February Sucks - Jim's had Enough - Sex Stories

February Sucks - Jim's had Enough

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You see, Mike's partner, Jack Schultz, and his wife of 15 years had been out to dinner at the same restaurant/club about seven months earlier, and, yep, you guessed it, the same scenario occurred. Except they were alone. It was their 'date night' and when Jack discovered what had happened, it was too late. He was reduced to going home and waiting for his errant wife to return. When she did, she immediately was left on the doorstep, as Jack chased the asshole with his service weapon. Only the speed of his Ferrari saved Marc's sleazy ass. But now, the ire of The FBI was focused on him. Carmen knew both Jack and his wife and the ongoing divorce was tearing them up. Mike also.

So with rage in her eyes, Carmen rose and grabbed her husband, holding him, and asked him what was he going to do.

"I'm going to go get justice for Jack", he said.

"Good", she said. "Don't do anything stupid, but make him pay, baby. Please!!"

"Count on it, sweets!" He kissed her nose and squeezed her ass. "I love you."

"I love you more," she returned and touched his cheek. "Go get him, Tiger!"

Mike left, disconnecting his sister, and hitting speed dial for the command center. He connected with the head of the local FBI HRT Squad and briefed them on the situation. He instructed them to get a warrant for LaValliere's residency, vehicles and put a freeze on his passport and bank accounts.

Now what a lot of people didn't know was that good old Marc played for the St. Louis ...

... Sharks, as in St. Louis, Missouri. But he lived in EAST St. Louis, ILLINOIS. Interstate trafficking, and with the suspected (well, the press and her husband suspected it) kidnapping, the FBI could get involved. He had his second on the HRT get in touch with Illinois State Police, the Missouri State bears, and the local FBI field office and everyone was moving to Marc's exclusive mansion in East St. Louis. Ill.

Strike two, LaValliere.

The press was already trying to get in touch with the Shark's ownership, and getting nowhere, while the team was busy trying to get a hold of Marc. Again, voicemail.

UH, OH.

While driving to the bridge across the Mississippi, Mike hit speed dial #7 (his little sister) and was rewarded with an immediate answer. "WHAT, MIKE? I'm working."

He chuckled and said, "Informed sources say that the FBI and the State police in Missouri and Illinois are converging on one Marc LaValliere's home in East St. Louis, Illinois, in response to a reported 'kidnapping'." He snickered. "Want a piece?"

"We're coming. How about if I bring the poor husband?"

Mike laughed out loud.

"That would be great. Drive carefully. I don't Mom and Dad to get mad at me for putting you in......." Silence. She had hung up.

So, back at Morrison's-

Ginny turned to a visibly distraught but pissed-off Jim, and asked if he would like to go with them to confront the 'elusive couple?'

"What do you mean?"

She told him what she had learned, as she grabbed his arm ...