THE ELENA AGENDA
A JACK WOLF NOVEL
Nicholas Hamilton
The Elena Agenda
Published by Nicholas Hamilton at Smashwords
Copyright by Nicholas Hamilton 2008
All rights reserved
ISBN 978-1-4661-6678-3
To my wife with love.
The author would like to acknowledge: Everyone that gave me encouragement and especially my test subjects.
Chapter I
It was a little after Ten P.M. and Tony was just pulling up to the Trap. The bar was the regular meeting place for Tony and his crew. If you were in the Trap tonight, you were one of Tony’s guys.
He felt like king of the world, which is why Tony had called the meeting. The deal he had just made would net them another fifteen million a year with Sarah’s father’s import/export business. He had seen his new partner’s operation and was quick to sign on.
And what the fuck was with the one name deal, he thought. Elena? Who the fuck does that? She gave Tony the creeps, but all he would have to do is figure out when he could get rid of her and take over everything for himself.
He looked in the rear view mirror and examined his face. No scratches, but Sarah was starting to fight back a little too much. Gotta get rid of that bitch soon, he thought as he got out of the silver Audi TT and shut the door. Tony could still feel Sarah’s dried blood and juices on his cock. Smiling at the feel of it, he walked to the bar and a sudden shiver ran up his spine. He paused and looked around cautiously, ultimately deciding it was just the cold night air.
After pushing through the heavy double doors, the sight that met his eyes made him gag. The two bouncers were in large pieces on the floor and blood red was the new interior paint. The instinct to run was strong, but he fought it off. Tony forced himself to continue and pulled his Beretta. Trying to step carefully through the slaughter, he tried to think of who might be responsible. Maybe the new partner, but what would that get her? It would be impossible to tell for sure without some looking into.
The scene inside the bar was worse than the entryway. The normally neon and fluorescent washed interior had been plunged into almost utter blackness. A weakly lighted clock on the far back wall provided slight differences in silhouettes and a slowly swaying fluorescent light over a billiards table revealed what was left of Tony’s crew. Parts of them covered everything.
His hand started to shake. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, Tony held it over his nose to try and filter some of the stench. Then he saw the owner’s head sitting on the bar staring back at him. “Aw, Sam…ffffuck!”
“Hello, Anthony.”
Jerking his head to the left, Tony brought his weapon in the direction of the voice. His hand was still shaking. “Who the fuck are you?” He yelled at the figure sitting in the dark. “Who do you work for?”
The man with the gravelly voice picked up his tumbler filled with amber liquid and brought it in the direction of his mouth where it disappeared into the shadows. The glass was put back empty.
“I asked you a fuckin’ question. Who, the fuck are you?” Tony had lowered his voice in an effort to appear more in control.
“My name is Jack Wolf and I decided it was time to speak with you concerning certain business dealings you have entered into.”
“Whu…? You mean about my new partner? Did she fuckin’ send you?”
The man in the shadows chuckled. “No, I am here as a free agent. A free agent that does not see your and your new partner’s union as being beneficial to my needs.”
Tony’s face became confused. “It was my fuckin’ wife, wasn’t it? That chicken shit cunt finally get da balls to hire someone?” He started to laugh and almost slipped in a puddle of blood.
“Careful, Tony, there’s a lot of mess down there. Don’t want to get that suit dirty. Italian, isn’t it? As far as your wife is concerned, she didn’t hire me. I’m doing this for…other reasons.”
The last thing Tony saw before he died were dazzling white teeth with horrifically long incisors.
Jack Wolf roared across the Chicago city limits on his black and red, 1947 Indian Chief. His powerful frame was completely encased in vintage riding gear. The cold October air whipped past the beast of a bike, trailing the bottom of Jack’s duster in the wind.
The state-of-the-art wireless system of the vintage looking helmet started to chime, making him aware of the incoming call to his cell phone. He pushed the small button just inside the lower right ridge of the helmet to key the call. “Wolf,” he answered.
“Hiya, Jack!” Rana’s young, smooth voice came to him through the speakers. “Everything’s here. You want me to unpack, or do you think we won’t be staying that long?”
“Go ahead and unpack. I think we’ll be here for a while and I’ve been meaning to set up a house in Chicago anyway. I lost the last one in the fire”
“Great! I’ve always wanted to do some partying in Chi Town and I hear that some pretty kick ass magic users come through here from all over.”
“It should be a pretty good time for you. Did you cast those spells on the house and grounds yet?”
“Fuck’s sake, Jack, I been done with that for a couple hours.”
“Good, I’ll be home in a while.”
Hans Mezmer watched the police filter in and out of the bar. He could smell that all of the body bags contained male meat, one of which was his mistress’ new partner. She was not going to be happy.
He had been sent to spy on the meeting, but Hans was obviously a little late. No, she was not going to be pleased at all. Once he was satisfied that everyone in the bar was dead, he made his way back to the rented Mercedes.
The door buzzer woke Thomas Roman from his light sleep. The red numbers on his digital clock glared back 12:30. “What the fuck,” he said with a groan and Rolled off the bed grabbing his Sig Sauer.40.
The buzzer sang again before he could get there. Standing to the left side of the door, he was careful not to look through the peep hole. That could get you a bullet in the eye. “Who is it?” He had his left hand on the door knob and his weapon in his right.
“FBI,” said a woman’s voice from the other side and it was accustomed to authority.
A confused look crossed Thomas’ face. What in the hell would the FBI be doing here at twelve thirty in the morning, he thought to himself. “Take out your ID, back up to the wall and hold both hands in front of you.”
“Kay,” came the voice again, sounding slightly amused.
He gave her a few seconds and cautiously opened the door, leading with his weapon. She was against the wall, both hands in front of her. The ID was in her right hand. She was about five feet nine or ten and very attractive. Her hair was dark brown and straight. There was no jewelry, that he could see, and she was wearing a floor length, black trench. Her expensive looking pant suit was also black.
