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When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-One)
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Early Afternoon Briefing
Marcus walked into the briefing room. He pushed the door close and walked over to a raised podium near a white clipboard. He placed several folders on top of the wooden surface. He looked at the seated federal agents under his authority.
“Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon,” echoed back in union.
“I will not keep everyone here longer than necessary.
Marcus bent his head and opened a folder. He looked up.
“I need everyone’s eyes and ears open. I have added some new key players to the posted equation.”
Agent Blackstone, Agent Carrey, Agent Sari, Agent Pelican, and Agent Angelo all sat around the briefing table.
“As of.” Marcus looked down at his watch. “As of ten hundred hours. There was a possible kidnapping on this subject.”
Marcus lifted a photograph of Zaniyah and clipped it to the white clipboard.
“For those of you who do not know this woman. She is the only daughter of this man.”
Marcus pointed to the photograph of Mr. Satori Delaro Jr.
“This attempted kidnapping on Miss. Zaniyah Delaro, was an elaborate plan carried out by these three men.”
Marcus pointed to the photographs of Tango, Little Lenny, and then at Moretti’s photograph.
“As you all have heard from the statement I issued to the press. All three men were shot during the blotched attempted kidnapping.”
“Director Modarius, have the police identified the missing person who was driving the possible getaway van?”
“As you’ve been advised by the NYPD like the rest of us. The van was set on fire. However, the New Jersey license plate is registered to a Mr. Elliott Guttmann, he is now considered a person of interest.”
“Director Modarius, has this Mr. Guttmann been taken into custody.”
“Not as of yet. The New Jersey police is working with the NYPD in putting out an APB on this person; if apprehended, he will be extradited back to New York for questioning. I need you all to pay close attention, to the next further details on these two individuals. A Mr. Domenico Gambino, and a Mr. Dmeshii Yukisovo. These two men are the prime targets of this investigation. There is talk on the streets from reliable sources. Mr. Gambino along with, Mr. Yukisovo are supplying the streets with drugs; everything from cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, to black market ecstasy. What I can advise you all. The DEA, has placed a wiretap on Mr. Gambino’s cell phone. We will hold back on bringing him in for questioning concerning his involvement with the possible kidnapping of Miss. Zaniyah Delaro.”
“Director Modarius, with the evidence mounted against Mr. Gambino, why can’t we just arrest him on some trumped up charges.”
“Because that is not how we work Agent Angelo, or this bureau operates. When the time comes, we will arrest Domenico Gambino for being a con-conspirator in a possible kidnapping, and drug trafficking. Other than that, we will not play our hand a minute sooner. I want this bastard behind bars, and Dmeshii Yukisovo’s drug activity shut down in the process without him hiding behind the USA Freedom Act.”
Marcus turned from the clipboard.
“Are there any questions.”
“I have one sir.”
“Yes, Agent Blackstone.”
“I asked this question sir, with all due respect.” Agent Blackstone looked around the briefing table at the questions in the other agents’ eyes. “Ahh.”
“Man, get your mouth moving.”
Agent Blackstone cleared his throat.
“Is it a good idea for the director of this unit to be caught sleeping with a conflict of interest.”
Marcus palmed his chin down.
“I’m surprised that question was not asked of me much sooner, and the answer to your question Agent Blackstone. I will never compromise my position, my career, or the integrity of my badge for a piece of…for a woman. Mr. Delaro, has been forewarned if he even thinks about crossing the line, or get caught flying crooked, his ass is behind bars, and Zaniyah, excuse me ladies, as long as we share a bed, she will join her father behind bars if she thinks about crossing me, or involving me in any illegal ramifications from her father’s dealings.”
“Director Modarius, I have one question.”
“Speak Agent Carrey.”
“If the kidnapping was a success. Why the daughter of a high-powerful, Mafia boss, what’s the real reason.”
“According to evidence collected from the impounded vehicle these two men were traveling in.” Marcus pointed to Little Lenny, and Moretti’s photograph. “We do not know the reason as of yet.”
“Could it had been for a drug ransom sir? You stated in your prior briefing, crates were being shipped to New York, possible crates full of drugs to the art gallery.”
Everyone looked over at Agent Carrey.
“Just hear me out everyone.”
“Go on man, you may be on to something.”
“Just maybe the kidnapping was to get money to pay off someone, who did not deliver the crates.”
“Because they have been confiscated by the DEA.”
Marcus looked over his seated agents’ head.
