Eight

Ryan was in his late forties but that did not stop him from going to the red-light district every once in a lackluster while to get himself a hooker that would slake his uncanny sexual desires and fetish.

Miles away from the sparring mafias was Ryan in his dim-lit apartment dipping his shaft into a hooker whose legs were spread wide apart and her four limbs tied to the four corners of his bed.

"Say it," he ordered with a moan as he dipped his shaft and retracted it away slowly, staring into the eyes of the helpless buxom blonde lady tied to his bed. She had green eyes, a pointed nose, an unblemished face, evenly sized bouncy boobs complemented with upright nipples that jiggled as he penetrated her, faded abs on a flat tummy, a moist front bottom that stretched as Ryan's colossal shaft plunged into it, and long smooth legs to complete her beauty

"Fuck me, Papi." Her moan was good enough to drain a penis of all its fluid a few seconds into copulation.

Ryan groaned as he increased the speed he dipped into her. She yelled in pleasure as they shagged. The humping ritual went on for minutes on end as she shrieked "Yes Papi."

He plunged deeper and faster into her as she moaned helplessly beneath him.

He untied her when the session was done and initiated another.

He tumbled her over and rose her behind up to fit in the perfect position for his shaft to meet her dripping honey pot. She stretched her hands forward and arched her back more to further improve her doggy posture.

"Make me come, Papi." She moaned lightly.

He spanked her, leaving the smooth surface of her behind red and ready to commence the rough intercourse.

The oldie still had it in him, he moved his waist; back and forth, his rod; in and out, and his hands; spanking and slapping her sore bottom. He groaned in pleasure as her yelps of desire increased. Her boobs jiggled as they shagged in that fashion.

You would think the doggy round was the last; He turned her over to face him and shoved his face into hers, magneted his lips to hers, and shoved his tongue into her mouth as she did so in the same fashion. They smooched for a minute before resuming the carnal intercourse.

Their sweaty bodies connected. Her palms gripped his backbone and her legs wrapped around his waist. He screwed faster as her boobs jiggled faster. A forty-year-old humping and moaning as he enjoyed the youthful glory of a Spanish hooker.

The groan was louder when he plunged his last, a satisfactory climax right before his phone rang.

He pulled out and stretched his hands to grab his phone on the nightstand.

Samuel calling…

"What could it be this time?" he muttered under his breath, fatigued from the act he had just engaged in. He looked back at his bed to see the hooker worn out and asleep already. He picked up the call.

"Did I wake you?" the voice at the other end of the phone, Samuel, asked.

"No, but you ruined something. What is it?"

"It is the third one in a week. You got to get you a wife fool"

"Did you call me in the middle of the night to give me dating advice?"

"No. I …"

"Then what is it?"

"It is the Esposito family. There was a clash between them and the Giuliano family. It is a shit show over here. How soon can you get here?"

"Where is 'here'?" Ryan got up and began searching for his shoes and clothing as Samuel replied,

"The Wizen warehouse, off Provin…"

"I am on my way."

Ryan cut off the call and got dressed in a jiffy.

He spent not more than a minute getting ready and when he was done, he picked up his badge from the nightstand and headed out.

On his badge was written INTERPOL.

***

"What is the situation?" Ryan asked Samuel as he got out of his car parked right in front of the yellow 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tape that fenced the crime scene.

Police cars encompassed the whole perimeter and the police that came with them roamed all over assessing the place and collecting evidence from the crime scene.

The blue and red blinking lights of police sirens gave color to the homochromatic crime scene.

"We have the dead body of one of the most revered Capo in Southern Italy lying with his brains splattered across the floor"

"Who? Ricci Esposito?"

"No," They walked into the crime scene where Ryan could now make out the bodies sprinkled all over and amid the bodies was the brain of lifeless Baccio decorating the crime scene, "Baccio Giuliano," Samuel continued.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Someone cover that up!" Ryan snarled.

"We have tire marks of multiple cars fleeing the scene. Here, let me show you something," Samuel dragged Ryan over to where crawl marks from Cassie graced the floor.

