Mick Sinatra 4: If You Don't Know Me by Now (5 page)

After
several rounds, he moved her legs back around his waist, and then he guided his
fully aroused cock inside of her.
 
It was
their first time in six weeks.
 
Mick and
Roz both let out loud sighs of passion as soon as they felt flesh on flesh.

And then he
began to move.

“
Rosalind
,” he said in that sweet Italian
voice she loved, as if her name itself was an exhale, a diamond, his life’s
breath.

And Roz,
feeling the heat to the roots of her hair, exhaled too.
 
“
Mick
,”
she said.
 
“
Michello
!”

He rubbed
his penis against her ridges.
 
He began
to fuck her.

“
Ah, baby
,” he said as he felt the burn
too.
 
He leaned his forehead against her
forehead and fucked her hard.
 
“
Oh, my precious baby!
 
Oh my baby
!”

They were in
their groove.
 
They were in complete
rhythm.
 
Roz placed her hands around his
neck as she rode his rod and they moved in sync.
 
Mick began kissing her again, as they moved.

And when
they came, they came together.
 
Mick
strained and Roz contracted and they held onto each other as they reached the
summit of their passion.
 
He poured into
her.
 
She clenched her muscles, and he
poured more.
 
And fucked her more.
 
Until he couldn’t do it anymore.
 
They leaned against each other, nearly out of
breathe, with Mick rubbing Roz’s face, and Roz smoothing down his hair,
completely satisfied.

But their
realization didn’t last long.
 
Mick had
only just carried Roz out of the shower, ready to lay her on the bed and fuck
her again, when the intercom buzzed.
 
The
Sinatra children, their front gate guard informed them, were there to see their
father.

After Mick
wiped Roz clean, and while he cleaned himself, she put on his bathrobe and made
her way downstairs.
 
Somebody had to
greet the children!

Gloria and
Joey were already sitting at the center island in the kitchen, helping
themselves to a bowl of fruit, when she came down.
 
“Hey, Ma,” Gloria said with a grand smile on
her face.

“Well good morning,”
Roz said with a smile of her own.
 
“Don’t
you two look
cute.
”

“Cute?” Joey
asked.
 
“I’m cute the way a Pitbull is
cute!”

“Oh,
please,” Gloria said.
 
“More like the way
a Chihuahua is cute!”

Roz laughed
and headed for the coffeemaker.
 
“You
guys want anything to drink?”

“We’re
good,” Joey said.
 
“Thanks.”

“Where’s
Dad?” Gloria asked.
 
“He hasn’t left for
Spain yet, has he?”

“Not yet,”
Roz said.
 
“Not until tonight.
 
He just got out of the shower.
 
He’s coming.
 
Where’s Ted?”

“He wouldn’t
come,” Joey said.
 
Then he hesitated, as
if he was thinking about something.
 
“Can
I ask you a question, Ma?”

Roz stood
behind the center island, on the opposite side from them, and braced
herself.
 
Whenever Joey wanted to ‘ask
her a question,’ it almost always involved his father.
 
“You can ask,” she said.

“Why is it
that Teddy gets to work for Dad like he’s one of Dad’s men, while I’m still
stuck in the mailroom?”

Gloria
laughed.
 
“Because Teddy’s shady, that’s
why!
 
And he knows how to keep his mouth
shut like all of Dad’s men.
 
That’s why.”

“I know how
to keep my mouth shut.”

“Joey,
please,” Gloria said.
 
“You run and tell
it as soon as you hear it.
 
Dad’s never
going to have you working for him like that.
 
You might move up the ranks at S.I., but you aren’t going to be the
gangster you dream of being.
 
You don’t
have what it takes.”

“I do have
what it takes!
 
And I’m going to be as
bad a gangster as Dad someday.
 
Even
badder.
 
You mark my words!”

Roz felt
some kind of way when she heard her stepchildren refer to Mick’s underworld
activities as if they were no different than his day job at S.I.
 
