Page 115 of Forgotten Deeds

“What’s this?” Lily asks with concern as she touches the edge of a bandage peeking out of my v-neck tee.

“See for yourself.” Smiling, I shrug out of my shirt and peel off the bandage from my left pec—revealing the tribute to my girls.

Tears well in her eyes as she leans down and kisses my new ink: it’s my hand yanking out of the bloody dirt a pink lily and a purple iris by the roots. “Darius, I love it.”

The shrill beep from my pager puts a damper on the moment. “Give me just a few minutes. Go to bed and be naked for me. Don’t fucking touch that needy pussy until I get in there.”

Eyes heavy with desire and defiance, she smirks before walking out. I know I’ll walk into our bedroom and find her playing with her clit, and I can’t wait to spank that tight little ass of hers for it.

“Darius,” I return the call to the number on my pager.

“Jersey Delight,” is all Big Benny says.

“Excellent,” I tell him, hanging up.

Walking to the bedroom, sure enough, Lily’s splayed out naked on our bed—touching herself with her thighs spread wide.

What terrible fucking timing. “Wifey, I have to go take care of some business.”

“Right now?” She huffs, dropping her hand from her clit in frustration.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” I promise her. Walking over to the bed, I have a seat on the edge and snatch her hand, bringing it to my mouth. “A little appetizer to take the edge off.” I lick the juices from her fingers, one-by-one.

“Darius,” Lily says in that throaty voice she doesn’t even realize she uses when she’s turned on. “It’s late. Why do you have to—”

I silence her by thrusting my tongue in her mouth—giving her a taste of herself; a taste of perfection. Pulling back, I press my lips to her forehead before standing and walking into my closet—gearing up quickly while ignoring my throbbing dick.

Lily’s sitting on the bed when I join her, having put my shirt back on and hugging her knees. “Please be careful,” she begs.

“Always for you and Iris,” I tell her, giving her one more reassuring kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” she tells me with a sigh, and I’ll never get tired of hearing those sweet words from her pouty lips.

Locking up behind me, I switch plates on my car before making the drive to the motel. “I want the adjoining room to the Jersey Delight for the entire evening,” I tell a different clerk from the one I dealt with last time. This guy’s watching a cop procedural show; I’ll have to ask Nonna if she knows about this one.

“That room’s unavailable until ten,” the man tells me with a heavy smoker’s cough.

Waving a Benjamin, I tell him, “Make it available now.”

He perks up at that, opening the deal tray, and I drop the cash inside. Eagerly retrieving the money, he says, “Gimmie just a few minutes.” The man takes off through the back—probably to move a hooker and her john currently occupying the room I need. Fine by me, as I’m after a different John.

The man returns a few minutes later. “You’re in luck. The Velvet Room is all yours. I’ll need a copy of your driver’s license.”

Waving another hundred, I say, “You don’t.” I pay for the room, and the man passes a key through the deal tray. “You never saw me,” I warn him.

“Never saw you,” he agrees, returning to his television show.

Entering my room, I try not to think about the bodily fluids covering every square inch of this dump as I pick up the dresser—really wish I hadn’t seen what was under there—and move it to the adjoining wall. Climbing on top of it, I remove the mirror. There’s three small holes—two for viewing pleasure, and one for shooting pleasure.

I smile, setting my sights on John Davis. Let’s see if this man rises from the ashes like his Phoenix tattoo. John’s on his knees on the bed, going to town fucking someone who’s on all fours. I’m many things, but a cockblocker isn’t one of them, so I’ll at least give my target the courtesy of nutting before I kill him. As for the individual getting fucked, all I can tell them is choose your partner wiser in the next life.

John gives a final thrust before shooting his load. And now time for me to unload. I move my finger to the trigger, but lower my gun when I see the face of John’s fuck buddy.

Bloody hell.

The End

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