“An excellent analogy Agent Carrey. Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we can safely say, we now have a motive. Agent Blackstone and Agent Carrey, I need you two down at the Port of New York & New Jersey Centralized Examination Stations. I need a manifesto of all incoming and outgoing shipments from the geographical destinations of Russia, Italy, and Sicily, and I need that information related back to me like yesterday.”
“Yes sir,” both men replied.
“Are there any additional questions.”
No further questions were asked.
“Very well then. Everyone enjoy the doughnuts and the coffee.”
“Thank you,” his seated agents replied in return.
Each seated agent rose, and lifted their doughnut on a napkin and their cup of coffee from off the Cherry-wood table.
Everyone strolled over the door. Agent Angelo open the door for Agent Sari.
“Thank you.”
“When you agree to go out with me, I will.”
“It’s not going to happen Agent Angelo.”
“I’ll try again tomorrow.”
Each man exited after Agent Sari’s departure.
Agent Blackstone pulled the door close.
Marcus walked over to the clipboard. He stood back and glanced at the three pyramids within his crime investigation in silence. He looked up at the chain of command of the Delaro’s family. He glanced over at the photographs of the Mexican Drug Lords’ soldiers who were killed, and then glanced over at the only photograph of the head of the Russian cartel. A man who is smooth enough in his illegal dealings never to be detained.
Marcus glanced back over at the Delaro’s family members. He thought about Zaniyah’s safety. He slicked his hand back through his hair.
Maybe he needs to step back from the relationship. He did not want her getting hurt for the sins that comes with his job. Marcus walked over to the podium and lifted his folder from off top surface. He walked out the briefing room and pulled the door close.
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
Later That Day
Carlito pulled the limousine around the circular driveway. He rested the engine and pulled the key from out the engine. He unsnapped his seatbelt and slipped his set of keys inside the side pocket of his uniform jacket. He opened the door and stepped out the limousine. Carlito pushed the door close and walked to the rear of the vehicle. He opened the back passenger door.
Miss. Jikonos opened the door upon hearing the limousine arrive.
Mr. Delaro Sr. stepped out the limousine, followed by Mr. Delaro Jr.
Carlito pushed the door close.
Both men walked to the entrance of the door.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Miss. Jikonos turned to face Mr. Delaro Sr. “Good afternoon sir.”
Mr. Delaro Sr. continued to cross the threshold.
Mr. Delaro Jr. turned to face Miss. Jikonos.
“Good morning Miss. Jikonos.”
“Good morning, I could take your coat sir.”
“Yes.”
Mr. Delaro Jr. removed his coat and handed it to Miss Jikonos.
Mr. Jikonos rested the coat over her bent arm.
Mr. Delaro lifted his hat from off his head, and handed it to Miss. Jikonos.
Miss. Jikonos placed the hat over the coat.
“Lunch should be ready momentary.”
“Miss. Jikonos, is Domenico, Tango, Little Lenny or Moretti around anywhere. I need to speak to them all.”
“Dear Lord, have you not heard sir?”
“Heard what.”
“There was a shootout at the bank, involving, Tango, Moretti, and Little Lenny, sir, all three were killed.”
“My men!”
“Yes, Mr. Delaro, the news is reporting it as possible kidnapping of your daughter.”
Mr. Delaro rushed in the direction of his study. He pulled the key out his pocket, fumbled to get the key inside the lock, and then twisted the key. He removed the key and opened the door to his study. Mr. Delaro slammed the door close and ran over to his desk; he placed the key on his desk and lifted the receiver from out the cradle. He dialed Zaniyah’s Blackberry and then placed the receiver up to his ear.
“Come on dammit!”
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Marcus huddled Zaniyah’ breasts together. The tip of his tongue suckled the tip of the nipple. He kissed up her neck.
Zaniyah leaned her neck sideways.
Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s back and pulled her closer. He mouthed the other nipple and suckled it.
“Oh...baby.”
Zaniyah lifted Marcus’ head and kissed his lips.
Marcus’ mouth roofed Zaniyah’s mouth. His tongue bypassed her lips.
“Umm.”
Zaniyah unloosened Marcus’ tie. She slid it from around his neck and threw it on the royal blue carpet. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and divided it. Zaniyah inched her lips back. She bent her head down and kissed Marcus’ upper chest. Her tongue, at a snail’s pace traveled to the curve of Marcus’ neck.
“Oh baby,”
Marcus closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cushioned high-wing back chair.
Zaniyah kissed Marcus’ closed eyes. She retreated her presence. She outlined his thick eyebrows. She leaned her face downward and kissed his chin. She rubbed the side of her cheek against his.
