When Love Calls (Chapter Fourteen)

FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Early Morning Briefing

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, I need everyone to listen up and pay close attention. It has been brought to my attention shit is about ready to hit the streets of New York at an alarming proportion. What lays in front of your eyes is a full scale investigation from information, which has just come across my desk from the DEA. I will give everyone a brief minute to silently read the content within the file provided, and then this briefing will get underway.”

Marcus turned toward his PowerPoint projector. He lifted a red laser pointer.

“I will ask everyone to hold off on any questions until the PowerPoint presentation has concluded.”

Several members in the briefing room looked at one another and then in the direction of the blank white screen.

Marcus walked over to the wall and turned the lights out. He walked back over to the projector and switched it on.

“All right everyone, what’s discussed is not to be taken out of the confinements of this briefing room.”

Marcus pressed in the pointer.

“What you have here is the structure of the Delaro Syndicate Crime Family. The family has been sedate in their illegal activities. The family’s pyramid consists of several members as you can see.”

Marcus pointed the pointer at the screen.

“The Delaro Crime Syndicate Family”

Their oysters of pearls lays in
Construction
Casinos
Real Estate
Waste Management

The head of the Mafia is this man below
Joe Castellani
He is the Godfather of All Crime Syndicate Families
The second of this chain in command is a
Satori Delaro Sr.
He is considered the Boss
Next we have on this chain, an Amati.
Consigliere
Amati, who goes by the name The Hammer feeds Mr. Delaro Sr. his information by word of the street. He is considered Mr. Delaro Sr.’s right hand man.
Next in line of succession is
Satori Delaro Jr.
Mr. Satori Delaro Jr. This is the same member of the Delaro family who last night a hit was ordered on
Mr. Satori Delaro Jr is considered the
Under Boss
Mr. Delaro Jr. advised me this man a Mr. Domenico Gambino organized the hit on him. He is considered the
Caporegime

The person who has several men under his orders.

“Director Modarius, I’ve watched several mobster’s movies, and no one can order a hit within the organization without the word from the Commission’s say so.”
“Agent Blackstone, I’ve watched several gangsters moves also, it was a hit, rather orthodox or unorthodox, it happened on our streets with several innocent bystanders in attendance.”

Marcus looked back at his PowerPoint. He clicked to the next picture. “This is the organization’s soldiers.”
Marcus glanced around at his agents.

“Below are the soldiers who carry out the orders of Domenico, once again the Delaro Family’s Caporegime.

Marcus’ pointer clicked on the first two members.

“A Tango Petri have crossed my path in the past. The rest of Delaro’s soldiers, a Moretti, known as Mickey and Little Lenny were most likely in on the hit.
Soldiers
Tango Petri
Little Lenny
Moretti (Mickey)”

Marcus clicked his pointer.

“And then you have the Commission. No one knows who the active members are to date. What we do know; they are elite associates of the five families which make up the mafia. The members of the Commission are Invincible, Untouchable, Unstoppable, and Indestructible.

Marcus set his pointer down on the table. He turned off the projector. He walked over to the wall switch and flipped it up. He walked back to where the projector rested on the table.

“As of tonight, the Delaro family has become a point of interest. Last evening there was an attempt on this man.”

Marcus lifted a photograph of Mr. Delaro Jr. from out the file on his desk and held it up for the other agents to view.

“And sources have confirmed it may have been from soldiers from the Mexican Drug Lords; several Kingpins within this group have been under our radar for several years.”

Marcus placed the photograph back down on the desk.

“Now, this is where the investigation may get a bit tricky. DEA has tracked down a crate returned to customs, and once opened, what we believe inside is over three million dollars of pure cocaine, with an estimated street value well over nine million dollars. And I have to stress, whoever that crate belongs to will most likely return to retrieve it, or a blood bathe will ensue. This is where we play the good guys. I do not want a blood bathe on my street. Be advised this crate may or may not belong to the Russian Cartel.”

Scant whispers rang out in the briefing room.

“I need everyone to advise your informants on the streets, to find out, where these drugs are moving from, and to whom. Those men who were killed yesterday, were serious, and in their possession were high power weaponry. Are there any questions.”

