Mick Sinatra 3: His Lady, His Children, and Sal (12 page)

Roz leaned back in the chair behind her desk and
phoned Mick’s office.
 
She had wanted to
phone him all day today, to see how he was doing, but she knew how much he
hated when she babied him.
 
Or, at least,
that was how he would view it.
 
So she
kept her distance and let him deal with Adrian’s betrayal in his own way.
 
But she couldn’t get him off of her mind, and
how distressed he looked when she arrived home last night.
 
This morning he looked much better, but Mick
knew how to wear the mask.

She phoned his office.
 
The call was dispatched to his executive
assistant.
 
“Hey, Blair, how you doing?”

“I’m doing well, Mrs. Sinatra.
 
How are you?”

“I’m good.”

“I’m afraid Mr. Sinatra has gone for the day.”

“Really?
 
Did
he say where he was going?”

“He said he was going home,” Blair said.

Roz looked at the Rolex on her wrist.
 
It was only five thirty.
 
She couldn’t recall a time when Mick went
home from work that early.
 
“Okay, Blair,
thanks,” she said, and hung up the phone.

She got up, stuffed papers into her briefcase,
grabbed her purse along with it, and left for the day too.

But when she got outside, and began heading to her
Brentley, parked in front of the entrance, she was stunned when she looked
across the parking lot and saw Hamilton Sturgess, of all people, leaned against
his Mercedes.
 
Smoking a cigarette.
 
Was he stalking her now?
 
Was he that stupid?

She angrily tossed her briefcase and purse into her
car and made her way toward him.
 
When he
saw her coming, he had the nerve, she thought, to slap on a smile.
 
He straightened his tie, dropped his
cigarette, and smashed it underfoot.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Roz angrily asked
him as she approached.

“What do you mean?” Hamilton responded, his hands
outstretched as if he didn’t have a clue.

“Don’t fuck with me, Hamp,” Roz made clear.
 
“I am not the one.”

“Roz, settle down, okay?
 
I just wanted to talk to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.
 
My husband told you how it’s going to be, and
that isn’t going to change.
 
So you need to
get from around my business and go on with your life.
 
Because that divide and conquer shit you’re
trying now, is not going to work.
 
Goodbye, Hamp.”

Roz turned to leave, upset that he didn’t get the
message yesterday.
 
But Hamilton, seeing
his last chance slip away, quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, to beg her
if he had to.

As soon as he grabbed her, and before he could
completely turn Roz around, an army of men, some eight strong, four coming from
one direction, and four from another, surrounded them.
 
Roz and Hamilton both were astonished.

“Are you alright, Mrs. Sinatra?” one of the men
asked her.

“What in the world?” Roz asked him.
 
“Who are you?”

“We work for your husband, ma’am.
 
We’re here on his orders, ma’am.
 
Guard duty.”

Adrian was still at large and Roz knew what Mick was
thinking.
 
If Adrian could put a gun to
his own father’s head, surely he could put one to his stepmother’s head
too.
 
She nodded.
 
“Okay,” she said. She understood.

But Hamilton didn’t.
 
He knew Sinatra had control over Roz, but he had no idea Sinatra was
having her followed, and followed by these many goons.
 
It was at that moment, more than any time
before, did Hamilton realize just how out of his league he was.
 
Roz was apparently cherished by the
gangster.
 
He was apparently willing to
protect her at all costs.
 
And Hamp
thought he could charm her away from a man willing to go to these lengths for
her?
 
He realized just how much he was
wasting his time.

He turned to get into his car, but two of Mick’s
“goons” grabbed hold of his arms.
 
“What
are you doing?” Hamilton asked nervously.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” Mick’s lead “goon”
asked.
 
“Is this guy giving you any
trouble?”

Roz looked at Hamilton.
 
She used to really respect him.
 
But now, after he wouldn’t take no for an answer
and had the nerve to stakeout her place of business, she didn’t even pity
him.
  
“Are you giving me any trouble,
Hamp?” she asked.

Hamilton quickly shook his head.
 
“You know I’m not.
 
I swear, Roz.
 
You’re never see my face again.
 
Never!
 
Just call off the dogs.”

Roz could tell that Mick’s men took exception to
being equated with dogs, but she wasn’t interested in unnecessary
violence.
 
“Let him go,” she said to the
men holding him.
 
They removed their
grasp.
 
Then Roz gave Hamilton a hard
look.
 
“Get out of Dodge, Hamp, before
the bullets start flying.”

Hamilton stared at Roz.
 
What kind of person had that gangster turned
her into?
 
He used to have her wrapped
around his finger.
 
She was always tough,
but she was also the type, that if you showed her enough affection, could be
bought too.
 
Her weakness were good
looking men like him who knew how to put it on her ass.
 
But Sinatra was apparently putting it on her
too.
 
He had apparently strengthened her
where she was weak.

“I’m out,” Hamilton said, got in his car, and gladly
drove away.

Roz looked at the army of men surrounding her, and
she couldn’t help but shake her head.
 
This many?
 
Really?
 
This was ridiculous!
 