“I’m ready for us,” Zaniyah whispered in Marcus’ ear; she nipped at the top of his ear; she then licked over his earlobe.
Marcus’ entire body vibrated.
Zaniyah inched back, and then reached down for Marcus’ zipper; she unzipped his pants and dug inside his briefs. She gently lifted his erect dick.
Marcus opened his eyes; he wrapped his arms around Zaniyah’s back and gradually pulled her closer. He leaned up and kissed her under her chin.
Zaniyah bent her head.
Marcus inched his face back and found Zaniyah’s lips.
Zaniyah inched her buttocks up and pulled her thong aside. She circled Marcus’ manhood and stroked her palm up and down the rigid length. She wiggled the helmet of his manhood over the silken opening of her pussy. She leaned forward and whispered in Marcus’ ear, “You like that handsome?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
“Let me see how much.”
Zaniyah scooted her thong aside even more. Her vaginal passage cocooned Marcus’ family jewels.
“Oh fuck me yes.”
The back of Marcus’ head dented the back of his chair. He rested his palms on Zaniyah’s hips. He coaxed the gyration of her pussy walls on his dick.
“Mmm.”
Zaniyah leaned her face downward and kissed Marcus on his lips.
Marcus lifted Zaniyah’s hands and pinned them behind her back. He licked up and down her cleavage. His wet tongue journeyed from one breast to the other.
Zaniyah’s lifted her buttocks. She persistently slammed her vaginal orifice up and down Marcus’ shaft.
Marcus’ tongue gravitated to one breast and then to the other. He suckled Zaniyah neck, and knocked his manhood up inside of her.
Zaniyah’s Blackberry rang.
Marcus refused to relinquish his mouth from off Zaniyah’s nipple. His dick climbed higher. His ejaculation was knocking at the door for an evacuation.
Marcus allowed Zaniyah’s hands freedom.
“Ba…baby...my…my phone.”
Zaniyah blindly reached behind to lift her Blackberry from off Marcus’ desk. She kissed Marcus’ lips.
Marcus continued to hammer Zaniyah’s pussy.
“Oh…Marcus…hol...hold up…my Bla…blackberry.”
Zaniyah managed to slide her Blackberry open. Her finger scrabbled to press in the okay button.
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
“Hello.”
Mr. Delaro held the telephone receiver to his ear closer.
“Hello…Zaniyah are you there.”
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Marcus gripped Zaniyah’s hips tighter. He threw his head back against the chair and ejaculated.
“Oh…baby…shit.”
“Uhh Mar…cus.”
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
Mr. Delaro quickly replaced the receiver back into the cradle.
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Zaniyah’s Blackberry dropped out her hand onto the carpet. She linked her arms around Marcus’ neck.
“Oh...Marcus.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus’ lips and rotated the essence of her climax into his pearly release.
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
There was a knock at Mr. Delaro’s door.
Mr. Delaro Sr. opened the door and entered his son’s study. He pushed it close.
“Son what is this rubbish, I’ve just heard on the news about my granddaughter involvement in a kidnapping. And three of your best man, may have been involved; who all was killed in a shootout at the bank.”
“Yes, if those fucks had anything to do with my daughter getting kidnapped. I swear, I would have killed them myself. Fuck them all to hell.”
“Son, where was Domenico when all this shit was going down?”
“Most likely looking for a fall guy.”
“Domenico’s time is near. In the meantime, after the opening of the casino in New Jersey, we do what needs to be done, and quietly. Now where is my granddaughter as we speak, and is she safe? Has anyone spoken to her since this incident?”
Mr. Delaro Jr. looked back over at the telephone base on the desk.
“Zaniyah is in safe hands for the moment. And now that the shit has been broadcasted and we are down three of our best men. We need an emergency meeting tonight before the Russian Cartel attempt to move in on our territory with drugs and guns.”
Mr. Delaro Jr. palmed the back of his neck.
“In addition, if any of those Russians or Mexican Drug Lords is behind any of this shit. We’re going to need more men brought in for reinforcement. The welfare of my daughter is my top priority. Once that security has been addressed. We call in every card, every marker, and every favor we have, and then we go to war.”
Copyright©SKC-2019
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Early Afternoon Briefing
Marcus walked into the briefing room. He pushed the door close and walked over to a raised podium near a white clipboard. He placed several folders on top of the wooden surface. He looked at the seated federal agents under his authority.
“Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon,” echoed back in union.
“I will not keep everyone here longer than necessary.
Marcus bent his head and opened a folder. He looked up.
“I need everyone’s eyes and ears open. I have added some new key players to the posted equation.”
Agent Blackstone, Agent Carrey, Agent Sari, Agent Pelican, and Agent Angelo all sat around the briefing table.
“As of.” Marcus looked down at his watch. “As of ten hundred hours. There was a possible kidnapping on this subject.”
Marcus lifted a photograph of Zaniyah and clipped it to the white clipboard.
“For those of you who do not know this woman. She is the only daughter of this man.”
Marcus pointed to the photograph of Mr. Satori Delaro Jr.
“This attempted kidnapping on Miss. Zaniyah Delaro, was an elaborate plan carried out by these three men.”
Marcus pointed to the photographs of Tango, Little Lenny, and then at Moretti’s photograph.
“As you all have heard from the statement I issued to the press. All three men were shot during the blotched attempted kidnapping.”
“Director Modarius, have the police identified the missing person who was driving the possible getaway van?”
“As you’ve been advised by the NYPD like the rest of us. The van was set on fire. However, the New Jersey license plate is registered to a Mr. Elliott Guttmann, he is now considered a person of interest.”
“Director Modarius, has this Mr. Guttmann been taken into custody.”
“Not as of yet. The New Jersey police is working with the NYPD in putting out an APB on this person; if apprehended, he will be extradited back to New York for questioning. I need you all to pay close attention, to the next further details on these two individuals. A Mr. Domenico Gambino, and a Mr. Dmeshii Yukisovo. These two men are the prime targets of this investigation. There is talk on the streets from reliable sources. Mr. Gambino along with, Mr. Yukisovo are supplying the streets with drugs; everything from cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, to black market ecstasy. What I can advise you all. The DEA, has placed a wiretap on Mr. Gambino’s cell phone. We will hold back on bringing him in for questioning concerning his involvement with the possible kidnapping of Miss. Zaniyah Delaro.”
“Director Modarius, with the evidence mounted against Mr. Gambino, why can’t we just arrest him on some trumped up charges.”
“Because that is not how we work Agent Angelo, or this bureau operates. When the time comes, we will arrest Domenico Gambino for being a con-conspirator in a possible kidnapping, and drug trafficking. Other than that, we will not play our hand a minute sooner. I want this bastard behind bars, and Dmeshii Yukisovo’s drug activity shut down in the process without him hiding behind the USA Freedom Act.”
Marcus turned from the clipboard.
“Are there any questions.”
“I have one sir.”
“Yes, Agent Blackstone.”
“I asked this question sir, with all due respect.” Agent Blackstone looked around the briefing table at the questions in the other agents’ eyes. “Ahh.”
“Man, get your mouth moving.”
Agent Blackstone cleared his throat.
“Is it a good idea for the director of this unit to be caught sleeping with a conflict of interest.”
Marcus palmed his chin down.
“I’m surprised that question was not asked of me much sooner, and the answer to your question Agent Blackstone. I will never compromise my position, my career, or the integrity of my badge for a piece of…for a woman. Mr. Delaro, has been forewarned if he even thinks about crossing the line, or get caught flying crooked, his ass is behind bars, and Zaniyah, excuse me ladies, as long as we share a bed, she will join her father behind bars if she thinks about crossing me, or involving me in any illegal ramifications from her father’s dealings.”
“Director Modarius, I have one question.”
“Speak Agent Carrey.”
“If the kidnapping was a success. Why the daughter of a high-powerful, Mafia boss, what’s the real reason.”
“According to evidence collected from the impounded vehicle these two men were traveling in.” Marcus pointed to Little Lenny, and Moretti’s photograph. “We do not know the reason as of yet.”
“Could it had been for a drug ransom sir? You stated in your prior briefing, crates were being shipped to New York, possible crates full of drugs to the art gallery.”
Everyone looked over at Agent Carrey.
“Just hear me out everyone.”
“Go on man, you may be on to something.”
“Just maybe the kidnapping was to get money to pay off someone, who did not deliver the crates.”
“Because they have been confiscated by the DEA.”
Marcus looked over his seated agents’ head.
“An excellent analogy Agent Carrey. Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we can safely say, we now have a motive. Agent Blackstone and Agent Carrey, I need you two down at the Port of New York & New Jersey Centralized Examination Stations. I need a manifesto of all incoming and outgoing shipments from the geographical destinations of Russia, Italy, and Sicily, and I need that information related back to me like yesterday.”