“Director Modarius, did you singlehandedly take out these thugs, and if so, do you think there will be a retaliation on the streets.”
“To take a life should never be gloried. In as much, if the Mexican Drug Lords, stand to get a piece of that monetary value from the streets, I know there will be retaliation from Sicarios, until that crate gets delivered to the appropriate person.”
“Director Modarius, how does this Mr. Delaro, fit into the picture sir.”
“He doesn’t. Mr. Delaro is not the person of interest. In regards to his botched hit. He will have to deal with his members inside his own organization, and Mr. Delaro has been forwarded, not on my streets. If this department as to hear a peep from the Delaro family, and their crocked shit, his ass will be brought down, tried in a court of law, and then convicted.”
“Director Modarius, where is this crate now.”
“At the moment, I am not at liberty to discuss, that part of this investigation has been deemed classified by the DEA.”
“So we have to now have to deal with the Russian cartel. Haven’t the streets been victimized by the Mexican Drug Lords tainted Heroin with Fentanyl? Have this department forgot, we lost several men in that epic shootout with those Columbian fucks just last year.”
“Crime has no conscious and bullets have no names, Agent Carrey. We will protect American citizens at every level of law enforcement.”

Everyone in the briefing room nodded his or her in agreement.

ONE HOUR LATER

Marcus glanced down at his watch.

“Okay, everyone, let’s call it a day.”

Several agents placed their ink pen down on the table after taking notes.

Agent Carrey stood and stretched.

Marcus’ cell phone vibrated. He moved his suit jacket aside and lifted it from off his hip clip. He slid it open and placed it up to his ear.

“Yeah.”
“Director Modarius, we have identified the person from the video surveillance at ZD’S Art Gallery.”
“And.”
“It looks like Dmeshii has a foothold in a large quantity of cocaine and heroin hitting the streets of New York. If that crate of cocaine belongs to the Russian Cartel, the DEA and us, federal boys are going to be knee deep in toe tagging.”
“I was hoping you will not tell me that shit.”

Marcus rubbed his hand backwards through his hair.

“Do we have an address or shithole where Dmeshii and his men are holding up at.”
“I’m afraid the man is like a ghost; a ghost my department have been trying to bring down for years. With all the bureaucratic bullshit of political asylum. He’s always seem to slip through this department’s fingers.”
“I will swing over to your office.” Marcus glanced down at his watch. “In an hour.”

Marcus slipped his cell phone close and slipped it back into his hip clip.

“I will see everyone much later on, and thank you all for allowing this bureau to drag you out of your beds this early in the morning for this official briefing.”
“The next time Director Modarius, please provide the coffee,” one of the agents spoke out.”
“And the doughnuts, sir.”
“Agent Angelo, I will provide the coffee, and Agent Sari, I will not forget the doughnuts. Now everyone get out of here.”

All agents in attendance, stood and lifted their file from off the briefing room table.

Several feet marched to the door.

OYSTER BAY, LONG ISLAND
Gentleman’s Quarter Log Cabin
One Hour Later

Marcus pulled his Land Rover into the garage of his uncle’s log cabin. He rested the engine, unsnapped his seatbelt, and reached over for the two bags of groceries. Shit, he forgot the condoms once again. He looked down at his watch. He thought to himself as to what to do. He was too fatigue to hit the road again. He opened the door and reached over for the two bags of groceries from off the passenger seat. He balanced both in his arms and stepped out the car. He kicked the door close with the back of his foot.

Zaniyah crept over to the window. She pulled back the white lace curtain. She did not see anyone. She heard a door twisting in the kitchen. Zaniyah looked around the spacious sunken living room for something to grab. She lifted a brass candleholder and ran into the kitchen. She hid behind the door.

Marcus lifted the bags of groceries from off the doorstep. He pushed the door open with the tip of his foot. He stepped inside.

Zaniyah lifted the candleholder, just as Marcus turned to close the door.

Marcus sensed someone’s presence.

“Woo.”

Marcus stepped aside and ducked.

“Marcus.”

The candleholder dropped to the floor.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I thought.” Her voice quavered and then faltered. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your vehicle parked outside.”

