Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02

... appreciated her restraint in not asking them, so I rewarded her with explanations.

“It’s a dead supply stash. Intended for something like this. A last resort,” I said as I opened the tin box. Inside were several ziplock baggies. One had three envelopes that were thick and stretched to its limits with dollar bills. Another had a phone and phone charger, and a third had a gun with three full magazines. I put them all in her purse except the phone, which I turned on and was surprised to see it still had a quarter of the battery charge in it.

I dialed the contact listed as ‘Bravo’ and waited. Lorenzo answered.

Chapter Three

I sat in the motel chair in the corner of the room and allowed my vision to blur as I stared at the TV. It was the early morning news, playing on low volume. The chirps of birds fluttered outside as the sound of traffic was beginning to pick up as morning rush hour neared. It was almost dawn, and the gray was touching the sky outside. I peeled back the thick curtain that smelled of smoke and was probably twenty years old and checked the parking lot and road once more. A man carrying a lunch box and wearing a construction hard hat and fluorescent vest exited his first-floor room and went to his truck. I watched him pull off but saw nothing else of interest. The shower cut off, and I heard Marlene step out of the shower and begin to dry off.

We hadn’t spoken since leaving the cemetery. I made an effort to give her her space to process the ...

... information. Lorenzo was nearly out of breath when he answered his phone.

“Go,” was all he said.

“It’s Michael,” I replied but kept my words short, not knowing what kind of situation Lorenzo was in.

“Is she alive? Do you have her?” Lorenzo asked, and he took a deep breath as if he had just stopped running.

“I have her. Can you talk? Is this secure?”

“Yes, yes, give me a report,” Lorenzo said. The man spoke conversational English, but it was heavily accented with his native Italian language. Lorenzo was Tommasco’s head of security and a former Italian special forces soldier. Though with his advancing age he was relegated to a more managerial position, I had seen him move and handle himself. I knew he could still operate at an efficient level.

“Four guys attacked us. They came in through the balcony. Sprayed hundreds of rounds into Marlene’s bedroom before I put them down.”

“And Marlene?”

“Unhurt. She’s beside me.”

“Put her on,” Lorenzo said.

I handed her the phone and watched her face as he spoke to her.

“He’s dead?” she cried out, and I already knew who she cried for. This was a major hit by another syndicate. Another mafia family or another gang altogether. This was an international operation with coordinated hits happening on at least two continents simultaneously. This was big.

Marlene nodded and wiped away tears for several minutes before handing the phone back to me.

“I don’t have a lot of information right now, but Tommasco is dead, as are ...