“Is that a Sig?” She asked and came off the wall, slowly. She kept the ID out and both hands in front of her. “I’ve been thinking about getting one. How’s it handle? Is it a.40 or a.45?”
Thomas stepped back, letting the door swing open. “Come on in, Agent McCallister.”
“Call me Trinity,” she said walking passed him and putting her ID away.
“So what brings the FBI to my apartment so late in the evening?” He closed the door and followed her in.
“I prefer to think of it as early morning.” She had turned to face him and she was smiling. “Nice abs, by the way.”
He now felt a little awkward standing in front of her in his tie string sleep pants.
Trinity pulled out a very compact cell phone, opened it and handed it to Thomas. “Hit the call button.”
He did as he was asked and then put the phone to his ear. The Chief picked up on the second ring. To Trinity, it seemed like Thomas stood just a little straighter.
“Yes, it’s Thomas Ro…yes, sir. No, sir…yes, you’re the boss.” He closed the cell and handed it back to her. “I guess I’m your bitch for the next few days.”
Trinity gave a small laugh. “More of a tour guide.”
“Sure, whatever.” He waived his hand dismissively. “I’ll get dressed.”
Fifteen minutes later, they were in her car and heading north. The car was a black, top of the line Crown Vic. Thomas had changed into Levis, a white T-shirt, black, lace up, boots and a black Nautica pullover fleece with a collar. His weapon was in a horizontal holster at the base of his back and he also carried two extra magazines on his belt.
“Nice ride.”
“Thanks. Company car.”
Thomas looked at the side of her face as she drove. She hadn’t said anything since leaving the apartment. “Where we goin’?”
“There was a murder earlier tonight. Actually, it was more like a massacre.” She constantly checked the rear view as she drove. “It took place at a bar called The Trap.”
“That’s in the Heights.”
“That is correct.”
“I’m CPD, what do you need me for?”
“Anthony Stanzo was one of the vics. Some dirty cops and a few other shady characters were also killed.
This got Thomas’ attention. “Tony Stanzo? Cops and bad guys have been trying to nail that slimy fuck for years.” He was quiet for a few seconds and then settled back in his seat. “We’re going to talk to his wife.” It wasn’t a question.
Trinity had stopped for a red light. Turning her head in his direction, she smiled. “See, I knew I made the right choice. Your Captain tried to tell the Chief different, but I had already made up my mind.” The light turned green and Trinity hit the gas.
“How’d it go down?” Thomas asked, ignoring the compliment.
“Everyone was torn to pieces. The bar owner’s head was sitting on top of the bar, next to Stanzo’s. If it weren’t for ID, we wouldn’t have known who was there.”
“Torn apart? By lots of gunfire or by some kind of sharp object?”
“Neither. They were ripped apart. The ME says it looks like a pack of wild dogs tore the poor fuckers up.”
“That’s a little over the top, not to mention a little hard to believe.”
Trinity had stopped in front of a warehouse looking building. She turned towards him with a smirk. “Isn’t it?”
Thomas guessed that the building had been turned into a couple of really nice lofts and he had to admit, even though she was a Feeb, he liked her smile.
When they got to the door, they saw two buzzers. “Do you know who the other loft belongs to?” Thomas asked as he looked up.
“Mrs. Stanzo’s sister, Electra Spathis.” She reached out and hit the buzzer.
“Have they been notified?”
“Yeah, I had a patrol car swing by earlier.”
About thirty seconds ticked by before the buzzer was answered.
“Yes?” It was a female voice.
Trinity hit the talk button. “Mrs. Stanzo? It’s Special Agent McCallister from the FBI and Detective Thomas Roman from the Chicago Police Department. We need to speak with you about your husband. Is now a good time?”
A few seconds passed and the door buzzed, releasing the lock. Thomas pulled the door and let Trinity enter first.
The freight elevator was a short distance inside. The walls of the building were maroon except for a two foot strip of white that went all the way around the interior. The elevator creaked its way to the second floor and opened onto a twelve foot hallway. There was a door to the left, which looked to be for the stairs, but there was no sign. The loft door was about six feet wide, ten feet tall and made out of thick steel.
Just as they reached the door, it was slid to the side on its track by a stunningly beautiful young woman. Thomas guessed her to be about twenty six or twenty seven. She had a roundish face, surrounded by long, curly, dark brown hair. She was about five foot seven, with wider shoulders that went down to a narrow waist. Her hips were full and her breasts were much larger than one would expect for a woman of her size.
Thomas tried not to stare, but it was a little difficult. She wore a very low cut, dark red sweater, the bottom of which came up high enough to expose the lower part of her belly; hip hugger jeans and no shoes or socks.
“Detective, Agent,” the young woman said as she nodded to both respectively. “My sister has been through a lot this evening. Is there any way we could do this at a more decent hour?”
Thomas spoke first. “Ma’am, I realize this is probably not the best time and we have the deepest sympathy for your sister’s loss, but we just have a few questions.”
“Uh…Ma’am?” Ellie’s eyebrows went up at the insult.
“It’s okay, Ellie,” Sarah called from inside the loft. “I might as well get this over with. Let them in.”
Ellie gave Thomas a hard look as she moved to the side to let them enter. Trinity and Thomas stepped past the younger sister and saw Mrs. Stanzo sitting at the kitchen table. She was holding a coffee cup in both hands and her elbows rested on the table top. The smell of fresh coffee hung in the air.
Trinity stepped up to the table and Thomas hung back by the entrance. “We’re very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Stanzo and I apologize about the late hour. We just have a few questions.”
“Thank you for your sympathy, but I’m glad Tony’s dead. He was a piece of shit.” She turned her face so they could both see her badly bruised and swollen shut right eye. “My husband did this to me on a regular basis and you don’t even want to know what the rest of my body looks like. Also, I don’t think I could prove it, but I’m pretty sure Tony was mixed up in some kind of mob stuff.”