Marcus noticed Zaniyah’s eyes were red and puffy. He set the bags down on the linoleum flooring and pulled Zaniyah’s into his arms.

“I’m sorry baby. I wish I could erase the last twenty-four hours from your memory, but I can’t.”
He palmed the sides of her face and inched her face back.
“You know I would never let anyone hurt you don’t you.”
“You promise.”
“With the last breath in my body.”

Marcus lifted Zaniyah’s face and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

Zaniyah wrapped her arms around Marcus’ waist. She scooted her body closer.

Marcus lifted his lips from off hers.  He kissed her on her forehead.

“I advised your father you will call him. He advised me to use a secure line.”

Zaniyah inched her presence back.

Marcus pulled Zaniyah back into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Trust me okay on this. Once we both get settled. We will sit by that warm fireplace you have roaring in there and talk. We will talk about you, me, our future, and getting this shit behind us, but in the meantime for that to occur. I need you to contact your father, and me, to get out of these day old clothes.”

He stole a quick kiss to her lips.

Both stepped back.

“There is a telephone in the study. I will be in the shower.”

Marcus lifted the two bags of groceries from off the floor, and carried them over to the cooking island. He set them down. He bent over and lifted the candleholder from off the floor and placed it near the bags of groceries.

“Marcus.”

Marcus turned around.

“Yeah, beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.”
“We have a log cabin to ourselves, and no outside influence. I’m sure you could think of various ways to show me how thankful you truly are.”

He winked at her.

Zaniyah blushed.

Marcus walked out the kitchen.

Zaniyah walked in the direction of the study.

DELARO’S COMPOUND
Younkers, New York

Mr. Delaro heard his cell phone ringing. He quickly ran around the bed and lifted it from off the nightstand. He slid it open and then looked down at the number on the screen. He did not recognize the telephone number. He held in his breath and clicked the okay button. He placed the cell phone up to his ear.

OYSTER BAY, LONG ISLAND
Gentleman’s Quarter Log Cabin

“Father.”
“Zaniyah.”
“Yes father it’s me. What is going on?”
“Zaniyah, a hit was put out on me.”
“Why? Who? Father I’ve never known you to make enemies.”
“Zaniyah everyone has enemies once in their lifetime.”
“Do they know who ordered the hit and who sanctioned it?”
“There is speculation, but I rather not go into details, the less you know, the better off you will be. I need to ask a favor of you.”
“What is it father?”
“I need you to go back to Italy for a while. If something happens to you. I will never forgive myself.”
“Father, I will not go back to Italy. I want to be near my family. I love nana, but in Italy there is too many memories of mother.”
Mr. Delaro scrubbed his hand back through his hair.
“Zaniyah please, it will only be until this shit has been dealt with.”
“I’m staying father.”
“You have that stubborn streak from your mother.”
“And a warrior mentality like my father.”

Both laughed.

“I take it you are with...”
“Father his name is Marcus.”
“Please watch yourself and trust no one.”
“I am my father’s daughter.”
“Of course. I have to say, and this stays between us two. That Marcus, is tough as nails. Zaniyah I love you, and I will contact you once, I get back.”
“What, where are you going?”
“There is business, which this underhanded failed hit has stirred.”
“Father please do not get into any trouble. I need you in my life.”
“I will handle this matter to the best of my ability. I will call you once I get back.”
“When are you do to return?”
“In two days.”
“Would it hurt to tell me where you’re going?”
“With great pain. I will call you once I return.”
“I love you father.”
“I love you too Zaniyah.”

Mr. Delaro slid his cell phone close.

Zaniyah placed the receiver back on the cradle. She walked out the study and descended the three surrounding steps of the sunken living room. She walked over to the cedar wood staircase and mounted the steps. She walked past two bedrooms and entered a bedroom at the end of the hall. She entered the bedroom and looked around. She glimpsed Marcus’ FBI badge, and his clothing lying on the settee at the bottom of the bed.

Zaniyah unbuttoned a shirt she lifted from out one of the bedroom closets. She placed the piece of garment at the bottom of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. She opened the door and entered.

The first thing she noticed was Marcus’ two weapons on the vanity.

