When Love Calls (Chapter Nineteen)

BANK OF AMERICA
Manhattan, New York
Early That Morning

Tango adjusted the full beard to the alignment of his lower jawbone. The sticky adhesiveness underneath began to make his skin itch. He looked down at his watch, and then up and down the street.

“Where the fuck is this bitch.”

THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side

Zaniyah opened her eyes. She rolled over and looked at the empty bed space.

The heavy raindrops pelted against the floor to ceiling glassed window.

Zaniyah sat up and rubbed over her red and puffy eyes.

“Did you set me up? Throw the pussy at me to keep me walking a fine line and look the other way in regards to your family’s crooked shit.”

Zaniyah reached over and lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle. She dialed Marcus’ cell phone and placed the receiver up to her ear. She heard a cell phone ring somewhere within her residence. She looked around her bedroom as she heard the cell phone continued to ring. She replaced the receiver back on the cradle.

Zaniyah lifted her robe from off the bottom of the bed and slipped into it. She walked out the bedroom and rounded the corner. She looked over at her couch.

Marcus was lying bare chested with only his briefs on. His three weapons laid on the carpet.

A fresh set of tears rolled down Zaniyah’s cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hands. She walked over to the couch; she glanced down at Marcus’ sleeping form. Now that she has been in his arms, and him making her feel as if she is the center of his world. She will die if he chose to default on his emotions.

Zaniyah removed her robe and let it slid down to the carpet. She laid down on Marcus’ chest wall and elongated her body.

Marcus reached downward and lifted his suit jacket from off the carpet; he covered Zaniyah’s upper back. He felt her tears grace his chest. He hugged her to his body tighter.

“I’m sorry,” Zaniyah whispered. “I’m…”
“Shh.”

Marcus hugged Zaniyah tighter to his body. He kissed the top of her head.

Zaniyah tilted her head.

Marcus bent his head and tenderly kissed Zaniyah on her lips. His palms cruised up and down her back. He inched his face back.
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.

“The seduction scene isn’t going to cut it.”

Zaniyah kissed Marcus on the side of his neck.

Marcus leaned his head forward and kissed Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.

Zaniyah declared her space by inches.

The tip of her toes dented the soft Italian leather sofa.

“Can you ever forgive me?”
“I’m still undecided.”

Marcus linked both of his hands behind his back.

Zaniyah inched up.

The suit jacket slipped down her back.

Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s breasts. He leaned up and tenderly kissed a nipple; he licked over the other nipple.

“Umm baby…I swear, I never wanted you not to trust me, or know you cannot depend on me.”

Zaniyah leaned her head down. She lifted Marcus’ face. Her mouth drowned his lips. She dipped her tongue inside his mouth; she gyrated on his groin.

Marcus reached his hand downward.

Zaniyah inched her buttocks upward.

Marcus fished his erect manhood from out the opening of his briefs.

Zaniyah lifted off Marcus; she posted her body between his thighs.

Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s head, He wiped the head of his dick across her lips.

Zaniyah opened her mouth and sheltered Marcus’ dick.

“Ssss,” Marcus hissed. His head dented the couch cushion.

Zaniyah’s mouth nourished Marcus’ erection, milking the tip and polishing the pre-cum she tasted in her mouth.

“Oh…fuck.”

Marcus repeatedly uplifted his groin. The helmet of his manhood touched the back of Zaniyah’s throat.

Zaniyah palmed the base of the thicken flesh and bounced her head up and down the taut skin.

“Fuck you working that dick.”

Zaniyah lifted her mouth and kissed the glistening skin. She lifted Marcus’ scrotum sac and suckled the pair of testicles inside her mouth.

Zaniyah kissed through a field of beady groin hairs. She lifted up slowly and kissed Marcus’ lower abdomen. She kissed his chest wall. She leaned her head down and caressed her with hers. She got back on top of him. Zaniyah reached downward and palmed Marcus’ manhood; she held it steady and eased her pussy down on it. She laid down on Marcus’ chest wall.

“From now on you will leave my job to the best man who is qualified to do it.”

Zaniyah circled Marcus’ goatee with the tip of her finger and moved her vaginal walls around his manhood.

“And you are very qualified, to do it.”

Marcus hugged Zaniyah’s body to his.

“I’m serious Zaniyah, any more of this sneaky shit, I’m out for good.”
“I promise, I will be good.”
“Make sure you save that naughty side for me. And did my ears deceive me when I heard someone use the avowed word that begins with a L.”
“I have no shame saying I love you.”
“And I take great comfort hearing it from you beautiful woman.”
“Let me show you how great.”