They had no clue what their father was really
involved in and some of the horrific things he was forced to do to keep his
family, and himself, free from harm.
 
It
was all glam and excitement to them.
 
Teddy knew better.
 
But he was
already in the illegitimate trade when Mick pulled him in.
 
He was already prepared.
 
Joey and Gloria had their moments, but they
were nowhere near it.
 
They had a long
way to go.

“He’ll pull
you in,” Roz said in answer to Joey’s question, “when he thinks you’re ready.”

“Me too?”
Gloria asked.

“You?” Joey
asked with a laugh.
 
“Are you
joking?
 
Your mother will kill Dad if he
dirties you up.
 
And since Dad still
loves your mother, he’s not about to go against her.
 
You know it and I know it.”

Gloria
glanced at Roz.
 
But Roz ignored the
implication.
 
She’d been hearing about
Gloria’s mother and how she was the only one of Mick’s baby mamas that he still
cared for.
 
She’d heard how he respected
Teddy’s mother, despised Joey’s mother, but loved Gloria’s.
 
She never met this fashion designer mother of
Gloria’s because she never came to any functions, but she wasn’t about to
compete against some ghost of Mick’s past.

Besides, Roz
reasoned, if Mick had wanted the woman he would have had her long before Roz
came into the picture.
 
She had been
years out the door before Roz came along.
 
Roz was a little concerned about females when Mick was out of town on
long business trips.
 
She’d be lying if
whether or not he was completely faithful to her didn’t cross her mind.
 
But worrying about some female he dumped
years ago?
 
Please.
 
“You guys sure you don’t want any breakfast?”
she asked her stepchildren.

“We’re
positive,” Joey said.
 
“We don’t eat
breakfast.”

“Roz,” Gloria
said, “have you thought about what I asked you?”

“What is
that?”

Gloria was
amazed.
 
“Ma!
 
You forgot?
 
I asked you to put in a good word for Fonz.”

“Oh, good
grief!” Joey said.

“He wants to
get a role in Macbeth,” Gloria continued.
 
“I asked you to talk to the director.”

“And I told
you I don’t put in words for people I don’t know.”

“You met him
once.”

“I don’t
know him, Gloria.”

“But I
do!
 
He’s a great guy, I promise.
 
I don’t expect you to take him on as a full
blown client just yet.
 
He still has to
prove himself to you, I know that.
 
But
how can he prove himself if nobody will give him a fighting chance?
 
Just think about it, okay?”

Before Roz
could respond, Gloria, as was her way, changed the subject.
 
Like Joey, she would rather not hear an
answer than to hear an answer she didn’t want to hear.
 
Roz wondered if the fact that Mick was not in
their lives when they were little had something to do with that aspect of their
personalities.
 
They had lousy coping
skills.

“What about
the twins?” Gloria asked.
 
“Are they
awake?”

Roz
nodded.
 
“They are, yeah.”

“Can I see
them?” Gloria stood up.
  
“I love the way
Junior stares at people and Jacqueline smiles at people.”

“I want to
see them, too,” Joey said, also standing.

“Help
yourselves,” Roz said.
 
“They’re your
siblings.
 
You can see them anytime you
like.”

They both
smiled, and then began rushing to see which one could get in to the nursery
first.

Roz smiled
too, and put on some coffee.
 
She was
still feeling the effects of sex with Mick between her legs and, to her own
amazement, was itching for more.
 
Which
made her smile all the more.
 
Mick was
usually the sex-obsessed in their relationship.
 
He was usually the one who had to have it and had to have it as often as
he could get it from her.
 
But after that
long absence he made her endure for her body’s sake, she was catching up fast.

After Gloria
and Joey returned and sat back down at the center island, and after several
more minutes of small talk conversation, Mick made his way downstairs.
 
He was fully dressed in a brown suit, a white
shirt, and a brown tie.
 
Looking big,
muscular, and gorgeously corporate, Roz thought.
 
Sexy too, she inwardly added.

“Good
morning, Dad,” Gloria said, impressed with his looks as well.

