Jimmy's Game (Ruthless) (19 page)

Slowly regaining her senses her breathing calmed. Still kissing her as he moved back up her body, her stomach, her breasts and finally her mouth, she could taste herself as he probed her mouth with his tongue. Moving her hand down to guide him into her, slowly at first then faster, wrapping her legs around him; pushing him deeper into her, raising her body up to his in perfect unison, they were moving together as one
. A final thrust, he was coming. Crying out, “God Maria!”  Her legs still wrapped round him she held him close as his body gave a final thrust before he gently collapsed onto her. Moments later he was looking down at her. Gently stroking her face he said, “Are you ok babe?” Staring into his eyes she burst into tears. Concerned he said, “Hey what’s up, did I hurt you?” “No it was wonderful. I don’t know why I’m crying, but it’s not because I’m unhappy, I’ve never been so happy. Thank you Jimmy, I love you.” They kissed and cuddled for a while before they slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning she was cooking breakfast whilst he read through her notebook. “Shit, I haven’t turned my phone on,” he said quickly picking it up. “Fuck it, two missed calls, both from Mickey.” Immediately he rang his number, “Alright mate, sorry I missed your calls, what’s up?” “Nothings up Jimmy, I was only ringing to say I’ll be round at lunchtime. I’ve got a few things to do first.” “Great, see you then.”

Having heard that Mickey would be coming round she smiled and said, “Good, we can eat breakfast and take a shower together before he gets here.” Shaking his head and grinning he replied, “I’m not sure babe, if I keep letting you seduce me in the bathroom I could end up looking like a wrinkled prune!” Laughing she replied, “Who said anything about sex? I simply offered to share a shower with you.” “Oh well, if you’re not going to have your wicked way with me I may have to decline your offer.” Pinching his arm she replied, “Just eat your breakfast stud!”

Waiting for Mickey to arrive she said, “Is Gladys coming over?” “Not today babe; why did you want something?” “Just a few bits from the supermarket that’s all.” “No problem, write a list and I’ll get one of the girls down the club to get it, Mickey can call in for it on his way here.” “Are you sure he won’t mind?” “Course not, he’ll probably be here to eat it anyway; you wri
te your list while I bell him.” A few seconds later he was talking on the phone, “Hi Mickey sorry I know you’re busy, but can you do us a favour on your way round?” “I’ll try, what is it?” “Can you stop at the club and pick up some shopping for Maria if I get one of the girls to get it?” “Tell Delia it will be my pleasure, as long as you invite me for dinner.” “You’re on mate, cheers.”

After ending that call, he immediately rang the club. The phone rang for several minutes before someone answered. Recognising Kevin’s voice straight away he said, “Alright Kev, its Jimmy, is Lucy about?” “Yeah she’s filling up the machines in the ladies loos.” “Give her a shout for me mate.”
A few minutes later Lucy’s voice said, “Hello Jimmy.” “Alright babe, can you do me a favour?” “Of course, no problem what is it.” “I just need a few bits from the supermarket for dinner.” “Ok just let me grab a pen.” After reading her the list he said, “Take the money out of petty cash, Mickey will call into the club to pick it up a bit later.” “No problem Jimmy I’ll go now, I didn’t know you could cook!” Laughing he said, “I can’t! Thanks Lucy, catch you later babe.”

Maria was staring at him as he put the phone down. “What?” he asked. “I just think it’s strange that’s all.” “What is?” “That you have never settled down, women like you; you’re handsome, sexy, kind, oh and rich, so why hasn’t someone snapped you up?” “Maybe I just hadn’t met the right one, my first marriage was a fucking disaster, to say it put me off would be a fucking understatement.” “What was she like, your wife?” “Bossy fucking cow; Jimmy do this, Jimmy do that, she got right on my fucking nerves, although I was no angel back then, I was never home. We were both too young, I wanted kids she didn’t, fucking unusual I know, but she was a career girl, anyway, we fought all the time; it just didn’t work out. After the divorce she remarried, end of story.” Looking lovingly at him she said, “I would like children one day, maybe four.” “Yeah, four sounds like a good number.” “I know I’ve only been here a little while and you think I love you because you’ve been kind to me, but you’re wrong. I don’t expect you to love me; it doesn’t matter.” Taking on a serious expression he said, “It’s a strange word love; people say it all too easily. Not me,
when I say it I’ll mean it, so it does matter.” He could tell that she felt slightly humbled by his words, but he had meant what he’d said.

An hour later they were still talking about love, marriage and children, when the front door opened. “Delivery boy,” called Mickey. “Hello, thanks for getting the shopping,” said Maria. “No problem babe, but I hope the delivery boy gets a cup of tea?” “Absolutely, I’ll put the kettle on.”

