Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02

... his brothers and cousins. We think it was the Greeks,” Lorenzo said. His breath was under his control now.

“The Greeks?”

“We were completing a major deal with another family this week that would have infringed on the Greek territory. A new port we were taking over. The deal went bad and minutes later the shooting started,” Lorenzo said.

It made sense why they wanted me here to watch Marlene this week now, at least. I was also happy to confirm that Tommasco wasn’t having us assassinated because I fucked his wife. However, this wasn’t much better of a situation. The Greeks were just as ruthless and in a major family hit like this one, they took out everyone—including hired help like me. Plus, that’s not even addressing the elephant in the room.

“Lorenzo, I’ve got a major problem,” I said.

“Policemen?” Lorenzo guessed.

“They’re not after us yet, but it won’t be long before they get what they need to find us,” I said, thinking back to the mess I left behind. “Security camera video, fingerprints, DNA… it’s all back there for them to find. And if the police find us, then the Greeks will soon after.”

“Okay, get someplace where you can lie low for a while. You have the stash money?”

“Yeah.”

“Stay put and I’ll put together something for you. I need to check on the rest of Tommasco’s family first.”

“Okay.”

“And Michael…” Lorenzo added with a sternness in his voice. “You’ll be compensated for your efforts, but only if she lives.”

I had thought about ...

... his last words before hanging up often in the time since then and even now as I switched my attention between the news and the window. Lorenzo knew I was a hired gun. I wasn’t a part of the family and had no business giving up my future, my life, or my freedom to protect Marlene. He was giving me an incentive to protect myself because he knew I would be fleeing at the first chance that I got.

How come running or abandoning Marlene had never crossed my mind? I was paid well for the work I have done up until this point, but not well enough for this.

The unanswered questions swirled in my mind as Marlene exited the bathroom. Her wet black hair draped over her bare shoulders as she shuffled across the faded carpet, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her blossom that hung down to her thighs. I looked at her and felt my eyes pull down her body, so I looked away. The silence felt uncomfortable, so I filled it.

“I’m sorry for your husband,” I said, realizing I hadn’t said it yet.

Marlene sat on one of the two queen-size beds and made a face at the maroon and white design on the comforter. It had been a while since the woman had experienced the poor side of the world.

“We were never really husband and wife,” her voice soft and resolved. “He was my shield. A man I saw three months a year if I was lucky.”

I said nothing as I watched Marlene get lost in a star on the wall behind the TV.

“Nineteen years old. That was how old I was when he found me,” she said. A ...