“I’m glad someone finally got the fucker, or I was gonna do it myself!” Ellie hissed.
“Ellie!”
“It’s okay, Mrs. Stanzo, if it were my sister, I would have probably already killed the guy,” Thomas commented.
“Can you both account for your whereabouts this evening?” Trinity asked.
“I came home shortly after work. It was probably around nine. You can check my office for the exact time I left because we have to use security cards. After my husband beat me up and raped me, he left at about nine forty-five. I called my sister’s cell phone at about ten. I used my home phone to call her, I’m sure you can check those records too. Ellie got here about ten fifteen.”
“Sounds good.” Trinity turned to Ellie. “And you?”
“I was at a modeling gig till about nine forty-five and then started the drive here. My sister called me about ten and I got here about ten fifteen. Do you want the name, number and address of the photographer I was working for?”
“That would be great.” She turned toward Thomas. “Could you let her write it down in your note pad?”
“Sure.” He took out his note pad and handed it to Ellie with a pen.
“What exactly happened to my husband?” Sarah asked.
Trinity moved closer to Sarah and kneeled down at her side. She placed a hand on Sarah’s knee and looked her in the eye. “Your husband was at a bar on the South Side, along with some of his business associates. We believe your husband was meeting with these men to discuss some criminal activity. Other individuals entered the bar, possibly some of your husband’s rivals, and killed everyone there. Your husband suffered a great deal before he died.”
Sarah looked at Trinity for a long moment, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Good.”
Trinity then stood and walked to where Thomas was standing. “I think we’re done here.” She looked at both women then turned her attention to Thomas. “Unless you have any further questions, Detective?”
“I’m good,” Thomas said with a slight shake of his head.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Trinity walked back to Sarah and handed her a business card. “If you can think of anything that might help identify the perpetrators, please give me a call at any time. Even if you,” she looked at Ellie, “either of you, just feel like talking.”
“Thank you, Agent McCallister.”
Ellie remained silent.
“Call me Trinity.” As she and Thomas were walking out the door, she stopped and turned back to the two women. “Does the name Jack Wolf mean anything to either of you?”
“No,” Ellie answered first.
“No, Trinity, should it?”
“I guess not.” She smiled again. “Thanks for your time.”
Outside, Thomas stopped to take in a deep breath of the crisp October air. “So what’s going on?” He asked, exhaling.
“What did you get from that whole thing?” She was walking to the car and hit the button on the key fob to shut off the alarm.
“Well, with the air tight alibis, it’s a strong possibility they hired someone for the job if they had anything to do with it. Good luck trying to pin anything on ‘em and good luck getting a D.A. in Cook County to prosecute an abused wife, especially one that was married to that slimy fuck.”
“Is that it?” She asked, standing on the driver’s side of the car.
“Well, I also learned that you don’t give a shit if she had anything to do with the murder, but you’re likin’ some guy named Jack Wolf for it. How’m I doing so far?”
She smiled. “Fairly well. Let’s go, I want to check into the hotel.”
Thomas shook his head. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but instead of you and me running back and forth from your hotel to my place, it would be a helluva lot easier if you just stayed in my guest room.”
Trinity thought about it for a few seconds and then nodded. “Sold.”
Ellie watched the cops as they had their discussion, got into the car and pulled away from the curb. She turned to her sister. “They’re gone. How do you think it went?”
Sarah shrugged. “I’m not sure if they think I had anything to do with Tony’s death, but it really doesn’t matter, our alibis are air tight. I just can’t believe my stroke of luck.”
“Do you know that guy she was talking about?”
“Never heard of him.” Sarah got up from the table and refilled her coffee cup.
“Sarah?”
She turned to face her sister. “Ellie, I swear I don’t know the guy.”
Ellie walked back to the table. “I’m just worried that he might be one of Tony’s enemies and try to come after you next.”
Sarah shook her head. “Everyone knew that I had nothing to do with Tony’s business affairs. I don’t think we really need to worry about anyone coming after me.”
Ellie, apparently satisfied with the discussion, went to the door. “I’m going to take a bath and try to get some sleep. I have some errands to run tomorrow and that party tomorrow night, but I’ll check on you in the morning.”
“I have to call Tony’s mother right now and I’ll probably drive over there and stay the night. I’ll be going into work right after that, but call me on the cell.”
“How do you think Momma will take the news?”
“I’m not sure. She hated they way he treated me. He treated her like dirt too so I really don’t know how she’ll take it.”
“I love you, Sarah.”
Sarah smiled. “I love you too, little sis.”
“Why weren’t you there?” She stood looking out of the floor length window, her back to him.
Hans was shaking with fear. “M-Mistress, I vas held up.”
“Do you really think that is an acceptable excuse?”
“N-No, Mistress. If dere is anysing I con do…”
“Do you know who the killer is?”
“It vas a man-volf, Mistress. I picked up his spore, but could not follow it.”
“Really? Interesting,” she said reflectively. “Someone from the Community has gotten involved.” She turned toward the window. “Leave me.”
“But, Mistress…”
LEAVE ME!
The words burned into his brain. Hans almost fell twice trying to leave the room and wet himself on the way.
“Jack, where are you?”
“I stopped off to have a couple of drinks and a smoke, since you have a smoking ban on the house.”
“Well, it’s disgusting.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Are you coming home tonight?”
“Yes, I’ll be home in a bit.”
“Sounds good. No fights, okay?”
“No fights, Rana.” Jack closed the cell with his fingers and slipped it into the left, inside pocket of his jacket. He looked down and smiled at the young man on the floor, his right fist being crushed in Jack’s left hand. “You wouldn’t call this a fight, would you?”