"This was a parley gone wrong. Forensics say the person in question is a lady who crawled from there to here where she was taken away. What troubles me is who could have been so important to the organization that they would exchange for their lifelong rival? Do you think it was the Lucy Esposito?" Samuel went on.

Ryan who was distracted from the conversation, due to the horrific sight of the crime scene, regained attention when he heard the name, Lucy.

"It could not have been." He composed.

"Well, we have to find out who it was"

"This is the aftermath of the mansion massacre. Shocking"

"Yeah, I would hate to be any of these guys"

"Have you seen the body of his son? Corleone?"

"No"

"We have to assume he escaped then."

Ryan and Samuel paraded the crime scene discussing what must have transpired an hour before they arrived at the crime scene.

"Whose blood is that? I see blood but not a body that the blood came from" Ryan observed the scene and then pointed out something the police and forensics had missed.

Samuel called for the forensic expert to take a sample of the blood and test it.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Samuel asked.

"Unless it is about finally getting enough evidence that will get me the Esposito family then, no! I am not thinking what you're thinking Samuel".

Samuel was a few years older than Ryan but lacked the rank to complete the superiority. He was in the Polizia di Stato and assigned to work with Ryan on the five-year-long case_ the case to bring down the Esposito syndicate.

Ryan was the Interpol officer that was assigned to the case.

"Four years in and we can already read each other's minds."

"Five."

"Damn, it's been that long?"

"Yeah," he replied but his attention was on the crime scene and his gaze fixated on the blood as he tried to assess the scene and come up with his theory. "I need results for this blood sample please" he bellowed to the Forensics that ran the blood sample for tests to find out who it came from.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Hey sir, we've got something." The forensic expert called out from a tent where he fiddled with a computer

"I guess we will find out," Ryan answered and walked over to the tent. Samuel trudged behind.

"The blood belongs to Ricci Esposito of the …"

"Esposito Syndicate" the enthusiastic policemen chorused.

Ryan was not as happy as Samuel expected him to be with the discovery. He was worried and concerned about the discovery.

Shocked at Ryan's reaction, Samuel asked, "I thought you would be happier at such a discovery? We finally have evidence tying the Capo to a crime scene. This is what we will use to bring them down."

"I know. Bag the evidence." Ryan said as he stormed out of the perimeter, under the yellow tape, into his car, and zoomed off into the horizon of the rising sun.

***

"Get the fucking doctor" Lorez thundered to one of the men as they rushed Ricci to his colorless study and placed him on the table.

The doctor arrived at the house before the troupe pulled up into the compound. He stood at the door of the study while Lorez screamed.

"I will take it from here." The doctor said.

"Well, you better."

The doctor called in three mobsters that would work with him and closed the door behind him before he began an hour of surgery on Ricci.

Ricci lay almost lifeless on the table. The blood in his system was not enough to keep him alive for another hour. The doctor stopped the gushing blood from flowing and installed a syringe, connected to a pint of blood that one of the mobsters held up, into his system and commenced his operation.

Outside the study room, Lorez sat scared and worried. His thoughts raced to the gunfight that he survived and blamed himself for not protecting his capo.

This is all her fault, he thought, wait a minute, where is she?

He stood up and raged to the sitting room where he met Cassie sitting in fear and the shock from the experience of the night.

She recalled the gunfight that transpired and how she saved Ricci by pressing on his gun wound from the warehouse to the house.

The moment he dropped in front of her, she applied pressure on his wound to stop the blood from flowing and called Lorez for them to get out of there when she heard the sound of the police from afar off so by the time the police arrived the warehouse, not a mobster could be seen.

She kept applying pressure to the bullet wound in the car where Lorez barked orders over the phone to the men at home to get the doctor prepared.

On the tensed journey back to the lair, Ricci wheezed; a sign of life that gave hope to Lorez, Cassie, and the mobster who drove.

"Why did the pig's son ask for an exchange? What the hell gave him that idea" he yelled at Cassie in the sitting room.

"He wanted his father. The real question is; Why did your boss answer the meeting? I thought you lot did not want me anymore?" Cassie's slight disgust for Lorez had not faded in the days she was not close to him and it showed as she replied to his question.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, you were a means to end the Giuliano once and for all and again you proved useful as bait and distraction"

"So what am I doing here then? Why not send me out?"

