Gavino recognized my voice. “I’m sorry! It was just business! I’m… please don’t…”
“Where is my uncle’s body? Where is Malcolm Cross?” I asked.
“I don’t know!”
I flipped the safety.
“Wait! Wait! I don’t know because Enrico whacked him, not me, but I do know that Enrico put a lot of bodies in the same area. Maybe your uncle is there.”
“Where?”
“West end of the city. There’s an abandoned steel mill out there, uh… fuckin’… GFY Steel I think it was called. Behind that is a forest. A lot of people in that forest.”
I looked at Jace, who was checking it out on his phone. When he raised his head, he shrugged and nodded. It was plausible then, the abandoned steel mill did at least exist.
“You sure?” I asked, nudging him with the gun.
“What? No! But it’s all I got I swear! Let me go, please!”
“Do you remember what I promised you? Back in that room in your house?” I asked.
“Uh… no,” he said sheepishly.
“I said I was going to fucking kill you all.”
“No!”
A red mess sprayed out from the front of Gavino’s head, and I was left with a shaking hand holding a smoking gun. Austin slowly came over and took it from me, then steered me away. Jace followed behind us.
This was yet another contender for the point of no return. Austin had a new family business, and I’d just reaffirmed to everybody, mostly to myself, that I was a part of it. For better or worse.
This family had work to do.
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Jace and Kendall were visiting from Port Magus for Austin’s birthday, giving Austin and I our first opportunity to rope them in as babysitters now that Ryan was old enough to be away from me for a few hours. Besides, Ryan enjoyed babbling away to his cousin Eli, who was just starting to walk and who made it his mission in life to retrieve things for Ryan’s inspection. They could entertain each other for days.
That gave Austin and me a window of opportunity. Between Ryan and the new family business we hadn’t had anywhere near enough time for certain activities. It was time to rectify that situation.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
It was a rhetorical question, of course. Men who didn’t trust you wouldn’t let you tie them, naked, to a bed with a blindfold on. And they definitely didn’t sport cocks that hard if they had any concerns about your trustworthiness.
“Nope. Never have,” said Austin.
His abs flexed when he spoke and his cock twitched too, and I felt a flutter of excitement low down in my belly. He may have been the one tied up, but he still had me on a short leash made out of animal attraction.
“Very wise,” I said.
Climbing on to the bed, I knelt between his muscular legs. He had no idea what I was wearing, and wouldn’t until I’d given that cock of his some tender loving care and then slipped his blindfold off.
Maybe the swish of my pleated skirt, or the feel of my pigtails would give him a hint, but there was no way he could know that I’d found my old school uniform in the boxes of stuff from my dad’s house. After a lot of hard post-pregnancy work, and some modifications to the skirt-length that took a very liberal interpretation of ‘below-the-knee’, I could fit it again and today I was going to tease the hell out of my man.
I ran my hands up his legs and Austin flexed his quads as my hands slipped over his thighs. A little lightning strike of excitement from that cloud in my lower belly jolted me between the legs and I smiled mischievously.
Tilting my head to the right, I let one pigtail tickle the skin of his leg as I moved towards that incredible throbbing dick of his. Hovering with my lips only an inch away from his balls, exhaled hot and slow so knew how close I was.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered.
I let my warm breath puff out along the length of his hard cock, being careful to not touch it no matter how much I wanted to feel it pounding against the back of my throat before slipping in all the way. Oh no, I’d waited too long for the time and energy to do this right, and that’s exactly what I was going to do.
Austin’s manhood twitched again when he felt my breath on the very tip, framed on either side by my pigtails dangling down on to his abs.
What was going through his mind? Was he picturing the hairstyle that would result in that feeling? Probably. Austin could wrestle with his eyes closed, gathering all he needed to know simply by the way the other person was moving. He could visualize like no other, so one part of the mystery was almost certainly revealed to him already.