He lifts the baby into his arms, mouths goodbye and alone, I kiss my beautiful lady. I slide my hands up and under her tight dress. I cup her butt, covered in warm fabric, wishing I was driving her to dinner, not dropping her off at a stripper club.
I sneak a finger into the waistband and snap. “I’m not so sure I like these.”
Damn, that tight spandex is sexy. Maybe we’ll have a little lovin’. My cock, cramming against my underwear, wholeheartedly agrees.
“We should go. I can’t be late to my own surprise party.” Smiling, she wraps her arms around my waist and presses her lower half into mine.
I groan. “Spoil sport.”
Then, I steal a few gentle kisses and enjoy the show as her sexy ass wiggles for me down the steep stairs.
Outside, I study the perimeter, and push her behind me. “Go back inside. Now.”
The guy across the street eyes us with too much interest. If he’s not the scumbag who hurt her, he’s probably of the same species of roach.
Sam cracks open the door. “Oh my God. I think that’s him.”
“Stay put. I’m going to have a little chat with him.” Playing it cool, I grab my keys, whistle through my teeth, and start my SUV.
As I double-park across from our building, he flicks his cigarette and mashes it with his toe.
Sensing he’s about to bolt, I run, take a flying leap, and tackle him to the ground.
Meanwhile, across the street, Sam cries out. In three inch heels and a tight mini-skirt, she wobbles across the pavement, gun in hand.
“Is this him?” I lift him to his feet.
“Yeah.” Cheeks red, eyes narrowed, she puts her finger on the trigger and places her pistol’s barrel on the guy’s temple. “Who hired you?”
“I have no idea what youz talking about.” Before she kills him by mistake, I punch his face.
“I think you may want to rephrase that.” I flex my knuckles hoping his jaw looks as bad or worse than Sam’s.
“No one paid me. I was looking for a quick fuck.” Dumber than a post, he leers at my woman so I punch him again, this time in the eye. Not quite finished, I connect with a swift upper cut. “I can do this all night.”
He spits blood onto the dirty snowbank. “Whatever you’re going to do, it won’t compare to what she’ll do to me if I snitch.”
“Me?” Sam’s mouth drops open.
“I think he means Anne Gallo.”
Paling, the thug’s eyes dart about as he grasps at his heart and my face leans into his. “You do know Samantha here is the police chief’s daughter, right?”
He moans. “Jesus. You need to let me go.”
Enjoying this a little too much, Sam grins, slips her revolver back into her holster and takes his picture with her cellphone. “And my uncle is Vincent Vitale.”
“Oh Christ, I’m a dead man walking. Promise not to tell him. In fact, don’t tell nobody.”
“Hi, Daddy?” When Sam puts her phone to her ear, the thug almost pisses himself.
“Hang up. Gallo hired me. Okay? Now, let me go.”
I throw a few twenties at him. “Subway’s across the street. Take it to Port Authority and get out of town. I’m giving you a head start. Use it.”
He dashes away while Sam giggles and places her phone back in her purse. She steps onto her tiptoes, puts her hands behind my neck, and kisses me. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
