Tony

The flight home had been a quiet one, Alana was tired and slept on the plane. I had been looking for more information as I plotted out what to do with Simms and his associate. Vinny had something for me but told me he’d wait until I got home because it wasn’t pretty. The entire flight I wondered what it was and how we could get it out of our lives easily. The only thing that comes to mind is Homan. He has connections all over the city. Many of the people on his little whorehouse sign-in sheet would like to keep that a secret and keep it running. The only thing that could possibly get in the way was me calling in Homan’s debt, which I did.

With my brain full of frustrating thoughts, I needed something to clear my head. I got out of my seat and went into the inflight bedroom. Alana was sleeping sweetly, and fuck if everything didn’t feel perfect. Just looking at her and I was centered again. How the hell was that possible? In truth, it didn’t matter because I needed her. She was my world and I couldn’t live without her. Dante had it all right. The right woman could change everything for you.

“You’re staring at me.”

“Yes, I am, amore mia,” I whispered, sitting on the bed, then leaning over for a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you. You’ve made my world special.” She rolled all the way onto her back and gave me a sleepy smile.

“I’ve caused you so much trouble. Special? No. Maybe exciting and busy,” she laughed.

“Exciting for sure, but I’ve never felt so relaxed when you’re around.” I had to kiss that sweet face. She had no inkling that she was all a man could ever want. Our lips brushed softly, intensifying as she woke up all the way. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling my body onto hers. We simultaneously grunted and groaned.

“Tony,” she sighed, her fingers slipping under my collar as her hips bucked into my cock. The steady need to be inside her kept my dick constantly stiff, but we were landing soon and the thought of anyone of the staff on the plane hearing her cries pissed me off. Her moans belonged to me. I was possessive as fuck with her and I would make no apologies for it.

“Alana, we can’t. When we get home, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk, but not here. I won’t have an audience to your pleasure. All of it is just for me.”

She nodded, but I could see it only turned her on even more. I shook my head, then stood up with my hand out to her. “Come on, we’ll be landing soon anyway.” With a pout, she got off the bed and straightened her clothes.

The rest of the flight was full of small touches that had both of us ready to go. Vinny was waiting at the airport for us. “Welcome back, Alana, boss.”

“Thank you, Vinny. I have that money you gave me. Remind me to go to a bank and get it.” I looked at him and back at Alana. She neglected to mention that and so did he. The fucker gave her money to take care of herself. I was going to have to kick his ass. He was proving to be a better man to her than I was, something I needed to fix.

“Don’t worry about it,” Vinny said after holding the door open for us.

“He’s right. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it later.” We got into the vehicle, leaving the divider open because I needed to talk to him.

“What do you know, Vinny?”

“Um. Don’t you want to wait until we’re in your office?”

“Nothing can’t be said in front of Alana.”

“Okay, but Simms is working with the Mayor. He’s on Homan’s jock and they both visit their little whorehouse. They want you out of the mix because you could take it all over. They’re worried that they’ll be more into you than they were with Homan. He’s too fucking greedy to chase them down or call in on the promises. You, on the other hand, hold the damn key to ending it all for everyone.”

“Yes, but they got the whorehouse already.”

“But Simms made the bust and it was botched.  They would have enough to get away with it.”

“Have you talked to the lawyer or his guys?” I asked. Those fuckers may be on the up and up, but they had ways around things. It was good to have squeaky clean guys on your side sometimes. I looked more into the lawyer Jackson Blake and the only thing about him that could be even remotely bad is that his wife is the same age as Alana. Other than that, the fucker is a model of honest, hardworking success.

“Yes, they are getting closer to the truth. It’s a missed-up plan by Homan’s wife. She tried to blackmail Blake, but the man is a fucking saint. They don’t have a clue where Homan is, but once that’s figured out, they’ll be jumping to get his ass, too.” I knew Homan was alive and kicking…for now. Every moment that passed made me eager to plug the fucker.

 “They better keep us in on it. What else is up?”

“Tito’s missing. We haven’t seen or heard from him. Initially, they thought he went with you, but I told them he didn’t. I just learned last night.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I asked in surprise. “I talked to him two days ago. He said everything was going great and that the club was running smoothly. Something ain’t right.” I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed his number. Tito was looking into Simms for me and sent me what he learned. 

“Tito, where the fuck are you?” I asked as soon as he picked up.

A laugh was heard on the other end of the line. “You’re calling the wrong number Franchetti. Tito doesn’t live here anymore. Or anywhere for that matter.”

“Simms, you’re a dead motherfucker. I’ve got more shit on you that’ll have you locked up for life. You better hope you get the death penalty because they’re going to be enjoying your bitch ass in prison.” I could hear a faint huff in the background. He didn’t know that I had the key to his downfall.

“Bullshit, Franchetti, I destroyed all the evidence that your boy had with him.” Vinny and I were too smart for this piece of shit.

“Well, isn’t it a pity that he gave it to me already. What I don’t understand is why you had your partner killed. Or rather why you pulled the trigger yourself?”

“What makes you think I did it, myself?”

“Fool, you should learn who you’re talking to. There was gun powder on your wrists, but none on your hands. You had gloves on, but there were no gloves at the scene. The report was lost and a new one was written, but a little money changing hands can get people the answers for what they want.”

“You’re full of shit, Franchetti. You don’t have that report. It’s been burned and the gloves will never be found.” Bingo.

“Actually, I know where they are, Simms. Alana’s already requested her father’s body to be exhumed.” I covered Alana’s mouth as I said it. I didn’t want to give it away. It was a theory I’d been working on and I had a feeling I was right.

“Too bad I’ll get a judge to void that request.”

“Why? Afraid that a legit autopsy will prove that the shooting doesn’t match your testimony to the events?”

“You’re a dead man, Franchetti, and so is your little slut.”

“Maybe your guy should have done his job right the first time. Davy Olsen isn’t a very smart criminal. Hiring drug addicts is a big mistake.” I hung up the phone because I felt Alana’s body tense up and shake. I pulled her into my arms and rocked her as Vinny drove toward the house. I hated that she had to hear all that, but at the same time I wanted her to understand why I kept her out of the loop on shit. She was too precious for this.