Not to mention, after Luke’s wakeup call and his recent kiss, I was way turned on.
So I lay in his bed and waited for awhile to make certain he wouldn’t come back. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid my hand inside.
What I did not know was that’s when, not far away, a guy named Jack, sitting in the surveillance room at Nightingale Investigations leaned forward and flipped off the switch that activated the cameras in Luke’s loft that Luke just called him and told him to switch on.
* * * * *
As I mentioned, it had been awhile (and it was helped by the fact that I was in Luke’s bed) so my self-gratification didn’t take long to achieve.
After as I was lying in bed, pleased with myself (very pleased), a thought came to me. A way out of this mess.
Uncle Vito.
If I got to Uncle Vito first, before Luke, taking Sissy with me, and told him what was happening with Dom, he’d deal with it. He’d even probably help Sissy out in the divorce. He was Italian, he was Catholic but he also thought Dom was a dickhead (like everybody else). And since he loved both Sissy and me, if we double-teamed him we couldn’t go wrong.
That way I wouldn’t owe Luke and I could move out of his house. All my problems solved!
I don’t think this is a good idea, Good Ava commented, wringing her hands.
I think it’s a GREAT idea, call Sissy right now, Bad Ava yelled, jumping up and down with excitement.
I called Sissy.
“Hey,” she said.
“Yo. Listen, you know who kidnapped me?”
“Mister Zano,” she answered.
“Vito Zano,” I said.
“Uncle Vito?” she sounded shocked as if there were five thousand “Mr. Zanos” in Denver. However, I didn’t blame her, I would have been shocked too if at the time I knew Uncle Vito kidnapped me, he loved me. “Who told you that?” she asked.
“Luke.”
“I don’t believe it. Uncle Vito wouldn’t kidnap you, he loves you.”
See!
“I have a plan,” I said then I told her the plan.
“I’m in,” she agreed immediately, as bestest best friends do.
“We have to hurry, we have to get there before he meets with Luke.”
“Come get me. I’ll be ready.”
* * * * *
I was in the Range Rover just blowing out of Luke’s parking garage when my phone rang.
It said “Shirleen Calling”.
I flipped it open and put it to my ear. “Yo.”
“Yo mama. I called this morning early ‘cause I know these boys like their mornin’ piece of ass. You didn’t answer. Please tell me you didn’t lose me another fifty bucks,” Shirleen said.
“I didn’t.”