Mick Sinatra 4: If You Don't Know Me by Now (4 page)

“Troy started
it, Dad,” Gloria insisted.
 
“You should
have heard the vile things he said about me.”

“Really
vile,” Joey said.
 
“We couldn’t just sit
there and let him disrespect her like that.
 
We couldn’t let him get away with doing that to her.
 
Not to our own sister!”

“That’s why
the prosecutor didn’t press charges,” Teddy joined in.
 
Mick wore his long coat, and was walking fast
as it flared around him, and they were all fighting to keep up.
 
“She knew it was a load of bullocks
anyway.
 
Those cops arrested us because
of our name, Dad.
 
For no other
reason.
 
They arrested us because we’re
your children!

Mick turned
around and hit Teddy with a roundhouse right that was so devastating Teddy
involuntarily fell to his knees.
 
Stunned
by the violence, Gloria and Joey stopped walking and backed up.

“Get your
ass up!” Mick yelled, and Teddy, terrified of his father’s wrath, quickly stood
up.
 
He rubbed his throbbing chin.

But Mick
wasn’t through with him yet.
 
“You’re the
oldest,” he said angrily to Teddy.
 
“I
told them that when I’m not around, or my wife, you’re in charge.
 
You look out for them.
 
You don’t get them arrested, you get them
away from the scene of the crime!”

“But you
didn’t hear what he said about Gloria,” Teddy said.

“I don’t
give a fuck what he said!” Mick blared.
 
Joey and Gloria backed up even further.
 
“I didn’t say don’t kick his ass.
 
You were right to kick his ass.
 
But your asses got caught!
 
That
meant you weren’t my children, you were just another bunch of dago thugs on the
street!
 
You dishonored my name tonight!”

“But what
else could Teddy do,
Pop
?” Joey wanted to know.
 
“We had to jump’em!”

“With brains
you jump,” Mick said.
 
“Not with
emotion!
 
You wait until that sucker
drives home and you follow his ass.
 
And
then, maybe not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow night, but when he least
expects it you take care of him.
 
You use
your brains!”
 
Mick hit two fingers
against his own forehead.
 
“You never get
caught!”

They all
stared at their father.
 
They thought he
was being unreasonable.
 
They weren’t
hardened gangsters like him.
 
They
weren’t even gangsters at all!
 
How could
he expect them to know all of that?

But Mick
knew they had to learn it.
 
Because it
was fear that was driving his rage.
 
He
didn’t want to see his children rotting away in some prison because they didn’t
know what the hell they were doing.
 
And
he knew he had to teach them.
 
He knew
eventually they would have to come in.
 
They were his children, after all, and they were no longer in the
shadows.
 
It was no longer a secret to anyone.
 
They had to be smart when they were
confronted.

“Get in the
car,” he ordered all of them as his limousine drove over to them.
 
Gloria and Joey got in.

Mick watched
as Teddy knocked the dirt off of his pants, and fought back tears, and was
about to get in too.
 
But Mick pulled him
back.
 
After what happened to Adrian, it
now hurt him to his heart to have to harm his children.
 
Especially Teddy, who’d been proving himself
time and time again.
 
“I want you to meet
with Granville Wallace.”

Teddy was
still smarting from his father’s punch, and the tears were still fighting to
flow, but he held on.
 
“The mayor?”

Mick
nodded.
 
“The mayor,” he said.
 
“I want you to get a good deal for us.”

Teddy didn’t
understand what his father meant, but he was already learning not to question
him.
 
Especially since everything he told
them about that fight tonight was absolutely right.
 
And he knew it was right.
 
“Yes, sir,” he said, and got into the limo.

After Mick
got in, his driver drove and dropped off first Gloria, and then Joey, and then
dropped Teddy off.
 
They all said good
night to Mick, but Mick didn’t utter a word to them.
 
When he was alone in the car, he leaned back.

“Where next,
boss?” his driver asked.

“Home,” Mick
said.
 
“To my wife.”

The twins
were fast asleep by the time Mick dawned the door of their nursery.
 
He leaned against the doorjamb and watched
them with pure adoration.
 
They were
plump babies, with Mick, Junior a little plumper than Jacqueline, but they were
the most beautiful babies in the world to him.
 
Brown skin, curly brown hair, green eyes.
 
Just adorable.
 
Their two nannies were up and about, cleaning
the room supposedly, but Mick figured it was probably an act.
 
They were trying to impress him.
 
Not that it mattered.
 
There were so many nanny cams in their house,
on their phones, and at their offices that if one of them so much as sneezed
inappropriately around the twins, Mick or Roz would know.

He looked a
few minutes longer at the twins and then made his way to the far wing of the
house, to the master bedroom.
 