Zaniyah flapped her pussy up and down Marcus’ dick, and then slowly circled her vaginal walls side-to-side.

“Beautiful woman, you have the right tool to make this man ultimately surrender the dick.”

Zaniyah arrested Marcus’ lips.

Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s hips. He grind her pelvis against his groin; shoving his erection in and out of her.

“Oh…baby.”

Marcus wrapped his legs around Zaniyah’s ankles. He palmed her buttocks and humped inside of her.

“Marcus, oh baby…I…I love…you.”

Zaniyah held Marcus tighter to her.

“Oh shit.”

Marcus ejaculated inside of Zaniyah’s pussy; busting into a river fall of her climax.

Both kissed and moved, embracing in the aftermath.

Marcus’ palms aimlessly wandered over Zaniyah’s back.

Neither spoke.

The striking thunder, howling of the wind, and streaks of lighting flashing throughout Zaniyah’s condominium, encompassed the two.

BANK OF AMERICA
Manhattan, New York
Later That Morning

Marcus pulled his Land Rover near a parking meter.

“Baby, you have any change.”
“Hold on.”

Zaniyah opened her Gucci purse and unzipped the side pocket. She roamed around and pulled out a handful of change; she closed her purse back.

“Hold on baby.”

Marcus waited while the parking attendant walked up to a white van.

“You have to move this vehicle sir. This is an unloading and loading zone.”

Tango looked over at the driver. He turned back to face the female parking attendant.

“Sure ma’am.”

The driver twisted the key inside the ignition and pulled off. He made a U-Turn in the middle of the street and parked across the street in front of a department store.

Marcus looked down at his watch; he looked back up and glanced out the driver window. He waited for a couple more minutes. He noticed not one person got out the van to feed the meter.

“What’s wrong?”
“Hopefully nothing.”

Marcus looked back across the street. He noticed another vehicle parked several feet where the van was once parked. A man sat behind the steering wheel in deep conversation with another man.

“Marcus, I really need to get inside the bank to make this deposit.”

Marcus pivoted to look at Zaniyah.

“I’ll accompany my beautiful woman inside.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“The rain may make you melt.”

He winked at her.

Zaniyah blushed under Marcus’ eyes.

“I need you to do me a favor. Once you get out, I need you to walk ahead of me, and do not look back.”
“Baby, you’re starting to scare me, what’s wrong.”
“I’m not for sure. You will just have to trust my gut instincts on this.”
“It’s ironic; you know the first time I interacted with you personally, as I recall, it was raining as well.”
“I be damn it was. It was the best day of this brotha’s life after we got back to my loft.”
“I’ll say.”

Marcus’ peripheral vision did not waver from the parked white van.

Zaniyah lifted the umbrella from off the car mat.

“Meet me at the pedestrian stop light, and remember, do not look back.”
“Okay.”

Marcus leaned over and kissed Zaniyah on her lips.

Zaniyah opened the door and stepped out Marcus’ vehicle. She pushed the door close, opened her umbrella, and settled it over her head.

Marcus pivoted to the back seat and reached for his New York Giants baseball cap. He placed it on top of his head. He turned and pulled the door down to his glove compartment. He reached inside for his pair of Kenneth Cole wired rimmed sunglasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose. He pushed his glove compartment door close. He lifted his FBI badge from out the side pocket of his suit jacket, and clipped it over his belt. He leaned forward and felt behind his back for his two weapons. He buttoned his suit jacket.

Marcus opened the door and stepped out his Land Rover. He pushed the door close. He bowed his head and walked to the pedestrian crossing.

“Hey, there’s Zaniyah,” Little Lenny stated.
“Yes, and two fucking hours late.” Moretti glanced out the passenger side window. He saw Zaniyah walk across the street to the entrance of the bank. “At least that nigger isn’t sniffling her ass.”

Little Lenny looked out the tinted rear window of the vehicle.

“I do not see him.”
“Just stick to the plan. You ready to do this?”
“I’m ready.”

The driver plugged his key inside the ignition.

“And keep the engine running.”

Tango opened the door and stepped out the van. He pushed the door close and palmed his beard down. He walked to the front of the van. He looked both ways, and then dashed across the street. He strolled in the direction of the bank. He quietly established his presence inches from the door to the bank. He pivoted his head backwards and glimpsed inside the bank. He saw Zaniyah waiting in line to be assisted.

