I felt a different kind of flutter in my bel y.
His mouth came to my ear and his fingers touched me between my legs and I caught my breath.
“In a minute, I’m gonna f**k you so hard, neither of us are gonna think about this and after, we’re gonna be so exhausted, we’l sleep. Tomorrow, we’l talk. Does that work for you?”
I bit my lip and nodded my head.
It so worked for me.
“Good.”
Then he did what he promised.
* * * * *
I woke, it was stil dark and I knew something wasn’t right. Eddie wasn’t in bed with me and I heard voices in the other room.
I threw my legs out of bed, felt on the floor for anything to put on and my hand found Eddie’s sweater. I pul ed it over my head and walked to the door.
It was closed.
It hadn’t been closed when we went to sleep.
I started to open it, it came ajar an inch and then I stopped and listened when I heard Eddie talking.
“...This shit,” he finished.
There was a pause.
“I can take care of this for you,” another man said.
There was no answer.
“Give the word, Ed. I’l take care of Fratel i.” My breath stuck.
“Darius, you’re not going to whack Vince Fratel i for my girlfriend.”
Eek!
Eddie cal ed me his girlfriend!
“No, I’l have Fratel i whacked because he’s an ass**le.
I’l be happy to give the order. I’l be beside myself with f**king glee.”
Oh… dear… Lord.
I knew what “whacked” meant, I watched TV (or I used to).
There was another pause and I could feel the negative waves pounding against the door.
“You forget, mi hermano,” Eddie said softly, an edge of warning in his voice, “I’m a cop.”
Silence and more negative waves.
“The offer’s on the table,” Darius final y said.
“That’s where it’s gonna stay,” Eddie replied.