Ricki felt at home because Vince was so near. He joked and talked with his friends and employees, and she enjoyed their conversation. What she loved most about the night, however, was how he included her in all of it. That was when Ricki got to see the power of Vince. Because all of those people, who wouldn’t ordinary give somebody not anywhere near their upper-classness the time of day, was asking her what her opinion was on all kinds of topics and were including her in the conversations too. She enjoyed herself.
What Vince especially loved was the fact that she held her own. A few times Brooke or Lori mainly tried to insinuate that she was uneducated or unsophisticated or didn’t know her ass from her head, but she didn’t even entertain their rudeness. She, instead, focused on the positive people around that table, whichwas most of them. She was going to be a star in his world, Vince was certain of it.
And later that night, after every guest had gone home, Vince and Ricki were in the master bedroom naked and in bed. She was on her stomach. He had entered her from behind. And he was pounding her ass so hard that both of them were on the verge of cumming the entire time.
Mainly because Vince would pound, and then slow down, and then pound again. It was masterful to Ricki because it kept her near an orgasm for minutes on end. It was wonderful to Vince because he got to enjoy his usual hard-charging sex-making ways that he implored with his other ladies. But by slowing down it also kept that wonderment only Ricki could give to him, as it allowed them to go as long as they could possibly hold out.
When they couldn’t hold out any longer, they finally dropped over the edge and came. It was one of those long, intense cums that had them moaning and groaning and still holding on to the sweet end.
If Vince’s phone had not rang, they would have probably gone for another round. It was just that intense. Vince even ignored the ringing and kept on pounding away, determined to go another round. But Ricki knew it could be about Milton. She grabbed his phone from off of the nightstand, even as her body was shaking from his pounding, and saw that it was Milo.
“It’s Milo, Vince,” she said to him as she swiped his phone to answer the call.
Vince finally stopped pounding and took the phone from her. He pulled out of her, moved off of her, and laid onto his sweat-filled back.
“Yeah?” he said to Milo as Ricki, still on her stomach, turned to look at him.
Vince started looking at Ricki as Milo spoke to him, as if he was getting some serious information. And when he finally ended the call, he held onto his phone for several seconds, looking at the ceiling, as if he was still trying to figure out what it all meant.
Ricki was bursting at the seams to know. “What did he want?” she finally asked him.
It was only then did Vince look at her. And she could see grave concern in his eyes. “What is it, Vince?” she asked anxiously.
He, instead, began getting out of bed. “Get up,” he said. “We’re going back to Milton.”
“Milton?” Ricki was getting out of bed, but she was confused too. “Why are we going back there? Has something happened to my family?”
“I told you nothing was going to happen to them. Didn’t I tell you that?”
He seemed irritated to Ricki. “Why you jumping down my throat? What did Milo say?”
Vince exhaled. “They found the head guard.”
Ricki’s large eyes stretched larger. “What did he say?”
“Before he took his own life,” Vince said, “he told them who paid him to kill Erica.”
It was the news Ricki had been waiting for. “Who? Who paid him?”
Vince moved over to Ricki. “According to that guard, it was your brother Davey.”
Just as Vince expected, Ricki stood stunned. And then she was shaking her head. “No. No way.Davey? But that can’t be true! He would never do that, Vince. He wouldn’t pay somebody to kill Erica, that’s insane! There’s no way,” she said as tears came to her eyes, and as Vince pulled her into his arms.
He knew she wasn’t going to accept that news. He knew it as soon as he heard it. But what he also knew was that Milo’s news told them that Erica didn’t hang herself. Which probably meant she didn’t kill that doctor.
Which meant, Vince realized as he held her, that Ricki had been right all along.
Was her brother being set up too?
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Vince’s private jet touched down at Bradley International and Milo met him, Ricki, and George in the Bentley Vince had left for his use. Then he drove them into Milton. A security detail drove behind them.
Vince had already told Ricki the little he knew, but Ricki wanted to hear it from Milo himself.
“We found the lead guard at this watering hole we discovered he often frequented. He managed to tell us that he was hired by David Richardson, your brother, to get rid of your sister. He said he asked David why, and David said that you, his other sister, was in town. Which meant he knew you were going to find out the truth, and that’s why he had to take out Erica, or you, or both of you.”
“Just because I would ask questions?”
