Page 9 of Teddy Sinatra: Go Your Own Way
When their orgasms finally waned, they were breathing so heavily that they thought they were going to pass out from the sheer emotion of it all. It was the hardest cum they’d had in a long, long time.
Teddy was leaned against Nikki, breathing harder than she was, when their realities returned and she couldn’t hold it in a second longer. She knew he was tired. He had to be: he’d worked all night. Or at least did something all night. But she was nobody’s fool. She didn’t sweep shit under rugs.
“Who was that woman you kissed at the bar last night?”
Although he remained leaned against her body, she could feel his own body stiffen when she asked that question. Then he leaned back and looked her dead in the eyes, which she appreciated. “She was somebody I used to know who needed help.”
“What kind of help?”
“Her boyfriend is abusive. That kind of help.”
Nikki didn’t know what she expected him to say, but it wasn’t that. “So you agreed to help her?”
“I agreed to send some of our guys over there to help her, yes. She’s an old friend.”
“Friend,” asked Nikki, “or lover?”
Teddy didn’t hesitate. “Both,” he admitted.
“When was the last time?”
“Years ago. Before I met you.”
Nikki continued to stare at him. He was no natural liar, but he was still a man. She still had to keep her guard up. But in this instance, she believed him. To a point. “What you will never get me to understand,” she said, “is that you had time to have drinks with an old friend-slash-lover, but you haven’t had time all week to have dinner with me and your daughter.” She shook her head. “I tolerate a lot of shit from you, Teddy Sinatra. Lots of shit because I know you’re out there doing what you need to do. But I’m not tolerating that shit. I’mnevertoleratingthatshit. Remember that,” she said, and then moved away from him, forcing his penis to slide out of her. And then she left the shower.
Teddy leaned his forehead against the wall she just vacated and closed his eyes. Because he did feel some sense of guilt. Seeing Caitlan again reminded him of his days when he was free as a bird. Could come and go when he pleased. Was working for himself and had no responsibilities whatsoever. Didn’t have his old man breathing down his neck like he was some child he had to manage. And a part of him, a growing part of him, missed those days.
But those days were long gone, and he knew it.
He changed the water from hot to cold, and took a long, cold shower.
CHAPTER SIX
Later that morning and Teddy sped onto the docks and stopped at the main office. Renardo Strickland, his dock supervisor, was waiting for him.
“We got another one, Boss.”
Teddy got out of his car. “Same shit?”
“Same, yes sir. But it’s still a threat.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Teddy said. “All week we’ve been getting these threats and all week our ships have been sitting like sitting ducks. I want those buckets out today.”
“Which ones?”
“What do you mean which ones? All of them! No more delays. If that shit was gonna happen, that shit would have happened by now. We sail today. Every ship. This is Mick fucking Sinatra’s outfit. Who the fuck they think they’re dealing with? I’m tired of this shit. We move today!”
“Yes sir, Boss.”
“Get crews onboard already here and call crews in that aren’t here yet. Pop has already lost millions with these delays. He’s gonna have my ass when he gets back in the country. These ships have got to move.”
“Bugs didn’t have any intel?”
“He had some shit to tell. But nothing actionable.” Then Teddy exhaled at just the thought that Potter Rarsi might be involved and how complicated that would be. “At least not yet. We’re working on it.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we’ve got the person he claims might be involved under surveillance. It means we don’t strike the target we had until we make sure the target Bugs put out there is right. I doubt it, but we’ll see. But forget all of that. We sail today. Get it done,” Teddy said and began heading to the office.
