When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-Three)

BRIGHTON BEACH
Brooklyn, New York
Little Russia

Dmeshii looked at a rebroadcasted female news reporter interviewing the black man. He lifted the remote control from off the table and increased the volume. He glanced around the condominium at several of his posted men.

“Do any one of you know who this black man is?”

Everyone looked at one another.

“Boss, this is the second time I have seen him on television. He is someone who works for the FBI.”

Dmeshii palmed his chin.

“Do we have a location on a Mr...” Dmeshii looked down at the name as the news scrolled the name of the person who foiled a potential kidnapping. “A Mr. Marcus Modarius.”

Sadoski thought to himself for a minute.

“Wait a minute, I think he is the same person held responsible for shooting, Domenico’s three men.”

“So this nigger knows how to point and shoot, interesting. I need you two to find out where Mr. Modarius sleeps and pay him an untimely visit. He is fucking with a prospering and lucrative business.”

“Boss, have you forgotten he is a federal agent.”

“Everyone has a price. I need you to find his. If he doesn’t go along with the program. The news will be reporting a FBI Agent dies in the line of duty, while fucking a prostitute. I need you Sadoski, and Tank to make that shit happen if at all possible.”

“Tell me the plan is not setting up a federal agent with a piece of pussy.”

“Yes, and whoever you get will overdose where Mr. Modarius lays his head.”

“Boss that could be tricky.”

Dmeshii glanced back at Marcus being interviewed. He looked back at Sadoski.

“Make it happen, or you will be joining that prostitute in the morgue. Oh, has anyone in here spoken to Domenico?” Dmeshii peeped down at his watch. “He owes me two million dollars by nightfall. Or we kill him where he stands.”

“No Boss, and I’m sure Domenico is thinking of another plan in regards of getting your money. Remember that nigger fucked his plans up in kidnapping his boss’ daughter.”

“The means of him getting me my money, is not my problem. As long as he has it.”

Sadoski cleared his throat.

“Sadoski, I need a small favor. I need you to also find out where this woman, a Miss. Zaniyah Delaro resides. I think she may be able to lead me to where my drugs are stashed, or lead me to her bed.”

“Boss, tread carefully.”

“Dammit! I want my, money, revenge, or pussy. I have people who needs to be paid, and since that half-cocked Italian fucker fucked me, then someone has to pay. Now find me an address on the nigger and that good looking pussy, now!”

Sadoski snapped his fingers.

Four of Dmeshii’s men walked over and joined Sadoski.

“We have a mission.”

Dmeshii looked up at his five hired gunmen.

“Yes, and do not fail. I definitely want Miss. Delaro’s address.”

“I think we can handle that Boss.”

“I suggest you men take extra measurement. Word on the street is that nigger can shoot.”

“Boss, he can’t shoot all of us at the same time.”

“Then get the job done and report back here by nightfall. We have three crates we need to transport from Customs, which needs to be moved and distributed to the right people.”

“Boss, have you gotten confirmation, our contact from the Port of New York and New Jersey has the three crates in his possession.”

“That is why I hired you five.”

“We will get right on it.”

All five men walked over to the door.

Sadoski pulled the door open.

All four men flooded out the door.

Sadoski walked out the door and pulled it close.

SAND POINT
Long Island, New York

Marcus pulled his Land Rover in front of her Zaniyah’s father’s residence.

Zaniyah noticed Marcus left the engine remain running.

“Thank you for riding me to Long Island.”

“No worries.”

Silence prevailed.

Marcus looked down at his watch. He then looked over at Zaniyah.

“Marcus could we talk.”

“Dammit talk about what. I have to deal with shit coming from racist bastards every day, questioning my profession, but I be damn, if I have to deal with that shit, coming from someone, who I thought, I’ve made the effort to show her I dig her vibes. But as also, that mouth of yours seems to move before your brain even begins to think.”

“I am truly sorry for what was said between us. That issue or a statement such as that will never resurface.”

“Let’s just step away for a minute. You, as well as your father have your own agenda to deal with.”

Miss. Jikonos opened the door.

“I think you need to get inside.”

“Is this the end of us?”

Marcus palmed his chin down.

“I can’t say.”

His cell phone rang.

Marcus moved aside his suit jacket. He lifted his cell phone from off his hip clip. He slid it open and looked down at the screen. He placed the cell phone up to his ear.

“Director Modarius.”

Drug Enforcement Agency
New York Division
New York, New York

“Yes my name is Jamie Hunter, Special Agent-in-Charge of the New York Division of the DEA. I was left a message by an Agent Blackstone regarding an investigation the FBI is conducting on a Mr. Dmeshii Yukisovo.”

“Yes, however, the sensitivity of the exchanged information. I prefer to have this conversation back in my office.”

“Yes, by all means Director Modarius.”

Marcus looked over at Zaniyah.

“I will contact you once I return to my office.”

“I will expect that call.”

Marcus slid his cell phone down and replaced it back on his hip clip. He pivoted to face Zaniyah.

“Baby, I have to get back to my office. I have a very important call to return, as you’ve heard.”

“So what become of us?”

“For the moment. I have an ongoing investigation I really need to concentrate on, and I could really use the...”

“Break without the emotional hindrance from a woman,” Zaniyah finished.”

“I’ll call you.”