“N-No, s-s-sir.” The man’s voice was barely audible to the people standing in a circle, taking in the scene.
“You are going home now.”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Are you sorry for your behavior?”
“P-Please, s-sir, I can’t ffffeeelll my h-hand.”
Jack let the hand go, reached down and helped the man to his feet. He gave Jack one last look before meekly retreating out of the bar.
The crowd slowly went back to their business and the band started up again. Jack turned to the girl who had been at the center of the commotion. “Are you okay?” Jack asked.
“Oh, yes. I can’t thank you enough,” the young Chinese girl said with a huge smile on her face. “Larry is such an asshole. I was going to stop seeing him anyway.”
“Are you going to be okay with your friends?”
“Yeah, I was out with them anyway. Larry followed me here.”
“Good. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get back to my drink.”
Thomas was lying in his bed and thinking about the events of the night. After getting Trinity situated, he had changed back into his sleep pants and crawled under the covers. The Chief, not his Captain, the fucking Chief, orders him to work with a Feeb that shows up at his apartment in the middle of the night. The Feeb is working the massacre of a fairly small time wise guy, but doesn’t really give a shit about it, only some guy named Jack Wolf. He didn’t even know why he was picked as a baby sitter since she seemed to know her way around the city anyway. Thomas thought that it was definitely going to be a strange few days.
And why would she need to carry the kind of fire power she was packing? He had noticed the twin.44 Bull Dogs when she was getting settled in the guest room. Definitely not FBI issue. One of those was hard enough for someone to use, but two?
Jack had finished a glass of Glenfiddich, two Half and Half’s and a half a pack of Lucky Strikes, non-filter, as he enjoyed the bar. He loved bars and pubs. The energy, the smells, the conversations, the interactions…
This particular pub, Fàdos, was Irish in its design. Three levels dedicated to different periods in Irish history and each level painstakingly pieced together from artifacts shipped directly from Ireland. The softer lighting complimented the rich woods and brass throughout the interior. Paintings depicting scenes of Ireland from days gone by were placed strategically on the walls.
The young girl he had helped earlier was across the room, behind him with her friends. They had been talking to each other about him since the incident had ended. All three women had brushed off several attempts from men who were very interested in making conversation. They made it clear it wasn’t going to happen.
He could smell their sex getting stronger the more they talked about what had happened and finally had enough liquid courage to approach. Jack turned in his stool just before they reached his seat, which made them stop dead in their tracks.
“How did you know we were coming?” The Chinese girl asked.
Jack laughed. “Actually, I was going to go to the bathroom. I guess it was just fortunate that I turned around to your three lovely faces.”
“Oh my god, you speak Chinese!” She started laughing and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
The other two women stared at Jack and their friend as they spoke.
He then turned his attention to the other two. “I’m sorry; I wasn’t trying to be rude. Is there something I can do for the three of you?”
“I’m Jenny Tan, but everyone just calls me Tan.” Tan pointed to her red headed friend, “That’s Tabitha and this,” she grabbed the arm of her other friend, who had cocoa butter skin, “is Alicia.” She laughed again. “I still can’t believe you were just speaking in Chinese.”
Jack smiled at the three. “It’s very nice to meet the three of you.”
“Well, anyway, we were talking about what had happened and we’re a little uneasy about walking home by ourselves and we were wondering if you would mind walking us home?”
“I would be honored to walk you home. Do you live close by?”
Alicia spoke up. “We’re all staying at my place and it’s right around the corner”
“Do you want to go now?” Tabitha blurted.
“Tabitha!” The other two exclaimed.
Jack let out a hearty laugh. “Yes, we can go now.”
“Okay, great!” Tan said. “We just need to get our jackets.”
The cool night air felt good on Jack’s face. He walked between Tan and Alecia. Within a minute of stepping out of the bar, he heard footsteps coming from behind and a blade popping out of its housing.
“You fuckin’ cock sucker!”
They all turned as Larry yelled. Jack caught Larry by the wrist and twisted it quickly, snapping the bones.
“Oh, fuck! You broke my fuckin’ arm! You broke my fuckin’ arm!”
Jack held Larry in the air by his now useless appendage.
“Larry, you piece of shit!” Tan yelled at him and delivered a solid kick to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him.
Jack grabbed the front of Larry’s jacket in his right hand and held him in the air. The three women stared in awe. He then raised Larry above his head to allow the young man to see the gravity of his situation.
“I’m going to give you one final chance. If you come near these girls again, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes.”
Jack dropped him to the ground. “Don’t get up until we’re gone, do you understand?”
Larry nodded and remained where he was, clutching his useless hand.
Turning to the three women, Jack smiled at their open stares. “Just around the corner?”
Chapter II
Rana woke to the smell of fresh coffee. Looking over to the night stand, she saw a cup filled with the steaming liquid and smiled. She shuffled out of her room holding the cup in both hands, down the stairs and into the living room. Jack was sitting on the leather couch and was reading the Chicago Tribune. Rana was sure he knew she was there, but she watched him anyway and took the occasional sip of her hot brew.
He wore cream colored slacks, cuffed, a Navy blue, roll neck, knit sweater, Navy socks and no shoes. His right leg was crossed over his left.
“You got laid last night.” She wasn’t asking. Taking another sip from the cup, Rana walked to the couch.
“Good morning, sunshine.” He smiled up at her, folded the paper and let it drop to the floor. He looked at her feet and then back into her eyes. “I see you found your slippers.”
“Yeah, finally,” she said with some annoyance.
Rana was wearing nothing else but her coveted Batman Slippers.
“Still looking for the bunny ones.” She bent over and gave him a light good morning kiss. “Here, hold this.”
He took the mug, which left Rana free to straddle him. She took the mug back. “You got laid last night.”
“How crude.”
“Fuck you, you got laid. How many?”
“Three.”
“Three? You asshole!”
