Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03

Chapter One

The Port of Miami was one of the busiest ports in the United States. It serviced thousands of shipping container freighters coming in and going out of the country. Tourists loaded up in seven different cruise lines. Lorenzo stated there was a finite window tonight where both Marlene would be brought and loaded onto a shipping container, and the ship would remain in port. He warned, though, that once the ship shoved off, if she was on it and I was not, Marlene would be lost.

“The ship would sail directly to Greece,” Lorenzo warned. “And once in their territory. It would be untouchable.”

“I still don’t trust you,” I had said. “How do I know you aren’t sending me into a trap?”

“The Greeks don’t give two shits about you,” Lorenzo huffed through the phone. His Italian accent grew thicker in his exhaustion. “It’s Marlene. Marlene is all that matters. Do you hear me? They will have all their men. All there… how do you say contractors guarding the terminal… You will be alone when you do this…”

“I know,” I sneered. “What terminal? What ship?”

“Terminal seven. The ship is called the Isabelle. The ship leaves at midnight.”

I looked at my watch. It was already 10:30 pm. “Do you know the cabin number or—”

“The man I questioned did not say, and he is no longer able to answer,” Lorenzo said. “She will be close to the front. Near the captain’s cabin. Michael, listen to me. If you rescue her… get her to the safe house. I will make you a rich man.”

I ...

... hung up the phone and tossed it to the floor. There were no more benefits it could bring me, only risk. It was true; if the Greeks or Lorenzo had wanted me dead, they could have had a bomb waiting for me with the package of IDs. A sniper or anything. I would be dead if he truly betrayed us. Besides, I had to take this chance to rescue her, even if its possibility of success was slight.

Taking the black trash bag from the motel bin, I dumped the cash, jewels, and IDs inside and tied it off. I pocketed all the magazines I possessed and holstered my pistol. I took a cab and had them drop off on the side of the road about a mile shy of the port. Walking the rest of the way, I was alone on the desolate road.

When I neared the front entrance, I found a patch of tall grass and weeds beside a unique traffic sign covered in pink graffiti and stashed the black trash bag of money and jewels.

Either I’ll be back in an hour’s time for this, or I’m going to make a homeless man’s dreams come true with this trash bag when they find it.I snickered and gave myself a last chance to back out of my suicide mission.There are billions out there. Am I sure I want to die for this one?

Biting my lip, I nodded to myself and whispered aloud, “Yes… yes…”

Hopping the chain-link fence, I landed hard and stepped softly across the open fields, heading for the shipping docks. The smell of salt water came as I traded the grassy fields for the hard pavement. The night was my friend. I stuck to the ...