He was so
tired he could barely stand.
 
He had
wanted this night to be such a special night, but those amateur hour children
of his had to go and get themselves arrested.
 
And the mayor and his nonsense.
 
Mick was done.

When he
opened the double doors of the bedroom, and saw Roz lying across the bed still
fully dressed in her work clothes, fast asleep, he smiled.
 
She was done too.
 
It was well after midnight, after all, and
she’d had a long, hard day at work.
 
He
pushed away from the doorjamb, walked over to the bed, and laid on the bed
beside her.
 
He pulled her into his arms,
turned onto his back, and then pulled her completely on top of him.
  
She snuggled against him, and even woke up
momentarily, but she was right back fast asleep.
 
He bear hugged her and smiled.
 
This was supposed to be their big night after
six weeks of abstinence, and now they both weren’t worth a damn.
 

And soon
Mick, holding onto his wife, was fast asleep too.

Roz woke up
early that next morning to find herself naked, under covers, and the shower
water running in the master bathroom.
 
The only thing she remembered from the night before was spending time
with the children, eating a bowl of soup, and then dropping on the bed.
 
She was still clothed in her business suit,
and she eventually nodded off.
 
She
remembered, briefly, Mick’s presence, because she remembered feeling his arms
around her, but she certainly didn’t remember being undressed and put to bed by
him.
 
Had that wonderful night they were
supposed to share together come and gone and she slept through it?
 
She purchased special lingerie for the night,
and she missed showing that to him too?

She got out
of bed.
 
She could not imagine having sex
with Mick and sleeping through it.
 
That,
in her mind, would be impossible.
 
But
she did feel drained.

She went
into the bathroom and sat on the toilet.
 
She had peed, wiped herself, washed her hands, and was brushing her
teeth by the time Mick realized she was in the bathroom at all.
 
He opened the shower door.
 
When he saw her tight, naked ass at the
vanity, his sleeping penis immediately began to sputter awake.

“Good
morning,” he said to her.

Roz was
gargling when he spoke.
 
She spit out her
mouthwash and glanced at him through the vanity mirror.
 
But she couldn’t get a good look.
 
She turned off the faucet, and moved over to
grab a towel off of the rack to wipe her mouth.
 
When she saw Mick’s big, naked body, and saw his body’s reaction to
hers, she felt a tingle herself.
 
“Good
morning,” she said, as she wiped her mouth.
 
“What happened last night?”

“I came home
late,” he said as he looked from her face to those juicy breasts he couldn’t
wait to suck.
 
“Thanks to those children
of ours.”

Roz was
surprised.
 
His grown children were as
much a part of her life as his.
 
Although
she wasn’t that much older than they were, she loved them dearly.
 
“The children?” she asked.
 
“Who, Joey?”

“Joey,
Gloria, and Teddy.
 
All three of those
scoundrels.”

Roz was
especially concerned now that all three were involved.
 
Did somebody try to harm them?
 
“What happened?” she asked.

“Some guy in
a nightclub was rude to Glo, so those geniuses decide the best way to handle it
was to beat the crap out of the guy in the parking lot.”

“Of the
club?
 
Oh no.”

“Oh, yes,”
Mick said.

“But the
cameras!”

“Oh, they
weren’t even thinking about cameras.
 
I
could have kicked Teddy’s ass again when I found that part out.
 
He knows better than that.
 
My men had to get over to that club and take
possession of those cameras before the cops could.”

“The
cops?
 
Somebody called the cops?”

“Multiple
people.
 
It was a ringside event.
 
Thankfully, the guy they jumped wasn’t
killed.
 
He was hospitalized with broken
ribs, but he’ll live.”

Roz shook
her head.
 
Shit like this, involving any
of their children, was serious to her.
 
“What were they thinking?” she asked.

“They
weren’t thinking, that’s the point!
 
But
the part that really gets to me is how they ended it.
 
They started it wrong.
 
They should have been more discreet.
 
But they ended it by getting arrested.
 
All three of them were arrested.”

Before Roz
could react with horror, he explained how the prosecutor refused to press
charges and ordered their immediate release.
 
“She’s a brownnoser.
 
She has big
ambitions.
 
But what if it had been
somebody else?
 
Like an honest working
stiff for a change?
 
Their asses would
have been in trouble, looking for me to get them out of it.”

Roz
exhaled.
 
“They’ve lived an easy life,
Mick.
 
They think because they’re your
children that makes them automatic gangsters, when I’m more gangster than
they’ll ever be.
 
They’re soft.”

“Glo and
Joey are, that’s for damn sure, although Joey thinks he’s a mini-me.
 
But Teddy’s hard.
 
There’s nothing soft about that young
man.
 
That’s why I was so angry with
him.”