Zaniyah looked over at the glassed shower door. She slid the door aside and stepped inside the shower. She slid the door close and stood back. She has never known the rear view of a man’s body could make her pussy wet with anticipation.

A straight back, elevations of muscles in his biceps and triceps confronted her vision. A firm gluteus, study thighs, and pair of hairy legs made her sigh under her breath.

Zaniyah reached over and grabbed the soap from out the embedded soap dish. She rubbed it over Marcus’ back. She kissed his skin as the water slid down his soapy skin.

Zaniyah returned the soap back to the soap dish. She kissed over Marcus’ back. She reached around and gently squeezed his erection.

Marcus pulsated his dick inside Zaniyah’s palm.

Zaniyah removed her hand.

Marcus turned around. He tilted Zaniyah’s chin and covered her lips. His lips rode over her wet skin. He kissed the side of her neck.

The tip of Marcus’ dick graced Zaniyah’s lower pelvis.

Zaniyah arched her neck, while Marcus planted tiny kisses to her skin.

“Mmm,”
“You like that.”
“Umm hum.”
“How much beautiful woman.”
Zaniyah reached down and stroked Marcus’ penis.
“Sss.” Marcus hissed under his breath.

He cupped Zaniyah’s buttocks and tugged her body into his. He bent his head down and kissed a breast.

The water filtered into his mouth as he suckled the nipple.

“Oh…Marcus.”

Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.

Marcus’ mouth moved to the other nipple. He squeezed Zaniyah’s buttocks, and then matted her pelvis against his groin. Marcus licked around the nipple; he suckled the areole.

“Oh God.”

 Marcus lifted Zaniyah.

Zaniyah wrapped her legs around Marcus’ waist. She palmed his shoulder blades.

Marcus turned Zaniyah around and braced her back against the tile. He lifted her arms above her head and then attacked a breast. He suckled and teased the nipple.

The water droplets danced over their bodies.

Marcus did not neglect the other nipple. He held her wrists together cupped a breast. He lipped the nipple between his lips and gently pulled on the tip.

“Mar…Marcus please.”

Zaniyah lifted her body up and down; her body could not escape the weakened feeling of his mouth dining on her breast nipple.

Marcus let go of Zaniyah’s wrists. He inched her buttocks up and palmed his manhood; he dipped his knees.

Zaniyah eased down on Marcus’ rigid dick.

“Oh…shit.”
“Ugg.”

Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s hips and housed her pussy up and down his erection.

The suctioning sound harkened in the space of the shower.

Marcus romanced Zaniyah’s lips. He hammered her womanhood down while knocking his manhood upward.

“Mar...”

Marcus blanketed Zaniyah’s mouth. His tongue barged into her mouth. His tongue dueled with her tongue. He held her pelvis against his groin. He slowly lifted her buttocks. The tip of his dick crowned the opening. He bounced her vaginal walls up and down.

“Marcus…I’m about…shit.”

Zaniyah linked her arms around Marcus’ neck and climaxed.

“Yeah…baby.”

Zaniyah hugged Marcus’ body tighter. She captured his lips and bounced her pussy up and down.

“Baby…I have…to take it…out, shit.”

Marcus tried to withdraw. He squeezed Zaniyah to him. His ejaculation ripped out of him.

Zaniyah’s tongue circled inside Marcus’ mouth.

Marcus held Zaniyah tighter. His ejaculation left his entire body still pulsating. He cupped Zaniyah’s buttocks harder.

Zaniyah softly kissed Marcus’ lips. She kissed his neck, she whispered in his ear, “I love you inside of me,” she dipped her tongue inside his ear.

Marcus kissed Zaniyah on her shoulder blade.

“I would like to extend this to the bed if I’m allowed my beautiful woman.” He kissed the side of her neck.

Zaniyah inched back.

“You are allowed.”

Marcus wrapped an arm around Zaniyah’s back and balanced her presence. He reached his other arm out to turn off the shower. He turned around and slid the shower door back. He stepped out the shower and walked out the bathroom. He backtracked and lifted his two weapons from off the vanity.

Marcus carried Zaniyah out the bathroom, and over to the dresser. He placed his weapons down. He hurried Zaniyah over to the bed.


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