“I would have invited you, but it was a little short notice.”
“Yeah, right. You just wanted them all for yourself. I can feel the energy still coming off you.” She reached into his lap and caressed him. He was already semi-hard.
“Hey!”
“Shut up and hold this again.”
She gave him the cup and got off of Jack’s lap. Rana unzipped his slacks, reached in and pulled out his semi-hard member. She first sucked on the head, the rest of the shaft soon followed as she took it deep in her throat.
After a few minutes of this, Rana straddled him again, grabbed the base of Jack’s shaft in her left hand and placed the head against her vaginal lips, which were slick with juices. Without a word, she lowered herself, completely engulfing him.
“Fuck! I love your cock!”
Rana’s head was back and her eyes closed. Jack watched her, still holding the cup of coffee. The only movement he could feel were her vaginal muscles slowly working him up and down. Five minutes of this and Rana’s head came forward, her hands on his chest.
“Goddess,” she whispered. “I’m gonna cum.” Her vaginal muscles clamped around his member and then exploded with convulsions. “I fuckin’ love that.” Rana’s head was now on his chest as her orgasm slowly subsided.
Once she was fully over the event, Rana leaned back and took her cup in both hands. A sly smile had crossed her face.
“Do you have a dress for tonight?” Jack asked.
“Yep, but I wanted to do a little shopping to see if there was anything I liked better.” Rana took a sip from the cup as she worked her hips in slow circles. “I have to go to Jeweler’s Row any way to pick up the stuff for the potion I’m going to use for the party.
“I’m sure that you will look incredible in whatever you decide to wear.”
“Aw, Jack, you’re too sweet,” she said smiling. After taking another sip, she asked, “Do you think she’ll be there?”
Jack shrugged. “I highly doubt it. She will most likely send a party in her stead. They don’t know what I look like, but they will be on the lookout for any Community members trying to get their hands on the amulet. Especially after what happened at the bar with Tony last night.”
“Who are we going to meet there?”
“Stefan Weiss. He’s the person that found the piece to begin with. We’re going to get it from him.”
“Why is it again that we can’t just take the fuckin’ thing?”
“Do you ever listen to me?” Jack asked, cocking his head to the side.
Rana smiled. “Of course I do, Jack, but I love to hear you talk.”
Jack smiled back. “You’re a brat. The reason we can’t take the piece is because of the curse.”
“Oh, yeah…the curse.” She took another sip from the cup. “Jack?”
“Yes?”
“Take this, I’m gonna cum again.”
Sarah was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. The swelling of her eye had gone down a great deal. She had just gotten out of the shower in one of her mother-in-law’s guest bedrooms and was about to get ready for work.
The talk with Momma had gone a lot better than expected. It seemed that Momma, though sad about her son, was actually relieved when Sarah had told her the news.
“Well, now I won’t have to worry about him killing you anymore, my little girl,” Mamma had said.
Ellie had called her a little earlier to see if she was alright. Sarah had told her she was and it wasn’t until she hung up the phone that Sara realized that she really was fine. It made her smile.
Ellie sat in the beautician’s chair while her hands and feet were worked over. She thought about how much Tony deserved to die. Despite that, she still had an uneasy feeling about possible repercussions. She then thought about the.38 in her purse and thanked God that their father had insisted they learn to shoot.
Thomas was in the kitchen, still wearing his sleep pants. He was halfway through making himself a cup of coffee, which consisted of liberal amounts of cream and sugar, when Trinity walked up to the breakfast bar. She was wearing a man’s button down, which only had one button buttoned. The shirt was pushed halfway off her right shoulder, exposing most of her right breast.
“Morning,” she said and followed it with a big yawn and stretch.
He tried not to look, forcing himself to make eye contact. “Morning. Coffee?”
“Please…black.” Her eyes were half open and she walked around the breakfast bar as Thomas was reaching for another mug.
After pouring the coffee, he turned to hand her the mug and almost dropped it. The way the shirt hung and was misbuttoned, her entire pubic area was exposed. Thomas quickly looked away.
“Uh, Trinity?”
“What? I can’t have the coffee?”
“No…I mean, yes…what I was talking about was your shirt.”
“My…?” She looked down. “Oh, shit! I forgot to put on underwear when I got up. Y’know, I was so groggy, I didn’t even think about it, just pulled the shirt on. You want me to put some on?”
“Yes…I mean, no.” Thomas took a deep breath and let it out. “What I meant is if you’re uncomfortable, maybe you should.” He still wasn’t looking.
Trinity smiled to herself. Stepping forward, she took the mug from Thomas’ hand. “It doesn’t bother me in the least. I feel very comfortable around you, but if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll put some on.” Trinity deeply inhaled the aroma of the fresh coffee. “Before I do anything though, I will need this.” Taking a drink, she looked at the mug and nodded. “Strong, good flavor. You make a good pot a Joe.”
“Thanks,” Thomas said, but still wouldn’t look at her.
She snickered at his being uncomfortable. “Thomas, if it bothers you, I’ll fix it.”
“Um…welll…”
“Okay, okay.”
Thomas felt her back away and heard the cup being placed on the small breakfast table, which was followed by a few seconds of silence.
“How’s this?”
He turned to look and Trinity was now completely naked. The shirt had been hung over one of the table’s chairs.
“Shit,” he said quietly.
She was certainly in remarkable shape. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on her body. The breasts were full and perfectly shaped. The nipples were the size of third grade pencil erasers and the areolas were dark. Her stomach was flat muscle. Thomas’ eyes dropped down to Trinity’s pubic area. The hair was closely cropped and shaped in a small, vertical line. Her legs were long and perfectly toned.
She held her arms out from her sides and slowly turned in a circle. Trinity’s back was very well defined and her buttocks were full, thick muscle. She completed the turn.
“Well?”