“Sure you would.”

Zaniyah unsnapped her seatbelt. She lifted her purse and umbrella from off the car mat. She reached for the door handle. She looked back over her shoulder.

“Take care and be safe out there.”

“No doubt.”

Zaniyah pivoted to grasp the door handle.

Marcus reached out for Zaniyah’s hand and squeezed it.

Zaniyah let go of the door handle and turned to face Marcus.

Marcus removed his hand and then uplifted Zaniyah’s chin. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed her on the lips. He kissed her bottom lip and drew his face back.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I see no colors when I’m with you, please believe that.”

Marcus sat back against the comforts of his leather seat.

“Time will tell.”

“Yes, just make sure it’s not in someone else’s bed.”

“I will keep that thought in mind beautiful woman.”

Marcus unsnapped his seatbelt and opened the door. He got out his vehicle and pushed the door close; he walked around his vehicle. Marcus opened the door for Zaniyah. He assisted her out his vehicle and pushed the door close.

“I love you.”

“I will return the sentiment when I find out where you heart and your head is at beautiful woman.”

“I have hope for us.”

Zaniyah turned to walk away.

“Wait.”

Zaniyah turned around to face Marcus.

“Yes.”

“I prefer you to stay at your father’s residence, and no arguing the fact.”

Marcus leaned his face downward and kissed Zaniyah on her lips. He inched back.

“Yes sir handsome.”

Zaniyah walked away from Marcus.

Mr. Delaro allowed the curtain to fall in place. He returned to his desk.

“Are you all right with Zaniyah mixing her…”

“Father, according to the news, that same black man saved my daughter, not once but twice. Hell no I’m not all right with the concept, but at this moment, I would sacrifice my demands on who makes my daughter happy, rather he’s pink, blue, or purple. I have a sick sense, shit is about to hit the fan, and I mean real soon.”

“Son, maybe Zaniyah would we better off in Italy.”

“Father. I do not trust anyone at this point. Zaniyah’s general welfare, will be maintained if she stays here.”

“How about Domenico?”

“Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. You know how this family works. Domenico will be the one who hangs himself.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Zaniyah twisted the door to her father’s study and entered. She pushed the door close. She turned around.

“Father.”

Mr. Delaro stood and rushed around his desk.

Zaniyah ran into her father’s outstretched arms.

Both embraced and then stepped back.

“How are you father?”

“I’m fine dear, and I heard about the incident this morning. Are you all right dear.”

“Yes father.”

“Good. From here on out. I will assign one of my best men to be at your side.”

“Father, I do not trust anyone. Tango, Little Lenny, Moretti, and Domenico had something to do with the hit on you, and I could say without a doubt, attempting to kidnap me.”

Mr. Delaro looked across his study at his father.

“I am aware of that. Justice will be dealt with at the right time. Are you hungry? Miss. Jikonos has prepared a dinner.”

“I’m fine father.”

Zaniyah turned to face her grandfather.

“Grandfather, so good to see you again.”

“You too Zaniyah. I noticed you have been in the company of that nig…, black man.”

“Grandfather, his name is Director Marcus Modarius of the FBI, and I really like him.”

“But he’s a black man.”

“I’ve never noticed.” Zaniyah turned to face her father. “Father, I need to return to my condo, and grab me some clothes.”

“Clothes can wait, the streets is too hot for you to be out on them.”

“I will take Carlito with me.”

“I said no, it’s too dangerous.”

“Father please, I need clothes, and my briefcase. Since the DEA has closed down my art gallery. I will have to work from home. I have several clients I have to contact about their purchases.”

Mr. Delaro palmed his chin down.

“Carlito will escort you up to your condominium, and wait for you.”

“Yes sir.”

Zaniyah turned and walked out her father’s study.

BRIGHTON BEACH
Brooklyn, New York
Little Russia

“Is this the correct address of Miss. Delaro?”

Dmeshii looked up from the piece of paper Sadoski just handed to him.

“According to our spies on the street, yes.”

“Have my vehicle gassed and ready to move out.” Dmeshii, snapped his fingers. “How about Mr. Modarius’ address.”

“We are still working on that one.”

Dmeshii palmed his goatee down.

“Maybe we could use Miss. Delaro, to flush that black bastard out.”

“Boss, you stated you do not want a blood bath from neither parties behind our actions.”

“And it will not be from our hands. We will blame the shit on the Mexican Drug Lords. Hector was the man who sent his goons to put a hit out on Mr. Delaro. Since it was not carried out. It will be assumed Hector wanted to sample Mr. Delaro’s daughter’s goods in the sheets.”

“Boss, you look nothing like Hector.”

“That’s why blindfolds were invented.”

Sadoski palmed his chin down. He nodded his head in compliance. He looked over at Dmeshii.

“Boss, do you think it will work.”

“Absolutely, I do not think Mr. Delaro, would want shit put out on the streets his daughter was fucking a Mexican Drug Lord Kingpin. The only agenda Mr. Delaro will be seeking is revenge to the death against Hector and his boys. Once the combat begins, the Feds will have their hands filled sorting through a bloody turf war, while our hands shall remain clean.”

“It’s a risky shot, however; wait a minute. The woman is already fucking that black federal agent.”

“And second, she will get fucked by a Russian, quite literally.”

Each man laughed.


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