Chapter 35 Trot

Chapter 35 Trot
Sergio

"Should I say it, or you'll just be kind and tell me?"

I've decided to give Lorenzo a call. It's been two days of radio silent from his son. And I am sure it's his son, even without the paternity test.

"Aah, Sergio. It's always good to hear from you." He says with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I'm sure it is. So, what do you say?
"What do I say? What are you talking about, son?"
"You know, you calling me son is old news. And you know what I'm talking about."
"I do? Huh..."

He's stalling, always stalling. Its a dance to him, really. A dance he enjoys very much, one that I always play with him. Unfortunately I'm not in the mood today, or even this week.

"Look Lorenzo, you won't win, and you know it. Tell your goddamn child to pull back or pull the trigger. Either way, the results are going to be the same. We both know that. You've cost me two lives and I'm not going to take that kind. I hope you and your son are ready for war." I tell him then drop the call.

I know he got the message. And I know that he wanted war, and war he will get. He knows me well enough to know I never play with words. And at this point I'm f#cking pissed. He messed up with my family and he knows that there's nothing as important as family in this business.

Back home in my office as I leave my bedroom excited, I get a message from Brian saying I must log into my home office laptop, there's apparently a new update. I know already what the update is about. I knew when I contacted Lorenzo that something might come up. Motherf$cker has bad timing though.

My lovely wife was just telling me about the conversation she had with our daughter. She seems to be taking her new name well, I just can't tell yet if she really is ok with her change in name. I've already applied again for her name to change to the one she has now.

Angelica, a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl. Then there's Angela, my beautiful wife. I wonder if she picked it out k owing they're basically the same name. Makes me think of making a little girl of my own.

I was right, the father told the son to send a message. Pity really, it's not doing anything for me. I thought they'd be clever and come to me guns blazing, and this time not hiding behind a shooter. I think it's time I send a message of my own. It's a good thing that I always keep receipts of everything I know.

Pulling up Holly's contact, the one person who can threaten Lorenzo with just making an appearance besides me, I place a call.

"You know, the last time we spoke I told you to delete my contacts." She says upon answering.
"You did, yes. But I'm wondering myself why you still have mine."

Three years, that's how long we've been out of contact. The last time we saw each other was a total disaster. Although I don't know if disaster is the correct word to use.

"I did. I just haven't gotten to get it to get the fuck off my mind."
"Still angry?"
"You come for round two?"
"No, I'm married now." There's silence on the other side, then comes the laughter.
"Get the fuck outta here. Who's the unlucky lady?" I laugh at her words.
"If you agree to what I'm about to say, you'll meet her when you get here."

I know she won't say no, anything that involves taunting her father at any time of the day, I know she'll be there.

"Aahh! Should have guessed this wasn't a social call. Give it to me." And I do. I tell her everything that's been going on lately with Lorenzo and Gary. I tell her about my men that were killed. She's silent for a while, processing everything if I know her better.

"Damn, I knew Lorenzo was dumb, I just didn't know he was this dumb." She finally says.
"So what do you say, up for a roadtrip?"
"You bet I am. You got a safe house for her to go to for a few days?"

This is what I love about Holly, she's a protector. She will protect everyone around but herself, which is also what I also hate about her.

"Don't worry, I've got it." I reply.
"Good. See you in the morning then."

If it wasn't that she was into women, I swear I would have married her at some point in life. She's loyal and trustworthy. There's no better person I would want in my corner.

I walk back to the bedroom after finishing up on what I missed today. I was also looking for someone to take over from me in the next month. It's almost eleven and my Angel is fast asleep. I quickly get out of my clothes, leaving my boxers on and get on the bed.

She still sleeps naked on our bed even though I've long told her to start sleeping with clothes on. There are times, which is everytime I climb up next to her, that I wish I could make love to her, but I'm waiting for her to make a move to be sure she's ready for that part of our relationship.

I pull her closer to and like everytime I do that she turns in my arms and sleeps almost on top of me and hugs me. I love that she feels safe with me even in her sleep. It took a lot for me to make her trust me. I hope that I never loose that trust.

I'm woken up in the middle of the night by her riding my thigh with her wet p$$y. She seems to be dreaming. A moan slips from her lips followed by my name. My already hard cock swells up painfully some more.

My hands move to her bottoms to slow her down while I curse myself and try to wake her up. The moment my hands touch her though, her eyes open and she whispers a 'please' as she continues to ride my thigh.

I've never been one to deny a woman before and I won't start with my wife. I flip her onto her back and start kissing her while slowly removing my thigh from between her legs. Going down to her pretty puckered nipples, I take one into my mouth while I massage the other.

Her cries become louder the more I suck and bite and I know she is close, too close. I descend more until my face is aligned with her pink psay. When I look up at her, she's looking down at me with so much fire in her eyes with her mouth half open.

When my tongue touches her clit, her hips buckle up and I place my hands on her thighs to open her up more for me as I feast on her.