But as she made her way back to her car, and
they made their way back to their cars, she felt some kind of happy about
it.
 
Mick had her back unlike any other
man ever could or would.
 
She felt more
certain of it with each passing day.
 
And
that made her all the more determined, as she got in her car and took off too,
to get to him and show him just how much she had his back.
 
She made a phone call, as she made her way to
him.

But when she entered their home, and made her way
upstairs to their bedroom, what she saw stopped her in her tracks.
 
There was Mick, the strongest man she knew,
lying in bed this time of day as if it was the most natural thing in the
world.
 
When, for him, it wasn’t natural
at all.
 
He was even under the covers,
although his muscular bare chest and muscular arms were on top of the
bedding.
 
But it was a strange sight for
Roz to behold.
 
And seeing him this way,
torn up, not by all of the danger he faced almost on a daily basis, but by the
fact that his oldest boy hated him enough to want to kill him.
 
Roz folded her arms and leaned against the
doorjamb.
 
His pain was heartbreaking to
her.

Mick felt her presence before he saw her.
 
And when he finally looked over to prove that
his instincts were right, he felt better just seeing her face again.
 
He was glad that she had come.
 
“You’re home early,” he said.

“So are you,” she responded.
 
Then she considered him.
 
“Why?” she asked.

They both knew why, but he also understood why she
asked it.
 
She needed to know if he would
verbalize the real reason.
 
He
couldn’t.
 
At least not directly.
  
“Sometimes your lifestyle,” he said, “where
you’re always on the go, catches up with your body.”
 
Then he hesitated before continuing.
 
“It caught up with mine,” he added.

Roz knew what he meant.
 
She pushed from the doorjamb and made her way
to the side of their bed.
 
She looked
down at him.
 
He looked up at her.
 
“They haven’t found him yet?”

Mick shook his head.
 
“No.”

Roz sat on the edge of the bed beside her
husband.
 
She placed her hand on his
thick chest.
 
Roz could feel his heavy
heartbeat.
 
She could feel his heavy
heart.
 
And she knew, right then and
there, that words were not going to comfort him.
 
Her presence would.
 
The fact that she was there would help.
 
But Mick was not the kind of man who wanted
to hear that everything was going to be alright.
 
Because he knew it wasn’t.

Roz moved her hand down his chest, along the ridges
of his hard stomach, and moved beneath the sheets to his resting member.
 
When she touched it, she could see a
different expression on Mick’s face.
 
An
expression that let her know she had just hit the nail on the head.
 
He didn’t need words.
 
He needed
that
.

Roz leaned down, and kissed him on his lips.
 
Mick put his arms around her and took over
the kiss. Roz’s hand cupped his balls as his kiss deepened.
 
And when he parted his legs, she knew what
else he wanted.

She got up, stepped out of her stilettos, removed
her clothing, and moved her naked body between Mick’s bare legs.

Mick wanted to touch her and rub her down
desperately when he saw her nakedness, but he knew he needed her touch
more.
 
Because he knew she was going to
give it to him the way he wanted it: straight with no chaser.
 
With no primers.
 
With no hesitation.

And she gave it to him.
 
Instead of licking him and sucking him and
getting him in the mood, she lifted his member and covered it with her
mouth.
 
She went all the way down on him,
and then began moving her mouth up and down along his cock with such precision
that he could only lean his head back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
 
And grow long.
 
And hard.
 
And stiff.

This was the tension release he needed.
 
And he knew he could come in her mouth at any
moment.
 
But even in his distress, he
could not be that selfish a lover.
 
Because he knew she needed it too.
 
He saw that look of concern on her face when she stood at their bedroom
door.
 
He knew his distress was hers too.

As much as he was enjoying her oral; as much as he
wanted her to continue to lick his pre-cum and suck his dickhead; as much as he
wanted her to deep throat him over and over again, he wanted to come inside of
her more.
 
He wanted her to be a part of
this, not just her giving it to him.

He took her by her slender arms and pulled her up
the length of his muscular body, and began kissing her again.
 
It was his taste and her taste, and it was a
heady feeling, as he rubbed her body down with one hand, and fingered her with
the other hand.
 
Soon, they were both
groaning and moaning and enjoying the ride.
 
Until Mick guided his fully aroused cock inside of her, and the ride
changed.

Because he didn’t hold back.
 
He couldn’t.
 
He was pounding into her, and she was loving every thrust.
 
This wasn’t about the feeling.
 
This was about the release.
  
He needed it badly, but so did she.
 
And he was determined to give it to both of
them.
 
But there was no patience.
 
They wanted it, and they wanted it now.

They got it within minutes of his entry.
 
He shot into her like a ball on fire, and Roz
screamed out when it hit against her most sensitive spot, and took her over
too.
 
He continued to pound as her orgasm
intensified.
 
He continued to pound as
his cum moisturized her like a broken faucet in a dry land.
 
Until he was pouring down her sides and out
of her.
 
And he was still holding her
tightly and fucking her.
 
He couldn’t
stop fucking her.
 
Even when the intercom
began buzzing, Mick couldn’t stop.