Missy Makes Mayhem (Missy the Werecat Book 5) (12 page)

Her legs dropped away from his shoulders and she wrapped them around him, pounding her heels against his rear and holding him tight.  Now she was in control and Mike could only ride along, allowing her body to have its way as she clamped his still turgid manhood with her powerful female muscles.  She milked him as her orgasmic spasms, now finally triggered, sent shudder after shudder throughout her overly sensitized system.  She experienced wave after wave after wonderful wave of what she could not consider either pain or pleasure, but which were somehow deliciously both.

This time, Missy was completely and thoroughly spent and was unable to stay conscious for long.  She was asleep before Mike’s limp member had slipped free and she stayed asleep for hours afterward, with Mike’s body wrapped around hers, their legs entangled together, his arms enveloping her and holding her tight.  Mike loved it when she did that, exhausting herself and giving herself to him so completely.  Just before he also nodded into dreamland, he whispered into her ear, “Yes, Missy … it was good for me too.  It was
very
good indeed.”

Oct 27, 2019

As it had turned out, Captain Bonomo had not come along on this weekend pass as originally planned.  Robert and Connie had left, headed back to Boston.  Millie was on her flight to Dallas and Oliver had taken Candace into the city for a tour of the Big Apple.  So, it had been just the four of them at their late morning breakfast. 

Missy filled everyone in on how things had gone with Donald the night before and had them all laughing at his reactions.  Then they all discussed the coven meeting which had actually gone well, all things considered.  Finally, Mike stood up saying it was time to go.  Tracy and John were quite happy to stay right there at the hotel while Missy and Mike went out to confront Sal D’Amato.

Tracy said, “Let me know if you need me to send down any lightning bolts.  We’ll grab a cab and come right out, no problem.”  She was only wearing some loose sweats and was sitting with her chair snuggly up against John’s chair, practically cuddling with him.  It was obvious they’d been enjoying lots of makeup sex.  Or, lots of regular old ordinary sex, as John had actually behaved himself for a change.

Missy figured they were probably going back up to their room to enjoy some more of that ordinary sex while waiting for her and Mike to return.  Maybe the sex had been
extra-ordinary
… she knew the sex which she and Mike had enjoyed sure had been.  “I’m sure I won’t need you to do any of that this time.  That’s why I’m going there all dressed up in my uniform, highly visible for everyone to see.  The five million dollars he’ll be donating to the academy will explain why I’m there today.  Just in case there are any inquiring minds.”

She knew the FBI closely monitored Sal D’Amato in every way possible and would now be noting her visit.  They had probably been wondering about those earlier visits Ben Marchitto had made, visiting her at the academy a couple of times.  While she now had a lot of government friends, Robert was the only one in the FBI who actually knew anything about her involvement with Sal’s organization.  So, forcing Sal to now become one of West Point’s benefactors was providing a good excuse for these visits.

Forty minutes later, Mike drove them up to the new gatehouse at Sal’s estate, which replaced the one Tracy had destroyed the year before.  They were expected, of course, and after being allowed through the gate, he drove up to the front entrance to the large mansion.  Ben met them outside and Missy introduced him to Mike.  Then, after saying how Missy knew her way to Sal’s study, which got a laugh, Ben let them head on up the stairs to the second floor ahead of him.

Billy Martin and Donny Delgato were waiting at the top of the stairs and silently waved them through into Sal’s study.  In the three years since Missy had last seen them, they’d both aged a little bit but otherwise appeared about the same.  Donny’s long black hair had a few streaks of grey in it now but he still had the same diamond earring on his left ear.  And, Billy was still bald with that tattoo on his neck which she remembered; he still looked like a thug, in spite of the expensive suit he was wearing.

Sal was seated at his desk but stood up when they entered. His suit was grey and at first glance, he looked like a banker.  His height and weight were average and he was starting to go bald.  His eyes, however, did not suggest he was a banker.  No, he was a predator and his dark brown eyes expressed that very clearly.

