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“Just
stop it,” he repeated.

“What
tough guy, you never wondered if she was thinking of me when you got your dick
in her, or when she’s sucking you off?
Really, never?
Come on now, you know she is. Hell, the last time she came out to the prison
she sat right there and hand-fucked herself while I watched, telling me all the
while that she missed my dick up her ass. Christ, the fucking guards had to
drag her ass out of there.”

That
was more than Sergio could take. He felt himself stumbling backward, but before
he could regain his balance, Daniel was up out of the chair and kicked him in
the groin, sending him to the floor in a heap. Before he knew it, he was on top
of him, prying the knife out of his hand. Sergio tried to push him off, but
Daniel put the knife to his neck, causing him to stop. His hand came down hard
across Sergio’s cheek, and he thought the bone might have cracked from the
impact. Fuck, this had turned into a disaster really quick.

3

“High
maintenance, that’s what it is.”

Lana
laughed at the thought, though she knew it was truer than she would have liked.
It wasn’t that all of it had been her fault, Lord knew that, but she could see
how she could be seen a difficult bitch to anyone, even someone like Sergio.
Ok, time to put an end to the foolishness
,
she thought with a smile. As she lit one of the joints she had retrieved from
Sergio’s secret box in the recliner with one hand, Lana slid the other between
her legs.

The
soft cotton of Sergio’s boxer briefs felt good against her skin, not the silky
feel of the panties she had worn at one time, not that soft, but somehow it
just felt better. She assumed it had something to do with the fact they were
his, that at some point before their last trip to the washing machine, they had
been wrapped snugly around that beautiful cock of his. She took another long
hit on the joint, holding it in as her fingers presses the arm cloth slightly
between her pussy lips. The smoke came out of her mouth, reaching longingly for
the ceiling, wrapped in a deep moan from Lana’s lips.

Her
middle finger wormed its way through maze of the small opening in the shorts’
front and slipped easily inside her. She worked the lone finger just inside her
pussy lips, grinding her hood against her own clit with gentle pressure from
her palm. Then she plunged it inside her along with a second finger, her mind
still picturing the top of Sergio’s head, his hair locked in her death-grip as
his tongue plowed deeply into her. Her own tongue licked her lips as she fucked
herself with her fingers, knowing as soon as he walked through the front door,
she would beg him to take her again.

Lana
took the last drag on the weed, dropping the remnant safely into the ashtray
behind her as she made her way to Sergio’s recliner. His shorts fell to the
floor somewhere between the two rooms and she tossed her night shirt over her
shoulder, climbing onto the arm of the chair, her legs on either side of it.
She dug her fingertips into the back of the chair, burying her face deep into
the maroon leather, smelling the lingering hint of his cologne, his
intoxicating sweat. She licked the leather as her hips began rocking on the
chair, grinding against the place where his hand would often seen resting.

She
reached behind her with one hand, her catching just a whiff of her own scent on
her fingers as it passed her face. She tangled those sticky sweet fingers into
the long curly hair behind her head, making a fist and causing her to pull her
own hair. Her other hand found its way between hr and the chair long enough to
rub against her slickened slit, before sticking her fingers in her mouth,
sucking on them brutally. It was just as when he put his dick in her mouth
immediately after pulling it out of her. Lana relished the taste, convincing
herself she could taste is sweat on her skin.

Her
right leg worked its way upward, putting her foot on the seat of the chair and
allowing the arm she was riding better access between her legs as she continued
to grind against the wet leather. Her hand pulled against her hair, forcing her
head back, almost to her shoulders, as the other clinched the back of the
recliner to keep her from tumbling to the floor as she rocked, slipped against the
chair.

Sergio’s
lingering scent from the chair mingled with that of her own, making her head
swim as she approached orgasm, and it was at that moment, at the glorious,
deliciously wet moment that she realized she no longer needed the black hood.
Daniel Morrow could shove it directly up his ass as far as she was concerned.
She had tasted Sergio’s soul, and it tasted like hers. Even in his absence she
was with him, and always would be. No longer dependant, and no longer weak,
Lana Martin was free. When Sergio got home, she wouldn’t beg him to fuck her,
she wouldn’t have to. He would just do it, his every motion, his every thrust
an extension of her lust.
 

She
rolled over into the chair, exhausted.

Chapter Forty-Two

Sergio,
his left eye already swelling to the point he couldn’t see out of it, strained
to see the figure in the other room. He couldn’t make him out completely, but
he was fairly certain it was Daniel’s father, Tink standing there. He had said
something Sergio hadn’t quite caught, but it had been enough to get the
attention of him as well as the man beating the shit out of him, while holding
his own knife to his throat.

“You
can’t be serious,’ he heard Daniel say to the man.

“I
am serious,” he said, “now get the fuck off of him like I said!”

Sergio
felt a sense of relief as the man got off of his chest in spite of the final
backhand that stung like a motherfucker. He managed to roll over onto one elbow
and get a better look at the man with his good eye. It was Tink, but Sergio’s
relief was short lived as he noticed the pistol in the hand of the former
police detective.
 
From the kettle to the fire,
he though rolling back onto his back
and closing his eyes.

“He
was trying to kill me,” he heard Daniel protesting, “and bet your ass, he would
have come in there and done the same to you next.”

“I
don’t doubt that,” Tink said wryly. “Now, take a seat so we can all have a
little chat.”

“Jesus,”
Sergio heard the younger man say, but it was dutifully followed by the sound of
him falling into the chair, just the same.

“You
too, Sergio.
That’s your name right, Sergio?”

“Yeah,
that’s my name,” he said, again rolling onto his side, this time only to feel
Daniel kick him in the side and knocking him back over. It wasn’t a powerful
kick,
just enough to let him know he was not out of the
woods just yet. He didn’t need the reminder. There was no doubt he would still
most likely die here in this house tonight.