“Yes sir,” both men replied.
“Are there any additional questions.”
No further questions were asked.
“Very well then. Everyone enjoy the doughnuts and the coffee.”
“Thank you,” his seated agents replied in return.
Each seated agent rose, and lifted their doughnut on a napkin and their cup of coffee from off the Cherry-wood table.
Everyone strolled over the door. Agent Angelo open the door for Agent Sari.
“Thank you.”
“When you agree to go out with me, I will.”
“It’s not going to happen Agent Angelo.”
“I’ll try again tomorrow.”
Each man exited after Agent Sari’s departure.
Agent Blackstone pulled the door close.
Marcus walked over to the clipboard. He stood back and glanced at the three pyramids within his crime investigation in silence. He looked up at the chain of command of the Delaro’s family. He glanced over at the photographs of the Mexican Drug Lords’ soldiers who were killed, and then glanced over at the only photograph of the head of the Russian cartel. A man who is smooth enough in his illegal dealings never to be detained.
Marcus glanced back over at the Delaro’s family members. He thought about Zaniyah’s safety. He slicked his hand back through his hair.
Maybe he needs to step back from the relationship. He did not want her getting hurt for the sins that comes with his job. Marcus walked over to the podium and lifted his folder from off top surface. He walked out the briefing room and pulled the door close.
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
Later That Day
Carlito pulled the limousine around the circular driveway. He rested the engine and pulled the key from out the engine. He unsnapped his seatbelt and slipped his set of keys inside the side pocket of his uniform jacket. He opened the door and stepped out the limousine. Carlito pushed the door close and walked to the rear of the vehicle. He opened the back passenger door.
Miss. Jikonos opened the door upon hearing the limousine arrive.
Mr. Delaro Sr. stepped out the limousine, followed by Mr. Delaro Jr.
Carlito pushed the door close.
Both men walked to the entrance of the door.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Miss. Jikonos turned to face Mr. Delaro Sr. “Good afternoon sir.”
Mr. Delaro Sr. continued to cross the threshold.
Mr. Delaro Jr. turned to face Miss. Jikonos.
“Good morning Miss. Jikonos.”
“Good morning, I could take your coat sir.”
“Yes.”
Mr. Delaro Jr. removed his coat and handed it to Miss Jikonos.
Mr. Jikonos rested the coat over her bent arm.
Mr. Delaro lifted his hat from off his head, and handed it to Miss. Jikonos.
Miss. Jikonos placed the hat over the coat.
“Lunch should be ready momentary.”
“Miss. Jikonos, is Domenico, Tango, Little Lenny or Moretti around anywhere. I need to speak to them all.”
“Dear Lord, have you not heard sir?”
“Heard what.”
“There was a shootout at the bank, involving, Tango, Moretti, and Little Lenny, sir, all three were killed.”
“My men!”
“Yes, Mr. Delaro, the news is reporting it as possible kidnapping of your daughter.”
Mr. Delaro rushed in the direction of his study. He pulled the key out his pocket, fumbled to get the key inside the lock, and then twisted the key. He removed the key and opened the door to his study. Mr. Delaro slammed the door close and ran over to his desk; he placed the key on his desk and lifted the receiver from out the cradle. He dialed Zaniyah’s Blackberry and then placed the receiver up to his ear.
“Come on dammit!”
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Marcus huddled Zaniyah’ breasts together. The tip of his tongue suckled the tip of the nipple. He kissed up her neck.
Zaniyah leaned her neck sideways.
Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s back and pulled her closer. He mouthed the other nipple and suckled it.
“Oh...baby.”
Zaniyah lifted Marcus’ head and kissed his lips.
Marcus’ mouth roofed Zaniyah’s mouth. His tongue bypassed her lips.
“Umm.”
Zaniyah unloosened Marcus’ tie. She slid it from around his neck and threw it on the royal blue carpet. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and divided it. Zaniyah inched her lips back. She bent her head down and kissed Marcus’ upper chest. Her tongue, at a snail’s pace traveled to the curve of Marcus’ neck.
“Oh baby,”
Marcus closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cushioned high-wing back chair.
Zaniyah kissed Marcus’ closed eyes. She retreated her presence. She outlined his thick eyebrows. She leaned her face downward and kissed his chin. She rubbed the side of her cheek against his.
“I’m ready for us,” Zaniyah whispered in Marcus’ ear; she nipped at the top of his ear; she then licked over his earlobe.
