Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02

... speakerphone.

“What’s going on? We’ve been here for over a week now,” I said and stood to pace.

“The Greeks are everywhere. They killed the entire family, his ex-wife…”

“What of the little girl?” Marlene asked and moved closer to the speakerphone. “He had a child with his ex-wife. Is she safe?”

There was a long pause that told me she was not safe.

Lorenzo spoke cautiously. “We have not found her, yet.”

Marlene cupped a hand to her mouth in a gasp and grabbed my shoulder with the other hand. I nodded to her, trying to tell her it’ll be alright.

“I am close to getting you two new IDs created. I’m arranging transportation now, but it will take another day—two at the most,” Lorenzo assured.

“That’s good news. Hey, I think I found who the shooters were who came for Marlene. They work for a small private security company based here in Florida. A place called Blue Stone. They tried to recruit me to run their high-value asset division when I got out of the service, but I took one look and saw the shit structure of the place and declined.”

“The Greeks must be contracting out in the United States,” Lorenzo thought aloud. “You must be careful. There’s no telling how many people they have paid off there. And I have checked on our three family guys there—all dead. You are all alone until I get you out of the country. Understand?”

“I understand.”

“Keep your phone close. I will call you soon.” Lorenzo hung up the phone.

Looking over to Marlene, I had ...

... hope in my eyes that wasn’t seen in Marlene’s expression.

“Caterina…” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Caterina. That’s her name. The ex-wife’s daughter… she’s only ten years old…”

I made a face and almost asked how the daughter was so young if Marlene had been married to him for almost twenty years, but I stopped myself. Despite her concern for the girl, there was still the bite of jealousy at how her husband slept around so openly.

“You know better than I do,” I said rubbing my hands up and down her shoulders, “Lorenzo is good at what he does. If there is a way, he will find Caterina and get her out of there.”

Marlene nodded and melted into my arms like she was hiding from the cruel world we lived in.

Chapter Five

Marlene approached me from behind as I stood watching a news report. It was international news and a repeat of that. We had watched it three times already. ‘Bloodshed in Italy’ talked of the massacre of over forty men and women all over Tuscany, Rome, and the countryside that happened one night a week ago. There still weren’t any details given, but they were now saying authorities believed it to be related to organized crime.

At this rate, they might have the story told in full in six years.

Marlene clicked off the TV with the remote and slid her hands around my shoulders. I was shirtless, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist after having showered. She ran her finger over my biceps, my shoulders, and around my chest. Her hands ...