Roz stared
at Mick.
 
“You kicked his ass, didn’t
you?”

Mick hated
that he had to go there with his oldest son.
 
“I popped him one.
 
He’s seen how
I operate.
 
He knows not to fuck with me.
 
But he disappointed me, Rosalind.
 
He knows better.”

Roz reached
out and rubbed Mick’s muscular bicep.
 
“It was just a mistake, honey.
 
I’m sure he’ll right the ship.” Then she remembered something.
 
“Speaking of righting ships, are you still
going to Spain today?
 
Is that trip still
on?”

“It’s still
on,” Mick said disappointedly.
 
“The
negotiators are deadlocked on three key issues.
 
If I don’t eventually show up, the deal may fall through.
 
So yeah, I’m flying out tonight.”

A note of
sadness appeared in Roz’s eyes.
 
“I guess
now that I’m out of my postpartum period, your out-of-town trips will pick back
up?”

Mick noticed
the sadness.
 
“Not to the same degree as
before, no,” he said.
 
“Why are you sad?”

“It’s just
been great having you in my bed most nights.
 
I’m going to miss that.”

Mick felt a
sense of great love and great burden.
 
“I’ll continue to be home most nights.
 
I promise you.”

Roz
smiled.
 
She knew he was just saying that
to make her feel better.
 
His business
was far too vast and complicated for him to keep a promise like that.
 
And that didn’t include all of his underworld
activities that kept him away from home late at night more than a few
times.
 
But she could still hold out hope
that it would get better.
 
“Good to hear
it,” she said.
 
She said this as she was
about to turn to go back over to the towel rack and replace the towel she held.

But Mick had
other plans.
 
He grabbed her by her small
arm, tossed the towel out of her hand, and pulled her back toward the shower
stall, and then into the shower all together.
 
The warm water blast across her naked body.
 
“Mick, it’s too hot,” she said as she backed
away from the stream.
 

Mick
immediately turned up the cold water, to balance out the flow, but that didn’t
ease his horniness.
 
He pulled her black,
soft body against his white, rock-hard body.
 
She loved the way the ridges of his stomach muscles pressed into
her.
 
But then she moved to grab some
bath oil.

“Not so
fast,” he said, stopping her.
 
“You owe
me something.”

Roz smiled
and wrapped her arms around him.
 
She was
especially relaxed now that the water was not as piping-hot as it had
been.
 
“I owe you?” she asked.

Mick rubbed
his thumb across her wonderful brown lips.
 
“Yes, you do.”

“And what do
I supposedly owe you?”

“Six weeks’
worth of fucks,” Mick said.

Roz
laughed.
 
“I want to see you get that
many out of me, buster!”

Mick was
ready to prove her wrong, but she grabbed the bath oil, placed a handful of
lather in her hand, and began to rub down his chest, his abs, and his
penis.
 
Mick leaned his head back,
sighing, as she rubbed his penis.
 
He
loved her touch so much.
 
He loved
her
so much.
 
But then he took a handful of oil too, and
lathered her down.
 
He bathed her neck,
her beautiful breasts, and especially lathered down her vagina.
 
He lingered when he rubbed her there.

After each rinsing
the other one off, Mick was no longer playing.
 
Or interested in bathing. Because he still had a point to prove.
 
First, before she could say another word, he
captured her mouth with his and kissed her with a searing, branding kiss.
 
He kissed her so hard that she had to hold
onto his body to remain standing up.
  
He
couldn’t get enough of her.
 
And when he
moved from her mouth, he stayed on her face.
 
Kissing her nicely-arched nose, her high cheekbones, and her small,
delicate ears.
 
And then he was back on
her mouth again.

Roz lifted
up on her tiptoes as she drank in all of his desperate kisses.
 
She’d never met a man like Mick.
 
The idea that he would wait through her
entire postpartum before he made love to her, touched her deeply.
 
His love was so unselfish.
 
His love was action, not talk.
 
His love was the greatest love she’d ever
known.
 
And when he moved down, to her
long, slender neck, and then to her breasts, she closed her eyes and sucked up
all his love.

Mick sucked
her breasts like a man on fire.
 
He
lifted her into his arms, for better access, and she wrapped her legs around
him.
 
That made it fantastic to
Mick.
 
Because now he had her exactly
where he wanted her.
 
Under his complete
control.
 
And he took advantage.

He put her
against the wall, placed her legs further up across his big shoulders, and
began licking her between her legs.
 
Slow, methodical, thirsty licks.
 
He became drunk on her pussy, and began to eat her.
 
Roz leaned back, her hands in his hair, as he
licked and ate and sucked her dry.
 
And
then her vaginal juices flowed again, and he had more eating to do.