The first thing the two men talked about was Charlie. Jimmy wasn’t surprised when Mickey said, “I managed to get her on a flight to America; she’s going to stay with my sister Fay, just until things blow over with Nick.” “I’d like to blow his fucking head off, still I’m glad Charlie’s safe.” “Yeah she’s arrived ok, I’ve spoken to her this morning, but she was tired, probably suffering the effects of jet-lag.” “If I know her she won’t mind a few days off school and a holiday in the states.” “No you’re right she couldn’t wait to get on the plane. So where’s this notebook then?” Jimmy passed him Maria’s notepad. Browsing through it he said, “Interesting reading, I notice the name Quinton keeps appearing; could that be our old friend Quinton Randal-Scott?” “My very thought, not exactly a common name is it?” “Perhaps I should have a little chat with the Right Honourable Quinton Randal-Scott? Personally I can’t stand the creepy old bastard!” “I don’t know him, but I think all judges are creepy bastards!” They laughed. Jimmy continued, “Any news on the safety deposit box?” “Actually I have an appointment this very afternoon with my old friend Raymond Murray, aka the bank manager. There was a number engraved on the key, I’m hoping it’s the deposit box number.” Maria interrupted and said, “What would you two like for lunch?” “Anything babe, I’m not fussy,” said Jimmy. “Same with me babe, anything will be just fine.” Waiting until she was out of earshot, Mickey quietly said, “How are things going with her?” He grinned when his friend replied with a smirk, “Great as it happens, she’s certainly brought out the best in me. Just one thing bothers me though.” “What’s that mate?” “She says she’s in love with me.” “Nothing wrong with that, Monica says it all the time.” “I know Mick, it’s just after what she’s been through I can’t help but doubt her.” “That’s only natural Jimmy, you’re bound to be a bit wary; just play it by ear.” “Only one problem, I haven’t told her but I feel the same way about her. I can’t get enough of her, I can’t imagine being without her now.” “Fuck me Jimmy, you have got it bad and there was me thinking I was the soft romantic one! Still it’s about time, it’s a bit ironic really; the one girl you fall in love with comes with a fucking government health warning!” The two friends were still laughing when she called from the kitchen, “Lunch is ready.”

They chatted as they ate. “How’s Monica?” asked Jimmy with a grin. “Yeah fine thanks, she sends her regards.” “Oh she’s still got the strength to speak then?” said Jimmy sarcastically. Looking a trifle embarrassed in front of Maria and knowing exactly what his friend was implying, jokingly Mickey replied, “Oh yes she still has the power of speech, I’m just not sure if she’ll be able to sit down without the aid of a cushion for a few days!” They couldn’t contain their laughter, even Maria.

Complimenting her on the lunch, Mickey said, “If things had been different you would have made a great cook Maria.” “I love cooking, I’ve always dreamed about having my own restaurant, not that I ever thought it would happen, but it was a lovely dream.” “Never give up on your dreams babe; that’s our motto isn’t it Jimmy? We never thought we would own clubs and restaurants, but we do.” “I can’t see it happening for me, but I hope you’re right.” Glancing at his watch he said, “I’ll have to leave now for my appointment at the bank.” “Good luck, how long do you think you’ll be?” asked Jimmy. “Not sure, but I don’t think it will be longer than an hour. I’ll see you soon.” A few minutes later he’d left.

“What do you think he’ll find?” asked Maria. “No idea babe, but whatever it is, Maurice was prepared to die for it.” “Is there anything you want me to do now?” “No, why do you ask?” “Would you mind if I went to lay down for a while; I feel so tired?” “It’s all that shagging, it’s worn you out babe. You should try and get a couple of hour’s kip, because we’ll be doing it all again tonight!” Despite her obvious happiness she looked sad as she replied, “That’ll be wonderful.” Sensing that she wanted to add something and not being someone who beats around the bush, he said, “Don’t look so worried, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” Too embarrassed to look at him, she hung her head slightly and replied, “I really enjoyed it, but that thing you did, you don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to.” Frowning from curiosity he said, “You mean oral sex?” Blushing profoundly she nodded her head. “If you didn’t enjoy it babe, we don’t have to do it.” “Oh no it was wonderful, I’ve watched Nick do it to other women, but it was the first time for me.” “Good then that’s sorted, I’m glad you enjoyed it because I’m one of those blokes who likes doing it.” Still she stood there; obviously there
was something else on her mind. Pulling her to him, he said, “Is there something bothering you babe?” Snuggling her head into his chest she replied, “Do you think I’m stupid?”  Kissing her neck he said, “Of course not and you don’t need to be embarrassed because you’ve not done something, like I said before, with the right person it can be wonderful; I just want you to enjoy it.” Then he joked and said, “If the way you were screaming was anything to go by, I would say you did!” Now totally embarrassed she replied, “That was also the first time for me. I’d never had one before and then when it happened again when you made love to me I still wasn’t sure what it was. Now you know how stupid I am. Some of the girls at the convent used to say about things happening if you had sex, but we didn’t really know what it was.” Lifting her chin with his hand, he kissed her then said, “Well you’ll be having lots of them from now on, actually I’m feeling quite horny with all this talk. I might just have to come to bed with you now, or maybe we’ll just do it here?” Pulling her closer, he kissed and fondled her, within minutes they were almost naked, but she felt uneasy knowing that Mickey could walk in on them at any given moment. Jimmy could sense that she was nervous, especially when she said, “What about Mickey, he didn’t think he would be very long?” Standing up and holding out his hand to help her up, he grinned and said, “We best get to bed then!” They made love for over an hour. Afterwards she fell asleep snuggled up to his chest. Carefully he moved off the bed without waking her, leaving her sound asleep after their afternoon lovemaking, quietly he returned to the lounge.