Thomas let out a long, slow breath and shrugged. “I will say, you seem to keep in pretty good shape,” he said with a smirk.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling back.
Pulling out the chair that kept her shirt, Trinity sat down, picked up her cup and held it with both hands. Her feet were set pretty far apart and she rested her elbows on her knees.
“Look, I’m attracted to you and I think you’re attracted to me. Even if nothing happens, wouldn’t it be nice to have this part out of the way so we can concentrate on work?”
“You are blunt, aren’t you?”
Trinity took a long drink from the mug. “I really don’t have a lot of time to mess around.”
Thomas shrugged. “You do have a point.”
She smiled. “I’m glad you agree. Now strip down so I can see the goods and we can get on with our day.”
He looked at her for a few seconds. “Aw, what the fuck.” He untied his sleep pants and let them drop to the floor.
“Holy crap! Thomas, your top half is very nice and I would have to say the bottom half really completes the package.”
“Thanks,” he said sheepishly.
“Well, are you going to turn?”
Thomas hesitated then slowly held his arms out and started the turn.
His shoulders were wide and his back tapered in a “V” down to his narrow waist. She guessed him to be about 32 inches around. The thighs were large and solid and the calves had a nice curve to them. The butt was smallish, but a nice size and tight. She was fairly impressed with his penis size and she found it odd that he had absolutely no hair on his body below the neck.
“Are you a swimmer?” She asked after he completed his turn.
“No, actually,” he said with a laugh. “It’s weird, but I just never grew any body hair.”
“Really? Interesting.” She was studying his angular face, brown eyes and wavy, light brown hair.
Thomas picked up his cup, walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. “So, what’s up for today?”
“We have to stop and pick something up from a guy we’ll be working with and then I thought we might swing by the ME’s to see if he has come up with anything new.” She looked at his penis lying on the chair. “Are you hard at all?”
Thomas looked down at himself and then back to Trinity. “No, Why?”
She took another drink from her mug, still looking at his crotch. “Impressive.”
He laughed. “So size does matter.”
She shrugged. “Not so much the length, but definitely the girth. From what I’m looking at, you don’t really need to worry about either. You shower yet?”
“Yep.”
“Damn.” She took another drink and gave him a big smile. “Well, I have to take one.”
Rana had little trouble finding the address on Jeweler’s Row. She made her way into the alley after making sure she wasn’t followed and found the side door. Just as she was about to knock on the heavy metal door, the eye plate slammed open with a clank and made her flinch.
“Yes?” A very old man asked, his voice cracking like dried leaves.
“Pick up, under Rana.”
“Do you have the payment?”
She reached in her bag and pulled out a vial of milky white liquid. “One ounce of yak sperm. You don’t even want to know how I got it. I think Viagra would probably be a lot easier for you.”
The service plate fell open, held by two chains.
“The payment!” Hissed the old man.
“Fuck. Relax.” Rana placed the vial on the plate and watched a very old, withered hand come out, grab the vile and then retreat back into the darkness.
“Hey, you want to give me my shit?”
The same withered hand slid a brown paper bag onto the plate, which Rana snatched up. The service plate closed with the same clank as the eye plate, making her flinch again.
“Nice doing business with you too, dick head.”
Back on the street, the package safely in her satchel, Rana looked up into the blue sky and relished this perfectly chilled Fall day. She jammed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and decided it was time for some shopping.
Ellie swore to herself that this would be the last store she went into.
As she entered the little shop, there were no clerks in sight. Ellie did see a very cute girl with shoulder length, dark blonde hair at one of the racks. She wore faded jeans, dark brown boots, a dark red sweater and a dark brown, leather jacket with an extremely worn leather satchel slung over her shoulder. The cute girl looked up as Ellie came in, did a slight double take, and smiled before going back to picking through the rack.
Taking their time, both girls meticulously looked through the clothes of each rack and eventually ended up at the same one. They both had a collection of things to try on and then reached for the same black Lycra mini.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you take it,” Ellie said with a smile.
The cute girl smiled back. “Actually, now that I think about it, I have a mini very similar to this one. I don’t need another.”
“I have plenty of things to try on. You go ahead.”
The cute girl laughed. “Hell, I don’t need half the stuff I have anyway. How ‘bout I try it on and if I don’t like it, you try it on. I think it would look better on your hips anyway.”
“From the stuff you have, I can tell we have very similar tastes. If you don’t like it, I probably won’t either.”
Both girls stopped talking, looked at each other and then burst out laughing.
“That’s weird, I feel like I’ve known you for years.” Ellie shifted her load to her left hand and stuck out her right. “I’m Ellie.”
“Rana. Nice to meet you,” the cute girl said as she took Ellie’s hand.
Ellie leaned closer and whispered, “Is there anyone working here?”
Rana laughed. “Yeah, some hung over college chick. She said she would be sleeping in the back and to get her when I was done.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope.”
“Hey, since we have the store, you mind if I come out for your opinion on my stuff?”
“Actually, I’m ready too. There’s only one changing room, though. You mind getting naked in front of a girl you just met?”
Ellie laughed. “Not at all. I have a sister and I do a lot of modeling. I’ve been getting naked in front of people for years.”
“Modeling? Very cool.”
Both girls made their way into the changing room. It was a little tight, but it looked like they would have the room they needed.
After putting down their things, Rana said, “Be right back.” She was back in under a minute.
“What did you do?”
Rana hooked her thumb over her shoulder. “Locked the front door. Two in here is enough.”
“You’re bad,” Ellie laughed.
They both proceeded to hang their picks on the various six hooks that went around the changing room. Rana had thrown her satchel on the ground and her jacket on top of it. Ellie hung her purse on one of the hooks, followed by her coat.
