Sleeping With The Enemy (7 page)

He grabbed the
briefcase with the money and threw it at one of his guys. Then he walked back
to the elevator.

* *
* * *

When he arrived
back at the ballroom, Rosina spotted him and gleefully waved at him. He meandered
his way through the crowded room until he reached her. She cheerfully handed
him a glass she’d been drinking from. ‘Honey, take a sip of the wine. It’s the
best champagne in the world.’

He stared at her
with a surprised look on his face. ‘You don’t drink.’

She giggled
foolishly. ‘Blame the ladies.’

Ferdinando stared
at them.

Lisa and Cathy
winked at him. Imposimato shook his head with an amused smile on his face and
took a sip of the wine.

‘I said a sip,
not the whole glass,’ protested Rosina, rather loudly.

Imposimato edged
closer to her and whispered in her ear. ‘You’re drunk.’

‘How dare you say
such a thing to a lady, you naughty man?’ she said, pulling his mouth to hers and
kissing him hotly.

He broke away
from her hold and admonished the ladies. ‘I’ll get you for this, I promise.’

They broke into
laughter. One of them said, ‘Gotcha!’

‘I have to make a
speech,’ he told them. ‘Please take care of Rosina. And no more drinks for her,
got it?’

They saluted, teasing
him. ‘Yessir.’

‘Hey, I’m not a
kid,’ she yelled at his back as he left.

He walked through
the crowd until he got to the podium and climbed the steps to stand before the
crowded room. Gradually the people quieted down.

‘Ladies and
gentlemen, I wish to thank you for your presence here tonight. Today we stand
here and celebrate the completion of the Imposimato Hotel and Tower, a project
that took four years from start to finish. As usual, there were skeptics when
the project was introduced to the city, but I’m glad to announce that we
triumphed. There are those who started the project with us, but were not able
to see it to the end. I take this moment to pour out a lil’ liquor for them. As
this building shall stand for decades to come, so shall their memories be
immortalized.’

He poured out
some wine from a bottle and the crowd bowed down in a minute of silence.

‘Ladies and
gentlemen, we appreciate your support. Thank you.’

They gave him a
round of applause.

‘Hey, we love
you Ferdinando,’ the ladies with Rosina yelled from the back of the room. Rosin
topped that with an impressive whistle.

Ferdinando
stepped down from the podium and weaved his way through the packed room to
Rosina. When he got to her he raised his eyebrow. ‘Where did you to learn to
whistle like that?’

 ‘I had a caring
father,’ she said with a giggle. ‘Baby, you’re hot!’

‘That’s it,’ said
Ferdinando, taking her by the arm. ‘We’re going home.’

* *
* * *

The thin one was
called Donato. He drove the BMW 750Li quietly through the streets of New York
City. He loved cars. The boss had many automobiles, but Donato’s favorite was
this one here, the Beemer. Not only was Donato good with cars, he was also very
adept at guns, qualities that certainly made him a valuable part of the boss’
team.

The bigger,
older one was Luigi. They were two of Imposimato’s most trusted people. And as
such, Imposimato had entrusted them with taking his money from the new
building, Imposimato Hotel and Tower, in the heart of Manhattan, to his
sprawling estate in Connecticut.

Luigi lit up a
cigar.

The thin man
fussed. ‘Hey, come on, Luigi, you know you can’t smoke in the car. Cigarette
smoke affects me badly, man.’

‘This is a cigar,
Donato. It’s as wonderful as the cleanest pussy you can find.’

‘It’s killing
me,’ he began to cough uncontrollably. ‘I swear it’s killing me.’

‘Just shut up and
drive,’ commanded Luigi. He settled comfortably in the car but then quickly leaned
forward to look in the rearview mirror. ‘We have a tail. Shake it loose.’

Donato sped the
Beemer up. ‘Shit!’

‘What?’ Luigi asked
in a dispassionate voice. ‘The guy’s clamped to us.’

