Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02

... Are you going to call Tommasco?” Marlene asked, naming her husband to throw around the power of his unseen presence. “I will if you—”

“No, no phones,” I said and snatched her phone from her hand.

“What? why?” she said almost angrily. The old Marlene was almost back.

“We’re compromised. We’re leaving here in thirty seconds,” I said and looked around the floor of her bedroom until I found a wad of pants and a top that was a mix of grays and blues. I would later find out they were her dirty yoga clothes from that morning. “Here. Put these on and find some shoes. Something comfortable that you can run in. Go!”

It was my shouting that spurred her into motion. While she did that, I stole the wallets of the four men, returned to the bedroom, and raided Marlene’s jewelry box. Dumping everything into a medium-sized beige coach purse she had on the floor, I could tell Marlene had more questions for me, but she held them. From our altitude of being in a top-floor apartment, I could see red and blue police lights on the interstate coming our way. Three police cars.

“Okay, we have to go,” I said.

“Wait, I need my phone. All my contacts. I don’t know their numbers,” she protested. I took her phone and tossed it out onto the balcony. Apparently, the crashing glass was the destruction of the sliding glass door to the balcony. They must have gone to the roof and scaled down and into the balcony to make entry.

Ballsy.

“That was my fucking phone, you piece of shit!” ...

... Marlene cussed as she followed me into the hall and onto the elevator. Once under the fluorescent lights, I realized how revealing Marlene’s athletic shirt was without her wearing a sports bra, and I did my best to keep my focus on the task at hand.

We’re not in the clear yet.

When the elevator doors opened, I kept my left hand holding Marlene’s arm tight to me as I exited, and on my right was my pistol holstered on my hip. I kept my hand on it in case I needed to draw it quickly. There was no one there. It wasn’t until we passed the front desk that we saw the bellhop dead on the ground behind the check-in desk. A blackish-red blood gathered around his body.

“God…” Marlene gasped as I walked us outside quickly.

The sound of police sirens was nearing, so I took us around the building and down a walking path that cut through a small nearby park. Curving through the woods, I saw through the shrubbery as the first police cars arrived. We kept walking, not looking back again.

Chapter Two

“Yeah, anywhere up here is fine,” I said.

“But sir, there’s nothing here,” the cab driver said. His polite voice was thickly accented. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to a hotel or—”

“I said here is fine. Stop the car,” I said more sternly.

We had walked for another half a mile before we happened upon a cab going the opposite way. I waved him down and paid him five hundred dollars up front if he wouldn’t activate his dash cam or report the fare in his log. He was ...