and bushy mustache. He stood in the center of the kitchen, arms folded, discreetly checking out the place with his eyes.

“What happened to your other partner?” Alfonzo asked.

“He’s still around
, this here’s Detective
Higgins
.”

“
Um,” he murmured, “w
hat brings you by?”

Detective Winoski
asked her own question, “What happened to your face, get into a fight?”

Alfonzo took a gulp of coffee, “
I
t gets rough in the gym sometimes.
Ever spar before?
”

“Where were you Saturday night around two in the morning?”

His eyebrow
rose
, “Why?”

“We can do this here
or at the precinct.”

“In that case, hold on.” He dug in his pocket for his cell and called his attorney. “Morning
Martin
, I need you to meet
me at the
…” he looked over at Detective Winoski, “what precinct?”

“Twenty-third
, South
.”

“Twenty-third
, South
.”
He repeated then hung up. He rose from the table, “Let’s go, I have a hectic schedule today.”

Anita
frowned, such a shame the police hassled Alfonzo
.
Now, she’d have to break the news to Selange when she returned.
Aye!

The interrogation room of the bustling precinct needed a
remodeling and ventilation system
. ‘
Fucking ugly
place
st
a
nk
!
’
Alfonzo
thought
.
The steel
seat he occupied was hard
on his ass
–but to the detectives watching
closely from across a table
he was
the embodiment of
confidence.
Alfonzo smoothed his Armani pant leg then cocked his head toward the door when his attorney
walked in.

Martin entered the musty room
, wrinkled his nose and
took a seat beside his
client.
He asked A
l
fonzo, “Have you
answered any questions
?”

Alfonzo’s i
mpeccably white teeth showed, “N
o
,
but Detective
Winoski and
Higgins
love hearing
the
mselves
talk
. Maybe, talk radio can be a second career choice.”

Detective Winoski smiled, Alfonzo Diaz was smart. He refused to cooperate. The man knew his rights. He hadn’t said one word in the past
hour;
this was the first he’d spoken. They tried every police tactic; the Reid Technique, bluffing,
intimidation, empathy, you name it and got nothing. Alfonzo Diaz wasn’t talking!

She checked out the fabric on his attorney’s double breasted suit, top quality,
and identical
pricey
material as his client’s.
He was being paid a nice chunk of money, that’s for sure.

M
artin
Scheppe’
s
acquittal record was
impressive. As a criminal defense attorney the majority of his
clients
were rich, everything from corporate executives
,
celebrities
and
several
organized crime figures thrown in the mix.
On the three occasions his
clients
were convicted, their sentences were light. Laughable, in fact for the severity of the crimes –but in his
thirty year career
, the
majorities were
acquitt
als
or dismiss
als
. 
Winoski wasn’t a fool, nobody’s that good
. He had
powerful
connections
!