Ellie shed her beige v-neck and left her white lace bra on. When she turned and started to undo the buttons of her jeans, she saw Rana sitting on the bench opposite her and she had already taken off her top and there was no bra to be seen. Ellie guessed her new friend to be a large B or small C; maybe a 28 or 30. Rana’s pants were undone and she was working on her boots. Ellie had already kicked off her own shoes and worked her jeans over her hips, let them drop to the floor and exposed her almost sheer white boy shorts. She saw that Rana was still having trouble with her boots.
“Need some help?” She asked with a laugh.
“Could you?” Rana then looked back down at the sadistic footwear, disdain evident on her face. “Fuckin’ things,” she said with a shake of her head. “They’re still pretty new and a pain in the ass, but they look great.”
“Totally know what you’re talking about. Good fashion is always painful.” She started examining the boots to decide how best to take them off. “Okay.” Ellie grabbed the left boot and turned around, stepping over Rana’s leg so it was between hers. “Put your hands on my butt and push.”
“My pleasure,” Rana said with a giggle.
“Shut up,” Ellie snickered back.
Rana placed a hand on each cheek. “Not trying to weird you out, but you have got a great ass and I love your hips.”
“Thanks, I love your boobs,” Ellie grunted as she pulled on the boot. It gave way on the second pull and she lurched forward. “Man, those things are on there tight,” she said as she turned around and blew a lock of hair out of her face. “Ready to go again?”
Rana smiled. “Only if I get to put my hands on that exceptional ass again.”
Ellie smiled back. “How else would we get the other one off?”
She grabbed the right boot and did as before. Rana placed a hand on each cheek again, but this time she snuck her fingers under the fabric of Ellie’s underwear and gave each fleshy muscle a good squeeze.
Ellie smiled to herself. “Good placement?”
“Oh yeah.”
Ellie grunted as she pulled the boot and accidentally pulled Rana’s leg up to where the shin was actually made hard contact with her pubic bone. After another good pull, the boot came off and she lurched forward again.
“Next time…I’ll need some form of payment.” Ellie threw the boot on the floor. “That was actual work.”
“Anything you want, sweet cheeks and thanks.” Rana got up and shed her jeans.
Ellie saw she wasn’t wearing panties and was completely bald below.
“Okay,” Rana said, seemingly oblivious to Ellie’s stares. “Let’s get started.”
“Uh, yeah.” Ellie shook her head to clear it.
They tried on the few casual clothes they had picked out and traded comments like, “Sweet”, “Makes your ass look fat” and “It’s okay, but maybe in a different color?”
Ellie was now back to just her bra and boy shorts. Rana was naked.
Rana had bent over to get something, exposing her entire backside for Ellie to gawk at.
Whoa, Ellie thought to herself as she stared. My body is going into total bizarro territory.
She had been attracted to the occasional woman before, but nothing like this. She had that sex feeling going on in the pit of her stomach and she could feel wetness between her legs and would be mortified if Rana noticed. Ellie had no idea why, but she felt like she could do Rana right here in the changing room.
Ellie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “So, what do you do?” She asked, deciding some casual conversation might get her mind of Rana’s nakedness.
Rana picked up a red party dress and inspected it. “Well, I’m partnered up with a guy who deals in rare artifacts and antiquities.” She decided the best way to get into the dress was from the bottom and started to put it on.
Ellie screwed up her face. She now had a black dress in her hands and was stepping into it. “That’s odd, the guy I’m seeing is an archeologist…well, not an archeologist, he hires them and then kind of forces himself on the digs.”
Rana had her dress on and had reached in the top to adjust her breasts. “We’re going to the Field Museum tonight for a party. Your boyfriend’s name isn’t Stefan Weiss, is it?”
“Okay, that’s just too weird and I’m not exactly calling him my boyfriend yet.”
This must be one of those event confluences that Jack has talked about, Rana thought to herself. “No kidding. That is weird.” She had finished her adjustments. “Well?” She asked, holding her arms out.
Ellie looked her up and down. “That looks great on you. It really compliments your figure and I like that it doesn’t have any straps.” As she looked at Rana, Ellie thought about her luck. “Y’know, I’m glad I ran into you. Now I’ll have someone to talk to at the party.” She was now adjusting her dress. “Stefan is an okay guy, except at his parties. He doesn’t talk to me and treats me like arm candy. It’s like he doesn’t think I’m smart enough to talk with the people he does business with so it’ll be very nice to have you there.” She finished adjusting and held her arms out. “What do you think?”
Rana had taken off her dress while Ellie was talking and was now giving her the once over. “I don’t want to stick my nose in your shit, but if he treats you like that at a function, that’s fucked up.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve talked with him about it and he said he would try and work on it, but he really hasn’t. I think I’m going to have another talk with him, or just move on. There are a few other things I haven’t been real happy with.”
“Fuck ‘im. I’d dump his ass, but that’s just me. Turn around, please.”
Ellie did as she was asked.
“Let’s try something.” Rana moved behind Ellie, stuck her hands under the dress and started to move it up. “Arms up.”
Ellie did as she was asked again and the dress was taken up and over her head. Rana tossed the dress on the bench and had Ellie’s bra unhooked before she could react. Her hands then snaked under the strap, around her back and along the sides of Ellie’s breasts. The undergarment was then tossed on the bench.
“Okay, let’s see ‘em.”
Ellie turned around slowly. She was slightly embarrassed and her face felt hot. She couldn’t count how many times she had been naked in a room full of people, changing for shows, or shoots, but she didn’t know how to handle this attraction. It was almost animalistic.
Rana seemed not to notice. “Fuck me to tears! Your tits are amazing!” She looked at Ellie wide eyed. “How big are they?”
Ellie shrugged sheepishly. “About a 36 Double E.”
“There is no way I’m going to let you waste these in that dress with a bra.”
Ellie almost leaned in and kissed Rana. It took everything in her not to. “Uh, you really think so?”