  “Missy McCrea!  I won’t say it’s good to see you but I will say you are certainly looking good.  That uniform … very impressive!”  Sal smiled nervously and then looked up at Mike who was dressed in a nice dark blue suit with matching tie and, at six-three, he was looking impressive as well.  “You’re Mike Ryan, of course.  Missy explained you’d be bringing her out here.  She didn’t say whether or not you’d actually be present when we start discussing some … ahh … confidential matters.”  He looked back at Missy with an inquisitive expression, looking for her to make things clear.  It was her meeting and he had no idea just how much Mike actually knew about his girlfriend.

Missy smiled and looked around.  She sensed there were guards outside and some down in the basement level but no one else was inside the house.  She knew he had a wife living with him plus two teenage children, a son and a daughter, who were both away at exclusive boarding schools.  She had never met any of them but remembered their scents from her visit there last time.  She assumed he had sent his wife away, either to avoid having to introduce her or perhaps because of this mob war he had going.

The office was basically the same as before, about fifteen feet by thirty feet, with bookcases all along one wall and a large flat screen TV centered on another wall.  There was a small wet bar in one corner.  Then there was the long wall with all those windows looking out towards the front of the house.  Those windows all had new glass now and the TV had been replaced.  That big energy blast she’d pushed out during her previous visit as her final parting gesture had pretty much destroyed whatever breakable items had been there before.

Missy said, “Oh, I share
everything
with Mike so you needn’t be shy.”  Sal already had her list of people whom he knew must never come to any harm, for any reason, or else.  Mike and Michelle, along with their parents and other relatives, were of course all on that list.  Thus, she wasn’t worried about anything which might get discussed today exposing Mike to any risks.

Sal raised his eyebrows at this but didn’t say anything else.  He walked over to where there were four comfortable chairs arranged around a small table and waved for them to join him there.  Cozy.  Someone had even placed a nice flower arrangement in a large ceramic vase which was sitting on the table.  Billy and Donny remained standing back near the office door, which was still open, but Ben walked over and was ready to take a seat.

Rather than sitting down, Mike went over and stood behind one of the chairs, positioning himself where he could keep an eye on both Billy and Donny.  He’d let Missy know if either one made any suspicious moves but she wasn’t really too worried about that happening.  Missy began walking all around the room, taking her time and examining various items.  After completely circling the entire perimeter, she finally came over and sat down in the chair in front of Mike.  Sal and Ben then sat down and waited, wondering what she’d do next.

Looking at Ben, Missy said, “Have you drafted up a letter of intent, as I suggested?  I want to truthfully say my visit out here today was about this five million dollar D’Amato Fund which West Point will soon be receiving.  Just in case anyone asks, you know?”  She looked at Sal and couldn’t resist adding a comment.  “Mike and I will explain you made us an offer we couldn’t refuse.”

Ben reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a letter which he handed to Missy.  He was a lawyer, amongst other things, and he indeed looked the part.  His tailored suit was brown, matching his dark brown hair and brown eyes.  “I think you’ll find this has been drawn up the way you wanted, Missy.  If you need anything else, just let us know.”

Missy glanced through the document and could see Sal was indeed giving her exactly what she’d asked for.  Obviously, he was anxious to do that.  She looked up and said, “Yes, this is perfect.  Thank you.  And, you can clearly show this funding is coming from the legitimate side of your many businesses, correct?”

Sal said, “Of course, of course.  And, if anyone asks?  I’ll tell ‘em how influenced I’ve been by all those stories about you, fighting over there with our Special Forces against those Taliban bastards.  Helping save Afghanistan and Pakistan.  Keeping America safe.  Then you came back home and returned to West Point.”

“Well, I appreciate that, Sal.  That sounds much better than you telling them how I blackmailed you, me being a witch and all.”  Missy enjoyed seeing the expressions on both their faces after her saying that.  “Of course, I really haven’t come out here to shake you down.  I’m very concerned about all the fighting
your
organization is doing.”

Ben said, “We realize you’re concerned about your Roseanne Fund people.  We’re taking care of them, keeping them safe, just as you’ve asked.  But, you know how it is.  Sometimes, these things happen.”

Missy said, “This war you’ve got going, Sal.  I’m rather surprised about what I’ve been learning … some of my sources say it may even have been
you
who started it.  Is that true?”  She hadn’t actually learned that but since Sal had been a strong influence for the past few years, keeping all the families in line, she was suspicious.