“Good
morning, Dad,” Joey echoed.

Mick was
still a little peeved with them as he stood behind the counter, standing beside
Roz.
 
He took a sip of Roz’s coffee.
 
Roz let him have at it, and poured herself a
fresh cup.

Even when
Joey and Gloria realized their father wasn’t going to easily forgive them, they
pressed on anyway.
 
“We came to
apologize,” Joey said.

“To say we
blew it,” Gloria added.

But Mick
looked at them as if they had just insulted him.
 
“You came to apologize?” he asked.

“We blew it
last night,” Joey said, “and we wanted to let you know how sorry we are.
 
We want to apologize for our behavior.”

Roz looked
at Mick.
 
He didn’t like it.
 
His children didn’t realize it, but she
did.
 
She could see the anger in his
eyes.

“Where’s
Theodore?” Mick asked them.

“He wouldn’t
come,” Gloria said.

“Good,” Mick
said.
 
“At least one of you has some
sense.”

Joey was
offended.
 
“What’s that supposed to
mean?” Joey wanted to know.

Mick
frowned.
 
“You did what you did.
 
It’s done.
 
What are you apologizing for?
 
What the fuck am I going to do with your apology?”

Roz could
see how stunned the children were.
 
They
were still getting accustomed to their father’s tough ways, and it was an eye
opener to see him so tough on a subject they didn’t think called for a debate:
an apology.
 
They were both amazed.

And Mick was
still upset.
 
“Don’t fuck up and then
come in my face apologizing.
 
It’s done
now.
 
You own it because you did it, and
move the hell on!
 
Just don’t ever do it
again.”

Joey wanted
to battle him, but Gloria kicked his feet.
 
So he held his tongue and nodded, along with Gloria.
 
“Yes, sir,” Gloria said.

“And aren’t
you two supposed to be at work anyway?”
 
They both worked for him, and he kept tabs on them enough to know their
schedules verbatim.

“Yes, sir,”
Gloria admitted.
 
“But---”

“But what?”
Mick asked.

Gloria knew
it was hopeless.
 
“Nothing,” she said.

“Then get
your asses to work.
 
Don’t think because
you’re my children I won’t fire you.
 
Because I will.”

They looked
shell shocked to Roz as they stood up.
 
She
could intervene.
 
She could point out to
Mick how harsh he was being.
 
But she
knew where his harshness was coming from.
 
They were his children now.
 
It
was no longer a secret to anyone, especially his enemies.
 
He had to toughen them up.

“Bye, guys,”
Roz said to them, her face a mask of sympathy.

“Bye, Ma,”
Joey said.

“Bye, Ma,”
Gloria said.

They glanced
at their father, who remained resolute, as they left his home.
 
They left as if they still didn’t know what
had hit them.

When the
door closed shut, Mick waited for Roz to pounce.
 
He waited for her to rip into him for being
such a horrible, unfeeling dad.

“You want
some breakfast before you go?” she asked him.
 
“I can throw something together.”

Mick looked
at her, surprised and a little befuddled.
 
“No, I’m good,” he said.
 
But he
needed to know what she thought.
 
He had
tons of advisors in his legit businesses and his underworld activities.
 
She was the only advisor that counted.
 
“You don’t think I could have handled it
better?”

“After they
got their asses arrested?” Roz asked.
 
“Hell no.
 
They aren’t just Mick
Sinatra’s children.
 
They aren’t just the
children of a successful businessman.
 
They’re Mick the Tick’s children.
 
You have to toughen them up so they’ll understand the pedigree they’re
running with.”

A swell of
emotion filled Mick’s heart.
 
He didn’t
deserve this woman.
 
Then he inwardly
smiled.
 
“So when Junior and Jackie are
of age, you want me to toughen them up too?”

It was a
harsh reality.
 
They were such sweet,
tender babies.
 
But Roz never believed in
double standards.
 
She nodded.
 
“Yes,” she said.
 
“If you love them you will.
 
And I know you love them, and all of your
children, with all of your heart.”