“Oh, yeah.” She was nodding and staring at the mounds. “Turn around.”
Ellie slowly turned and Rana hooked her thumbs in the waist band of the boy shorts and pulled them straight down. Ellie felt a charge shoot though her as one of Rana’s nipples grazed her right butt cheek.
“Step out, El.”
She put her hand on the wall for balance because she felt dizzy and stepped out of the panties.
Rana tossed the underwear on the bench and went back to her own bench, sat down, legs apart and hands on her knees. “Okay, give me a full turn.”
Ellie turned and felt her breath becoming shorter and shorter.
She stared between Ellie’s legs after the turn was completed. “I totally dig your patch,” Rana said, admiring the slightly long “V” shaped cut.
“Uh, thanks.”
“Okay, look, you are probably one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You have a gorgeous face, your tits are magnificently awesome, you have great hips, an ass to die for and legs that just look sickeningly powerful.” Rana looked Ellie in the eye. “You can’t wear any underwear with the dress.”
“None?”
“Nope,” Rana said with a shake of her head. “That’s my final decision.”
Ellie laughed. “Well, if that’s your final decision…and, thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” Ellie needed to have her. She was no longer embarrassed and stared openly at Rana. Please make the first move...please.
Rana got up and made the two steps to where Ellie stood. “Are these real? They look real.”
“Hunnert percent. Check ‘em out if you don’t believe me.” She felt like she could cum right now.
“Really?” Rana didn’t wait for a reply. Cupping them both, she kneaded the breasts with her fingers and pushed them up with her palms. “Definitely real.” She gave Ellie a sly smile, let go of the heavy breasts, turned and picked up the dress. “As much as I’d like, you can’t go to the party naked.” She maneuvered the dress in her hands. “Arms up, please.”
Fuck! Ellie thought, but put her hands up anyway.
Rana worked the dress down Ellie’s arms and then slowly over her breasts, slightly going over the nipples with the backs of her hands. She worked the dress lower and slowed down at Ellie’s buttocks. Her thumbs were hooked on the material in a way that allowed Rana to run the rest of her fingers over the flesh.
Ellie thought she was going to explode. It actually felt like her juices were about to run down the insides of her thighs.
Once Rana got the dress over the glutes, she moved her hands around the front. Pulling the material down, she brought both hands across the front and lightly grazed Ellie’s pubic hair.
Ellie’s knees almost gave out and she thought there was no way that Rana didn’t know what was going on.
Rana stood and looked Ellie over. “Fix these,” she said to herself. Reaching into the top of the dress, she used her thumb and forefinger to make sure the nipple was pointing out and used the rest of her hand to arrange the breast itself. Before taking her hand out, she gave the nipple a good roll and pinch.
“Ow,” Ellie yelped.
“Shush,” Rana said and smiled. “You know you like it.” She then repeated the process with the other breast.
Ellie was lightly touching Rana’s hips for balance. Her skin was very warm.
Rana backed up and looked Ellie over again. “This is definitely the dress for you. You can totally see your entire nipple through the material, but not too much that you look slutty. Just enough that you can claim ignorance.”
Ellie grabbed Rana by the neck and pulled her forward. Rana already had her mouth open to accept the kiss and it was a good one. Their tongues danced over each other and then Rana lightly bit Ellie’s lower lip. Ellie moaned and sucked Rana’s tongue into her mouth. When they broke the kiss, each had their arms wrapped around the other.
Rana smiled and ran her tongue over Ellie’s lips. “I was wondering if you were going to do something.”
Ellie laughed. “Why didn’t you?” She asked, exasperated.
Rana shrugged. “I’m evil.” Her breasts were pressed to Ellie’s and she moved them back and forth. “I would love to fuck you right now, but I am on a way tight schedule for the guy I work for. I’m thinkin’ we can definitely spend some time together tonight, though.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.” Ellie leaned in and kissed Rana again, slowly rolling her tongue in and out of her mouth.
Rana squeezed Ellie’s butt. “Okay…if you keep that up, I am going to fuck you.”
“Okay by me,” Ellie said slyly.
Rana finally managed to convince Ellie that it would be better if they had more time. They found the college chick asleep in the back, woke her and had their purchases rung. Once outside, the two exchanged cell numbers and Rana gave Ellie a quick peck on the lips before they walked off in different directions.
Hans watched the pair from across the street. He had been sent by the Mistress to follow Stanzo’s sister-in-law to see if she might lead him to anything useful. Even though the trivial assignment was for his earlier failure, his hopes soared at the possible prospect of this new player. There was definitely something about the blonde. He was not adept enough to tell what, but he could feel she was worth following. Hans made a command decision (rare for him) and followed the blonde.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Thomas said quietly, looking at what was left of the men from the bar.
“Yeah, think how I feel,” the ME replied. “I’ve got to put these assholes back together.” He was a shorter man, pudgy with a shiny complexion, thick black hair and small glasses over beady eyes.
Trinity had been on her cell and joined the two men when she was done. “Do you have anything new?”
The ME smiled and moved over to his desk, away from the many tables that were filled with a myriad of bad guy pieces.
“Actually, yes,” he said, picking up several pages of a lab report. Adjusting his glasses, he then cleared his throat. “These men were very probably torn apart by an animal.” He looked at the two visitors.
Blank stares were the reward for his amazing news.
“Yes,” he cleared his throat again, “well, we have recovered trace particles of the animal’s nails from some of the wounds. We have not been able to get an exact match, but we do know the animal is most likely in the family of Canis Lupus.” He looked over his glasses at the two…again nothing. He was starting to get aggravated.
“Canis Lupus?” Thomas asked.
Finally!!! “Yes, that means…”
“It’s a wolf,” Trinity finished.
Thomas looked confused and the ME was completely deflated.
“Got anything else?” Trinity asked. “I mean, ‘very probably’? Do you know how big it was?”