"You will stay here until the Capo recovers," Lorez ordered.

"Okay."

"Okay"

The awkward stillness between Cassie and the characters she would write about in her book was becoming a thing, even at that moment, until she broke the ice.

"So if he dies, you become the next in charge right?"

"If he dies, I die." Lorez's tone reduced. He was a bit scared.

"Why is that?"

"His mother will kill me"

"His Mother?"

A loud knock came from the front door, almost immediately when Cassie asked.

"Porca Vacca!" Lorez cussed, "She is here"

"Who is here?"

"If I were you, I'd stay out of sight." He walked out of the sitting room, past the large entrance of the mansion to the front door.

Behind the door was Lucy Esposito; Southern Italy's most revered, Godmother of the Esposito Syndicate, and Mother to Ricci. Alone.

She knew how to move alone and avoid any and every attention. She stayed below the radar and thrived there, surviving as the shadow that oversaw the organization with an iron fist while her son ran the day-to-day. She knew not to bother him unless something bad had happened or some external forces threatened the organization_ this was one of those rare times.

Lorez gulped before he opened the door to let her in.

The door creaked open slowly, making the ether very strained to Lorez and the other mobsters in the house. Cassie watched from a corner, invisible to the army that waited to greet their Godmother.

The orange light of the dawn's sun cast Lucy's figure into a shadow and her real image progressively became discernable as she stepped foot into the house.

She must be older than she looks, the first thought that came to Cassie's mind when Lucy became completely visible.

All the gangsters bowed as she sauntered majestically into the house.

"Where is my son?" her Italian accent was concentrated and the tone of her voice commanded authority. She sounded incredibly calm for someone whose son almost died.

"He lives," Lorez answered trying to be bold enough but shaken at what she might do to him.

"Where the fuck is he?"

"In the study"

"Want to tell me what the fuck he is doing there?"

"He is getting treated by Guisseppe"

"Take me to him"

She forced open the door of the study and walked in while Lorez followed behind her.

"You can't be in here" Guisseppe, the family doctor, said as he gestured for them to leave.

He had gone far with the treatment; the open wound was sealed and the second pint of blood was being injected into comatose Ricci.

Lucy disregarded his request and walked further to where her son lay. She stood over him, her face lacking emotion, she said to Lorez, "You were supposed to protect him"

"It was that bastard Cor…"

"You know what happens if he does not survive this, yes?"

"I do."

"Good."

She bent, kissed her son's forehead, and brushed her thumb across his eyebrows.

"You better survive this Figlio," she said before she walked out of the room. Lorez followed and shut the door behind them.

"I will be back in two days to check up on him and he better be breathing."

"He will be," Lorez said.

"I'm going to go take care of shit"

As she walked toward the door, her attention was caught by someone lurking in the shadows.

"Who are you?" Lucy asked without looking at the spot the apparition lurked.

Slowly and fearfully, Cassie emerged from the shadows. "Hello"

"Who the fuck is she?"

"Just some girl we picked up from the road"

"She is the reason Ricci went to that meet, correct?" Lucy turned to look at Cassie.

"She was used as…"

"Good, she does not leave until I return"

"Yes, Boss" Lorez bowed.

Lucy walked out of the mansion and into her car. She hit the road, zooming off into the horizon of the rising sun.

***

Lucy was halted by a car that had a low-budget siren planted on its roof, as she drove, miles away from her son's house. She slowed her car to a standstill and waited for the cop to alight from the car.

Fucking Police, she thought.

Out of the car sprang Ryan who sauntered loftily to Lucy.

"Fuck" Lucy cursed under her breath

Ryan knocked on her tinted car window and gestured for her to drop it.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I knew I'd find you here" Ryan smirked.

"What the fuck do you want?" she asked, sterner than she was the first time.

"You look good Lucy." They had history and it was obvious.

"I will not ask again. What the fuck do …"

"Is he alive?"

The question infuriated Lucy. She started the engine of her car in an attempt to speed off.

"Is our son alive?" Ryan queried.