“That’s
enough I said, Danny.”

“Don’t
call me that, Tommie.”

Sergio
made it to his knees again, wondering f the two men hated each other or were
just fucking around. He supposed the latter. Tink placed a chair to his left,
well out of the reach of Daniel’s feet should he decide to go ahead and kick
him again in spite of his father’s warning, and motioned for him to take a
seat. After retrieving another one just like it from the kitchen, he sat down
himself, forming a rough triangle between the three of them.
This is just great
, Sergio thought,
the first meeting of the Grand Order
Of
All Those Who Have Had Their Dick Up Lana’s Ass
, just
fucking perfect.

“So,
what’s all this about then?”

“I
already told you,” Daniel interjected, “he was trying to kill us.”

“Shut
up for a damn minute,” Tink said before turning to Sergio. “You, start
talking.”

“Well,
the halfwit is half right,” he said, amused at his own cleverness in the face
of what he was sure was his own certain death. Tink chuckled.

“You
mean you only came to kill him, I take it?”

“That’s
right,” Sergio said, glaring at Daniel, wishing like hell he could get another
shot at the fucker.

“And
if I let you walk out of here…” Tink started, but was unable to finish when
Daniel immediately stood up and began yelling.

“There’s
no way he’s walking out of here; I’ll kill him myself!”

“Sit
the fuck down and shut up! I have a Goddamn headache, and I’m tired of your
yelling,” Tink said rubbing his temple, before finishing his question for
Sergio.

“So,”
he started again, glaring at Daniel, seemingly daring him to interrupt again,
“if I let you walk out of here, Mr. Sergio, what then?”

Sergio
knew the right answer, the one that might – if any answer could anyway – save
his life, but he wasn’t going to beg, not here, and certainly not to these men.

“I’ll
come back tomorrow night and kill him then,” he said, still staring at Daniel,
and having to fight the urge to smile when Daniel flinched a little at his
words.

“Yeah,
I guess I already knew that,” Tink confirmed. “Is there any way I can talk you
out of it.”

“No,
I’m afraid not,” he said looking over at the older man. “There’s no way she’ll
ever be safe with him loose somewhere.”

There
was a long, uncomfortable silence after this, and Sergio had time to think that
if he believed in God, really truly believed in him, then this would probably
be the last chance he would have to ask forgiveness. But he didn’t believe, and
he had already decided he wasn’t going to beg, not even God. So instead, he let
him mind wander back to Lana. She was his God, as far as deities were
concerned, and if his last thought was coming quickly, then he intended for it
to be about her. But Tink’s voice drew him back to the situation around him.

“Yeah,
I guess I already knew that too,” he said. Sergio and Daniel both look at him,
not really sure what he meant by that.

“
Tink, or Dad I mean,” Daniel stammered, “what are you talking
about?”
Tink ignored him, instead turning his attention to Sergio.

“Go
on,” he said, “get out of here.”

“Dad,
no!”

Sergio,
still half convinced he would be shot before he could reach the door, stood up,
his eyes still fixed on Tink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Daniel, his
head on a swivel as it shot back and forth between them.

“Go
on,” Tink repeated, “before I change my mind.”

That
was all he needed, just the slightest reassurance – whether it was truly
genuine or not – and he headed for the door, Daniel rising to his feet behind
him. He thought he would try to stop him, but his attention was clearly on his
father at that point, so Sergio pushed the door open and hit the front steps,
already in a run. As he reached the corner of the street where he had parked
his car, Sergio heard a gunshot. He froze momentarily, his hand already on the
car’s door handle, as several nearby dogs took up a synchronized chorus of
protest at the loud sound, and removed any question in his head that he had
really heard it. Then he heard a second shot and the dogs were suddenly quiet.

The
drive back across the city went by lost in a surreal fog for Sergio. A part of
him kept expecting to see the red and blue lights of a police cruiser in his
rearview mirror, but they never came. Another part of him almost wanted to go
back and make sure what he thought had happened really had taken place, but he
wouldn’t. Instead, he simply chose to believe that Lana was safe now, and that
was all that mattered. His mind was generous enough to provide a brief, fairly
focused image to pass by the front of his thoughts, one that showed Daniel
Morrow with two bullet holes in his forehead. Sergio smiled and turned on the
radio.

Chapter Forty-Three

1

Mel
Massey stood outside the house, smoking a cigarette while the crime scene guys
did their thing. He had already been inside and knew perfectly well what it
would take then several weeks to confirm, so there was no need to get in their
way right now. He would take another pass through the house after they left
since he had a better idea of what he was looking for than they did. Some of
the other detectives would probably come by tomorrow, but by that time, Mel
would certain they would find anything he didn’t want them to find.

He
had made been just around the corner when the call had come in about shots
fired in this neighborhood. There hadn’t been a specific address given, so it
had given him time to make two separate trips to his car before anyone else had
arrived here. By that time, Daniel’s notebooks had been removed, as had the
ones Tink had kept between his mattresses, the ones neither Daniel nor Lana
herself had known about. Also missing was the garbage bag from the dumpster in
the alley. The black mask was probably the only thing in the bag that would
make the front page of the paper, but he would make sure of that later,
somewhere else.

A
relatively large assortment of what Mel thought someone else would call
toys
also found their way into the trunk
of his car long before anyone else had a chance to see them. The way he saw it,
it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. He was saddened to see that some of the
items were very similar to the things Lana had described originally when she
had been rescued. Somehow, though they had never been found at the scene, they
had managed to show u here. If the investigation had gone on the way it
probably had been intended after Daniel’s release from prison, they might have
been found, but it didn’t matter now.