Mickey was gone for nearly two hours; Jimmy was beginning to worry when he heard the front door lock turn. Moments later Mickey appeared in the lounge.
“Fuck me mate where have you been? I was getting worried, thought you’d been mugged or something.” “Patience Jimmy, patience, these things take time, I had to convince Raymond that what I was doing was legal.” “And was it?” “Course not, but everyone trusts a solicitor!” “Dishonest bunch of bastards, present company excluded of course!” They both laughed.

Mickey placed a small box on the coffee table and said, “Let’s see what Maurice thought was so important.” “Haven’t you looked then?” “Didn’t want to risk it, Ray was hanging around.” When Mickey removed the lid; they could see a large stack of photographs, all of young boys and girls being sexually abused by men. Looking through them they found a photo of Nick standing astride a young girl urinating on her. Several more photos were of the QC Quinton Randal-Scott, sexually abusing young boys. Mickey recognised several familiar faces from the legal world.
Also in the box were handwritten receipts to Father O’Brien and Uri Karpov. However, the most interesting deposits were four DVDs, Jimmy loaded one into the DVD player; the images that came up on the screen were sickening. The first one was of the QC Quinton abusing a young boy. The boy was obviously begging for mercy, despite not speaking English possibly Russian. The QC was dressed only in his robe and his judge’s wig as he abused him, whipping the terrified boy with a riding crop before buggering him.

They didn’t hear Maria come into the room, until she said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep that long. Shall I make some tea?” Then she glanced at the TV and a look of sheer horror appeared on her face. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, “That’s horrendous!” They could both see she was trying hard
not to cry. “Perhaps you had better go and make the tea babe,” said Jimmy” She nodded. The next recording on the disc was of Nick and two other men. A young girl was being subjected to vile sexual acts by them; her hands were tied behind her back as they repeatedly raped and beat her while they drank vodka and snorted coke. They watched two more recordings, both of different men abusing young boys and girls. They had just started another recording, when Maria came back in with the tea. Fumbling with the remote, Jimmy pressed the stop button, but it was too late, she had recognised the young girl on the screen; it was her friend Melanie. With the colour draining from her face and tears streaming down her cheeks she said, “Leave it on Jimmy, I want to know what happened to her, its Melanie.” “Are you sure babe, there’s some pretty sick stuff on these,” said Mickey. “Yes I’m sure, she was my best friend.” Jimmy pressed play as she sat on the arm of his chair, gripping tightly to his hand. Nick was beating Melanie and shouting at her that she was not a virgin, but a dirty worthless whore. Her beautiful blue eyes were swollen and bruised, around her neck; she wore a leather studded collar attached to a leash which Nick was holding in his hand.  As the camera panned around the room, another man was sitting in a chair. Nick dragged the screaming girl across the room by the leash and then he ordered her to get on her knees and suck the other man’s cock. Terrified she did as he ordered. Nick stood above her, pushing her head down harder, she was gagging and choking as he talked to his perverted accomplice. They clearly heard him say, “What do you think Uri, she’s no fucking virgin, no fucking innocent Catholic girl!” The man replied, “She’s just another cheap whore,” was the Russian Uri Karpov. When they had finished they dragged her to a bed and tied her to it, then took turns raping and beating her again, stopping only to snort coke and drink vodka. Nick beat her whilst sitting astride her and ordering her to call him sir. She was too weak to resist as he pushed a pillow onto her face, when he finally removed it, she was dead. The two men laughed as Nick said “she’s just another fucking whore who won’t be missed.” Maria rushed into the bathroom and vomited. Jimmy stood outside the bathroom door; he could hear her sobbing.