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She’s not even through the door when I attack her with a strong, messy kiss, my one hand cradling the back of her head, and my other groping her soft, angelic ass. She drops the shopping bag in her hands and brings them up around my face and kisses back, her tongue slipping in and exploring my mouth. Her hands slide down my neck, down to my shoulders, and finish by sinking their white, delicate fingers into my flesh. As she does this, she finishes the kiss and bites hard on my lower lip.
“You have any fun this morning?” she asks into my ear.
“It’s no fun around here without you. We had a visitor.”
She pulls her head back for a moment.
“Visitor?”
“A Fed. Mitchell.”
“Oh, him.” Relieved, she goes back to my neck.
“What did you find out?” I ask between kisses and bites.
“Asked around at the gym where the wrestlers train,” she says in heavy breaths. “He hasn’t been around…stopped showing up at shows weeks before he disappeared.”
“What about Chin?”
With a devious smile she looks into my eyes and kicks the door behind her shut. She then leaps up into my arms and kisses me more, each kiss interrupted by heavy breaths and small bites, and then I feel her legs begin to wrap around me. Our combined mass of sweaty bodies and savage, clawing hands lumbers on my sequoia-like legs into the closed door, me trying to navigate the three whole feet of distance without letting up or slowing down the action wrapped around my body. Her back pressed up against the door now, she hikes her skirt up a little more, and my right hand follows up her thigh. I notice that she hasn’t shaved her legs today, but I don’t mind it; goddesses don’t need to shave.
“He wouldn’t see you.”
“His secretary said he’s busy,” she says before she slips her tongue in my mouth.
My hand slides up under her skirt, fingering the waistband of her panties until finally clutching her hip. Her hands travel down my chest and stomach, down below the waist, and undo the button of my pants. She bites my earlobe while reaching under my boxers, and bites harder when she takes hold of my cock. She pulls it out with another smile and kisses me again. I’m at full attention at this point, and my paw makes its way around her hip, over her panties, down to her moist snatch. As she pulls me closer, I hook the crotch of her underwear aside and slide myself inside her.
She moans.
“Eddie had the same story,” I say. “Has Chin been seen by anyone since Donnie disappeared?”
She grips my ass and pulls me closer still, as though having my cock inside her isn’t enough, like she needs all of my overgrown frame in her. We don’t talk anymore. We fuck against that door for God knows how long, before we move to the dinner table, then the kitchen counter, and finally finishing with her bent over the small desk in the living room.
I change into the clothes she picked up for me: a pair of brown polyester Wranglers and a blue Filipino shirt with palm trees embroidered down the front and lightweight loafers, no socks. I feel a bit less touristy in the getup, and I thank her with a kiss on the cheek while she lays in her bed.
I’ve got work to do. I step out front and see my friends from the home office sitting in their car across the street. Good timing on their part.
“You guys ready to lend me some of that help you’re supposed to be here for?” I yell across as I make my way to their car.
“We lookin’ for trouble?” Martin says, trying to sound like a tough guy and still sounding like a Midwestern kid in way over his head.
“One of you goons needs to ride with me,” I say as I take out a fresh cigarette and light it up.
Cheese-nose and Martin look at each other and then the former gets out of the car. I see they actually listened to me and are both dressed a little more casual, or island-friendly, I guess. It dawns on me that I still don’t know cheese-nose’s name. I’ve seen both them around the casino on occasion, but we never talked to each other. Blame it on my intimidating demeanor, I suppose.
“What are you guys packing?” I ask, glancing at the big trunk on the Buick.
Cheese-nose lifts up his shirt to show me his snub-nose, tucked into his trousers.
“That it?”
“We got a couple of shotguns in the back,” he says.
“Grab it and put it in the trunk of my car,” I say as I throw my thumb behind me in the direction of Mitchell’s wheels.
Cheese-nose does exactly as I ask, and once the gun and a couple of boxes of shells are safely stowed away, mutters, “I thought you hated guns.”
Well, at least he did his homework for the job.
“It’s not for me,” I say, cooly. “I just want you to be ready for any surprises the Chinamen might be saving for us.”
He raises his eyebrows as he shuts the trunk on Mitchell’s car.
“Fair enough.”
Cheese-nose rides shotgun while I drive Mitchell’s car, Martin in the Buick behind us following while trying to not make it obvious that he’s with us. This proves pointless for most of the drive, since there aren’t a lot of cars on the road until we get closer to downtown Honolulu.
Oh, and the guy’s name is Garfield, and he’s a chatterbox. Won’t shut the hell up. Tells me his whole story. He’s a low-level goon for the family, does some of the same crap I do, collections and such. Pretty much anything the boss throws his way, and it’s usually dirty work. He doesn’t necessarily like it, because he’s convinced he’s destined to be a big-time pro or something. Whatever he says.
I only manage to shut him up by laying out the plan: we go to Chin’s office, he and I make our entrance while Martin waits with his shotgun in the Buick. I’m hoping having an armed Family man with me will be enough to show we mean business. I don’t claim to know a lot about the Chinese, but I know they don’t want to lose face with their “friends”, the same “friends” that allow them to control Hawaii for a very small cut. I’m counting on that to keep this from getting messy before it has to. And if it has to, well…I‘d rather not think about it.
I’m tired of this shit.
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