There were attacks happening every night at numerous clubs, casinos, gaming locations and other places all owned or operated by the various mob organizations in New York, New Jersey, Connecticut and even further out … something was sure as hell going on and she wanted to find out what and why.  She figured by starting right off, pressing without any preliminaries, she might get Sal to reveal what the war was all about.

She had gotten her friend Alice involved and was determined there would be no collateral damage reaching the Roseanne Fund, something Missy had started and which had since grown to be something much greater than anything she’d originally planned.  This was because Alice had managed to expand operations, reaching out to such a large number of young girls.  Girls who otherwise might be victims.  They’d needed protection and Alice had been able to provide that, using Sal’s organization to provide the muscle when and where needed.  The money in the fund was paying for not only education and career development, but various social service resources such as psychologists as well.  Whatever assistance might be needed to deal with abuse or potential abuse, Alice and her team were providing it.  Missy didn’t want any of that to be interfered with.

Sal said, “Why would you suggest I might be the one who started all this, Missy?”  He was not at all sure how he wanted to deal with her.  Although she always seemed to know things, he wasn’t ready to volunteer anything.  On the other hand, he wasn’t willing to deny anything and risk getting her upset.  She’d more than proven herself, as far as he was concerned.  She was indeed a huge threat which he didn’t want to deal with.  And, until now, other than what she’d done during her last visit, she’d been staying out of his business, leaving him alone.

Missy sighed and looked over at Ben.  She could scent how nervous they both were and was pretty sure she’d guessed right about Sal being the one behind it all.  “What will it take to
end
the war, then?  Can you tell me that, Sal?”  Her eyes returned to study him.

Sal figured he’d try to bluster his way through this as he didn’t have any good answers for her.  “You came out here a year ago and gave us quite a demonstration, Missy.  You’re a witch, capable of all sorts of unimaginable, unbelievable things.  Okay.  We get that.  And, we have complied.  We have given you everything you asked for.  Today, we’re again doing that, giving you the five million you asked for.  But now you’re interfering in my business.  You don’t have any reason to worry … Billy and Donny are taking care of all your Roseanne Fund people.”

“Cut the crap, Sal.  You can’t guarantee their safety and I’m now making your business
my
business.  Why this war?  Why, after a week of violence all over the East coast, is it still
continuing
?”

She began pulling energy in, something she now was very familiar with doing.  Her dark red hair, cut shoulder length in the page boy style she liked wearing for the academy, began billowing ever so slightly but it was noticeable.  So were the golden speckles now beginning to blaze away inside her eyes.  Her body began thrumming with energy and she knew everyone there was able to feel the change in atmosphere …
something
was ready to happen and they all knew
she
was that something.

Sal did
not
want whatever was about to happen to actually happen.  He couldn’t see how admitting things would matter so he just blurted it out.  “They have my daughter!  Okay?  My Alessandra.  They took her a week ago.”

Missy stared at him and processed what that meant.  Sal was being blackmailed?  She had not seen that coming.  She managed to pull in all the energy she was holding so there was less of an impending doom atmosphere hanging over them.  “Tell me everything, Sal.  I want to know all about that.”  She looked around for something she could use to release the energy she now held and her eyes fixed on the vase of flowers there in front of her.

She made the vase rise up into the air and then move slowly across the room until it was hovering over the sink at the wet bar she had noticed earlier when she’d been circling around the room.  She caused the vase to tip the flowers into the sink along with the water which had been inside.  Then, she brought the empty vase floating back so it was about six inches above the table.  She hadn’t so much as lifted a finger but everyone knew she was the one doing all this.  Looking at Sal, she asked, “Do you care what happens to this vase, Sal?”

He had been about to explain more about Alessandra but had paused when the vase had started moving.  Along with the others, he had been mesmerized by watching it float around the room, all by itself.  He also had sensed the high energy which seemed to be emanating from Missy.  Her eyes were glowing now.  He stared at the damn vase and said, “No, I don’t care … it means nothing to me.”

Then, Missy crushed the vase, making it implode inward into tiny little pieces and form a neat pile of what looked like sand falling back onto the spot where it had originally been sitting.  Focusing all the energy which she’d pulled in and releasing it in this controlled fashion eased the atmosphere … she was able to calmly return to normal.