‘Lose him,’ ordered
Luigi, but as soon as he finished speaking bullets tore at their car.

Donato ducked
behind the steering wheel and instinctively pulled out his .45 semi-automatic.

‘Put away the
piece,’ commanded Luigi quietly. ‘Concentrate on driving.’

‘These muthafuckas
want to kill us.’

‘Just drive.
You’ll kill yourself before they kill you if you don’t drive properly.’

The sound of
gunfire rang out and the rear screen shattered into fragments.

‘Shit!’ Luigi
swore. He quickly pulled out his gun, turned round in his seat and aimed his
gun back.

The other driver
swerved to another lane and Luigi’s three bullets, fired in quick succession,
missed their targets altogether.

When the other car
came back in line bullets rang out and Luigi quickly ducked down and the bullets
missed him, but Donato was not so lucky. He got one at the back of his head that
went clean through his head and went out front. He slumped onto the steering
wheel and the car horn eerily shrieked aloud. Furious, Luigi pushed back Donato’s
body. He stepped onto the dead man’s feet and grabbed the steering wheel,
trying to maneuver the car on the road, but his assailants shot one of the
BMW’s wheels and the big car veered off in a zig-zag direction and crashed into
a building. The car folded into a useless wreckage.

* *
* * *

Terry had in the
not-too-distant past lost his finger for his mistakes. He was determined to atone
for his mistakes – and not to lose another finger, of course. As soon as the
driver brought the car to a halt next to the wrecked BMW, Terry jumped from the
passenger seat and went out.

He examined the
wreckage, and noticed that the two occupants of the Beemer hadn’t survived. He
looked in the wreckage until he saw the briefcase with the money. He grabbed
the briefcase and forced it out of the wreckage. With a smug smile on his lips,
he quickly walked back to his waiting car and the driver set it in motion and
drove away.

* *
* * *

When his assailants’
car had driven away, Luigi, who had pretended to be dead, forced his way out of
the wreckage and stared momentarily at his dead friend. Miraculously, the cigar
was still between his lips. ‘Poor Donato, cigar smoke’s not the only thing that
affects you.’

He walked away
from the wreckage and stood at a distance. He took aim at the car’s trunk with
his gun and shot once at its gas tank. The car exploded in flames. He stood
there and watched the car burn in flames. ‘Goodbye, Donato,’ he said quietly, a
contemplative expression on his face.

* *
* * *

The boss was having
a good time in the limo when the phone rang.

He broke off his
kiss with his woman and answered the phone. ‘Yes?’

‘Boss, it’s
Luigi. We have a problem.’

‘What?’ Imposimato
asked calmly.

‘Our vehicle was
forced to crash.’

‘The commodity?’

‘Gone.’

The expression
on the boss’ face changed to momentary anger. ‘Collateral damage?’

‘Donato.’

Imposimato ended
the call.

‘What is it?’
the beautiful lady with him inside the limo asked him curiously.

‘It’s nothing,’
he lied, pulling her to him.

‘For a moment
there I thought you wanted to kill someone.’

‘No.’ He kissed
her. ‘I only want to fuck you.’

She melted into
his arms once more and they kissed each other furiously and passionately.

* *
* * *

They could still
not keep their hands off each other when they arrived at his apartment. He carried
her in his arms into the apartment. He dropped her onto the couch, but she got
up and pushed him back on the sofa.

‘Let me give you
a strip tease that’ll make your blood boil.’

He sat back and
watched her as she performed a strip show for him, using the punching bag as a
prop. Then she got down on all fours and stroked her breasts with one hand
while she stroked her vagina with the other. She inserted it inside her hole and
moaned lasciviously.

She eyed him
seductively. ‘My pussy’s raw, hot, wet and ready for you to take,’ she said
invitingly to him.

She moved closer
to him and fed the finger that had been inside her pussy into his mouth. Then
she impatiently pulled open his pants and pulled them off his legs. His
erection sprang out lividly.