Marcus slid his Platinum credit card inside the ATM machine. He rotated his head, and then glanced down at the New Jersey license plate. He slid his cash out the money dispenser, and then pulled the bank receipt out; his credit card slid out. Marcus removed his credit card and stuffed all three inside the side pocket of his suit jacket. He turned and walked to the corner. He lifted his cell phone from out his hip clip. He slid it open, pressed in a numerical button, and then placed his cell phone up to his ear.

FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office

“Director Modarius’ office, how may I direct your call.”
“Good morning Mrs. Chambers.”
“Why good morning Mr. Modarius.”
“I will be working from home this morning. In the meantime, I need you to have someone run a license plate for me.”
Mrs. Chambers lifted an ink pen.
“What is the license plate sir?”
“Alpha, Hotel, Lucky, 241.”
“I have it. I will call you back in about five minutes.”

Marcus slid his cell phone close. He replaced it back on his hip clip.

Tango glimpsed inside the bank. He saw the teller servicing Zaniyah. He turned and nodded his head at Little Lenny and Moretti in the car parked down the street.

Marcus pulled his baseball cap down on his head and slightly lifted his head. He studied the side profile of the man who exited the van and now stood guard at the entrance door to the bank. He cranked his neck to peer closer.

“Are you fucking kidding me, that’s that fat mothafucka.”

Marcus looked around for the other man who usually accompanies him. His presence could not be accounted for. Marcus walked to the entrance of the bank. He walked over to Tango.

“You got a cigarette I could bum.”
“No. Now get the fuck stepping.”

Marcus glanced inside the bank. He saw Zaniyah walking out the bank. He yanked the door open and grasped Zaniyah’s hand. He placed her behind him and then turned to face her.

“You are the woman, who sold me a fake painting.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Miss. Zaniyah, is this man giving you any problems.”

Zaniyah looked over Marcus’ shoulder to answer the voice.

“Tango…what…what are you doing here?”

Zaniyah looked up and down the street, expecting to see Domenico, or her father.

Tango looked at the man who remained rooted in place.

“Miss. Zaniyah, is there someplace we can talk. I was contacted by your father this morning.”
“My father.”
“Yes, he sent me to come and escort you to Long Island. I’m sure, you’ve heard there was a recent hit out on your father.”
“Yes, I’ve heard that.”
“Well your father has sent me to make sure you get escorted to safety.”
“Ma’am, if you do not give me back my two thousand dollars. I am calling the police.”

Zaniyah turned to face Marcus.

“I do not have that amount of money on me. And, if I did. Do you think, I would just hand it over to you? Now go, before, I call the police.”
“I am not leaving, until I get my money.”
The bank security officer walked out the bank. He looked at Zaniyah.
“Ma’am, is everything all right here?”
“No, this man tried to rob me.”

The security officer lifted his walkie-talkie from off his belt clip and placed it up to his mouth. He pressed in a button on the side.”

“We have a code 1015 in progress, I need some assistance out front. The security officer looked from Marcus and then to Tango. “I need everyone to break out some form of ID.”
“Miss. Zaniyah, I will meet you near the van.”
“Van? Where is my father’s limousine driver? And why do you have on that silly beard? What the hell is going on Tango!”
“Carlito is with your father at the moment. The beard is protection for you as well as for me, in case someone has put a hit out on you.”
“You are not going anywhere until you two break out some ID, now dammit!”

The security officer threw Marcus against the wall. He looked over at Tango.

“You too. Put your hands against the fucking wall.”

Shit, Tango thought under his breath.

Tango turned and walked to the wall on the opposite side of the bank entrance door. He placed his palms on the limestone building. He twisted his head and looked down the street. Tango nodded his head at Little Lenny and Moretti.

“I think that’s our cue.”
“You in this shit man,” Little Lenny asked Moretti.
“Fuck yeah, its do or die.”

Moretti lifted his Utas Uts-15 from off the floor mat. He pulled the red bandana up over his mouth. He opened the passenger side door, as Little Lenny was closing the driver side door. Moretti pushed the door close.

Little Lenny adjusted the blue bandana over his mouth. He slipped his hand down inside the side pocket of his black Isotoner rain coat. He palmed the grip of his Desert Eagle .50 AE.
 
Moretti concealed his weapon under his black London Fog Trench coat.

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