Marcus’ entire body vibrated.
Zaniyah inched back, and then reached down for Marcus’ zipper; she unzipped his pants and dug inside his briefs. She gently lifted his erect dick.
Marcus opened his eyes; he wrapped his arms around Zaniyah’s back and gradually pulled her closer. He leaned up and kissed her under her chin.
Zaniyah bent her head.
Marcus inched his face back and found Zaniyah’s lips.
Zaniyah inched her buttocks up and pulled her thong aside. She circled Marcus’ manhood and stroked her palm up and down the rigid length. She wiggled the helmet of his manhood over the silken opening of her pussy. She leaned forward and whispered in Marcus’ ear, “You like that handsome?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
“Let me see how much.”
Zaniyah scooted her thong aside even more. Her vaginal passage cocooned Marcus’ family jewels.
“Oh fuck me yes.”
The back of Marcus’ head dented the back of his chair. He rested his palms on Zaniyah’s hips. He coaxed the gyration of her pussy walls on his dick.
“Mmm.”
Zaniyah leaned her face downward and kissed Marcus on his lips.
Marcus lifted Zaniyah’s hands and pinned them behind her back. He licked up and down her cleavage. His wet tongue journeyed from one breast to the other.
Zaniyah’s lifted her buttocks. She persistently slammed her vaginal orifice up and down Marcus’ shaft.
Marcus’ tongue gravitated to one breast and then to the other. He suckled Zaniyah neck, and knocked his manhood up inside of her.
Zaniyah’s Blackberry rang.
Marcus refused to relinquish his mouth from off Zaniyah’s nipple. His dick climbed higher. His ejaculation was knocking at the door for an evacuation.
Marcus allowed Zaniyah’s hands freedom.
“Ba…baby...my…my phone.”
Zaniyah blindly reached behind to lift her Blackberry from off Marcus’ desk. She kissed Marcus’ lips.
Marcus continued to hammer Zaniyah’s pussy.
“Oh…Marcus…hol...hold up…my Bla…blackberry.”
Zaniyah managed to slide her Blackberry open. Her finger scrabbled to press in the okay button.
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
“Hello.”
Mr. Delaro held the telephone receiver to his ear closer.
“Hello…Zaniyah are you there.”
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Marcus gripped Zaniyah’s hips tighter. He threw his head back against the chair and ejaculated.
“Oh…baby…shit.”
“Uhh Mar…cus.”
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
Mr. Delaro quickly replaced the receiver back into the cradle.
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Director Marcus Modarius’ Office
Zaniyah’s Blackberry dropped out her hand onto the carpet. She linked her arms around Marcus’ neck.
“Oh...Marcus.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus’ lips and rotated the essence of her climax into his pearly release.
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
There was a knock at Mr. Delaro’s door.
Mr. Delaro Sr. opened the door and entered his son’s study. He pushed it close.
“Son what is this rubbish, I’ve just heard on the news about my granddaughter involvement in a kidnapping. And three of your best man, may have been involved; who all was killed in a shootout at the bank.”
“Yes, if those fucks had anything to do with my daughter getting kidnapped. I swear, I would have killed them myself. Fuck them all to hell.”
“Son, where was Domenico when all this shit was going down?”
“Most likely looking for a fall guy.”
“Domenico’s time is near. In the meantime, after the opening of the casino in New Jersey, we do what needs to be done, and quietly. Now where is my granddaughter as we speak, and is she safe? Has anyone spoken to her since this incident?”
Mr. Delaro Jr. looked back over at the telephone base on the desk.
“Zaniyah is in safe hands for the moment. And now that the shit has been broadcasted and we are down three of our best men. We need an emergency meeting tonight before the Russian Cartel attempt to move in on our territory with drugs and guns.”
Mr. Delaro Jr. palmed the back of his neck.
“In addition, if any of those Russians or Mexican Drug Lords is behind any of this shit. We’re going to need more men brought in for reinforcement. The welfare of my daughter is my top priority. Once that security has been addressed. We call in every card, every marker, and every favor we have, and then we go to war.”
Copyright©SKC-2019
Published 10th Dec 2019
Author's Note
This is a chapter from one of my many published novels. I will be adding a chapter as fitting to celebrate life in general
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11th Dec 2019 1:10am
daddy is ready to kit a lot of ass and some one going to fine jell has been release on them
awesome work my love
awesome work my love
12th Dec 2019 4:08am
LOL... what a refreshing comment and well appreciated, do enjoy your evening and have a relaxing Thursday