‘My God!’ she gasped.
It’s majestic! It’s beautiful!’

She went down on
it and took its head in her mouth. She gave him a blowjob for a long while,
sucking and wetting his penis until he groaned uncontrollably. He pulled her to
sit on the couch. Then he went down on his knees before her and pulled off her
blue panties. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and back as he went
down between her thighs. He took her smoothly shaven vagina in his mouth and
stroked it vigorously. It was such delightful pleasure she moaned helplessly and
dug her fingers into his hair as he took her clitoris in between his lips and
sucked hard on it. He inserted his tongue inside her hole and worked it in and
out. Then he caressed her clitoris with the tip of her tongue for some time before
licking her pussy lips like they were ice-cream. All the while, his hands were
stroking and caressing her thighs and buttocks. He moved his hands to grab and
squeeze her breasts as he continued sucking on her clitoris.

He straightened
up and pushed her legs back flat against her belly and chest. She placed her hands
behind her knees and forced herself apart, opening herself wide for him. He
dipped a finger into her flooding vagina, wetting it with her juices, and rubbed
his finger onto her gaping anus. Then slowly and gently he inserted his cock
into her anus. It was deliciously small and tight. He forced his way in and pushed
himself forward.

She gasped. ‘That’s
the wrong hole, you bastard!’

He grabbed her
breasts and squeezed their nipples. ‘It’s the right hole, baby, and it’s
glorious.’

She shut her
eyes firmly as the pain seared through her when he moved back and forth inside
her. ‘Oh God!’ she cried. ‘You’re huge!’

He worked his
cock gently and slowly in and out of her until she stretched to his size. Then
he slammed her thighs together and dropped her legs to the left side on the
couch. He parted her buttocks and drove himself deep into her asshole. He grabbed
her left breast as he dug for pleasure inside her, slamming his pelvis into her
buttocks and grunting in excitement as his orgasm approached. He felt it charging
fast and quickly pulled his penis out of her and fought back his orgasm.

‘Lie with your
belly on the couch,’ he commanded, ‘and bring you knees down on the floor.’

She obeyed,
lying with her chest and belly down on the couch and her knees on the floor, jutting
out her ass to him. He pushed her thighs together and parted her buttocks with
his hands as he drove his fiercely throbbing erection in between them. He
sliced through her thighs and plunged into her hot vagina.

She moaned. ‘Oh
Jesus!’

He slammed
himself into her behind, driving his rod deeper and faster inside her. His hands
stroked her buttocks as he thrust maniacally into her, driven mad by the
pleasure of their lovemaking. He banged himself hard into her and then
collapsed onto her back as his orgasm shot out of him in a maddening rage. He
held her tightly as he emptied himself inside her. Then weakly he pulled his
limp penis out of her and slumped down onto the couch next to her.

She lifted
herself up and kissed him gently on the lips. Then she brought down her head and
sucked his penis vigorously for a while. It responded warmly to her, soon
becoming strong and rigid again. She climbed onto the couch astride his thighs and
grabbed his cock in her hand. She gently inserted it into her vagina and pushed
it all the way in. Then she began to dance her waist back and forth, swallowing
him in and out of her pussy.

She began to moan
and scream helplessly, slapping her buttocks onto his strong thighs. She rode
him like a crazed nymphomaniac, crying out his name and pumping herself up and
down frantically. He grabbed her breasts and fed them into his mouth. He sucked
hard on her nipples until she gasped aloud and collapsed onto him, defeated by
the powers of climax. He pressed her with his hands to himself, enjoying the
feel of her naked body. He held her like that until her orgasm swept over.

Thirteen

He was driven in
his limo to the orphanage.

He introduced
himself to the orphanage’s superintendent, an imposing woman with a big frame
but a well-proportioned body. She had a surprisingly strong handshake. He spent
more than fifteen minutes at her office, after which she went with him to the
class of thirty five children and introduced him.