SORRY, It's worth it, I SWEAR!
"We need to hurry!" I told Dominic. "Xavier should be on stage any minute!"
"Oh, in the back," Dominic gestured to his back seat. "He dropped that off for you, per Kitara?"
I reached back, and pulled a bag from the front seat. "What's--" I pulled the jacket.
"I don't know how your girl found someone to make that happen, but I gotta give her props." He said, concentrating on the road. "That is a Kevlar jacket-bullet proof. According to Lis, she had a few of these made for her son, and he gave one to you. Fits nice, huh?"
I slipped it on and zipped up. "Uh, yeah."
"You don't know what symbol that is, do you?"
"Nope."
Dominic shook his head and laughed, "You need to catch up on your comic books, dude. You need some more Americanization."
I scoffed at that. "We're not far. What about you?"
"What about what?"
"Protection?"
"You are looking at one hell of a Kevlar suit," he smiled broadly. "this would make James Bond jealous." He saw me give him a look, and he laughed again.
We finally got to the club, and it was crowded. Xavier once said he could fill a house, and this was one of those times I wished the kid was lying. The place was packed. I put on sunglasses, and we parked on the street.
We were permitted in without being stopped. That was a bit upsetting, but then I saw that the bouncers had pictures of us on their phones. Xavier had paved the way. They gave a respectful nod, and one of them texted whom I assume was Xavier to let him know we were here.
Suddenly my phone chimed. Xavier texted me.
XMAN: What's up?
SSWW: Attempt made and thwarted. Think you're next.
Suddenly, Xavier walked out on stage, and the crowd went wild.
Dominic's eyebrows lifted. "Wow, he's got a whole suit." He looked around. "Get to the front, I'll cover from here."
I moved around to the side and up by the front. Security helped me along. As he got the crowd jumping and wild for the show, I watched him. He was definitely enigmatic. He did a three minute song of his own, and then started telling them the live performances that would take place before going back to the DJ and dance music.
Xavier smiled at me when he saw me offstage. He nodded, and stepped back so I could see one of his guys on the other side. He danced again, and pointed on opposite corners in the back of the house. His guys were in the corners watching everything, and I could see Dominic covering back center, canvassing everything. I looked out, and watched everyone dancing or at least bobbing their heads or getting drinks, save one.
He was dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a hoodie. It looked bulky on one side. He just stared.
I saw him reach in his hoodie. Oh, no.
"Now that you're officially turned up, let's get on with the--"
"Gun!" I cried, taking a few jumps and landing on Xavier as the shot rang out. I felt a sting, but nothing bad. I watched as the crowds headed for exits. Dominic and Xavier's guys looked like they were swimming upstream. "Black hoodie!"
There were a bunch of those.
"There!" Xavier cried into his earpiece. "White guy, brown hair, stop him!"
Dominic got to him first, and knocked him out with one punch. Xavier's guys held him in place, waiting for him to come to.
"The police are on their way," Xavier said. "One of the guys called."
As everything began to slow down, I got a better look. Dominic was talking to someone on his earpiece, then he just stopped. He clicked the earpiece a few times like he was redialing. He gave me a look, and walked to the stage.
"We're after someone called Peter Grant," he said. "And that's not him. We gotta go."
"Home?"
"Yeah, I just lost Alisha on the phone."
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Alisha clicked off, and set down the phone.
"What?"
"Peter Grant paid a guy to stab Shane, and shoot Xavier."
I gasped, feeling tears come to my eyes.
"They're fine, but we're not." She looked around. "I just lost my phone signal."
"That can't be right, we have--"
"A jammer," she finished. "someone is jamming our cell phones. That device has to be close by." She looked around. "I'm going to check all the windows, and double check the alarms. Shane has the code, right?"
"He and Xavier, yes," I answered, my heart starting to race.
"Okay, so you go up to your room and lock yourself in." she said, "I'm shutting down the house."
"Come on, Zeus!" I raced up the steps, hearing Zeus's toenails on the wooden steps. I was about to head to my room, when Zeus laid down in front of me. "Zeus, come on." Zeus put his head down on the floor. "Zeus!" And then it hit me. He didn't want me to go into my own room. I took a breath, and started backing away. I tapped my thigh and Zeus got up, moving back with me. He's here! "Go down, Zeus. Go down--"
Zeus sprinted down the steps as I heard a click.
I'd never seen Peter Grant in person before. He was clean cut, looking like a businessman or some sort of preppy. But then I chilled, remembering that was how Brandon was. He knew how to look clean by society terms. He was about the same height as Shane, except he had light brown eyes and hair, dressed in jeans and a sports jacket and baseball cap. He was holding a gun. "Grant."
"Please, call me Peter," he smiled as if we were being introduced and he was going to reach out and shake my hand. He gestured to my room. I was shaking so much I thought my teeth would chatter. "I've heard so much about you--"
Another gun clicked and I heard Alisha say, "I wish I hadn't at all."
Peter put his hands up and Alisha pistol-whipped him. He dropped like a stone.
"Please tell me you have something to tie him up with," I said. Just then, I heard the front door open downstairs.
"Babe?" Alisha called.
"Got you," Dominic growled, coming up behind Alisha. He pulled string ties and then cuffed his hands for good measure. "Looks like you had everything tied off."
Suddenly I felt a pair of arms turn me around and pull me into a hard chest. I looked up to see Shane. He looked like he'd been in a fight. "What happened to you--" He laughed softly, and drew me close, then looked down at me, running his thumbs over my cheeks, using his fingers to splay and caress my jaw. "You didn't answer my question."
"Aaah, he's fine," Dominic said. "Packed a punch, too."
"Mom?"
I gasped. "Xavier? Xavier, up here!" As soon as he appeared, I threw my arms around him. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, your guy here--" he nodded in Shane's direction. "Did a flying tackle that might have saved my neck."
I ran my hands over Shane, and found the bullet in his jacket. "Shane!" I looked at Dominic. "He's been shot!"
"No, my vest got shot, might have some bruising, though," Shane smiled down at me.
"Shane, I'm so--" He cut off my words with a kiss, and I forgot what I was going to say.
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I was fine. I really was, but then the prospect of being pampered made me shut up.
Dominic and Alisha took the room down the hall, celebrating another success, no doubt. They'd be leaving in the morning. Xavier was safely downstairs with friends, celebrating their victory and that no one was hurt. It did really leave us.
My heart skipped as Kitara locked the door. "I am fine." Why was I swallowing hard?
"Just want to make sure," she said softly, taking the jacket off and removing my cap. She pulled my shirt over my head, and threw it needlessly aside. She unfastened my jeans and I kicked off my shoes as she unzipped and slid them carefully down to my ankles. Her lips dragged up my inner thighs, alternating over each one, then delivered a hot but teasing kiss to the bulge in my underwear. "That looks uncomfortable." She slid them down, too, and I stepped out of them. She led me to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. As the water warmed, I could just make out her silhouette undressing. She stepped in and started washing me. She started with shampoo, massaging my scalp and making me want to lie down as the relaxed feeling spread through me. She rinsed my hair, and then started on my body.
"Turn around."
I smiled, assuming the position, hands against the shower wall, legs slightly parted. She glided over my back with enough pressure to smooth and relax, making me sigh. Her hands felt so good, even with a washcloth, smoothing over my backside and down my legs, carefully, lovingly. Would she ever say it again? Did she know she said it then? I longed to hear it...
"Alright, again." She whispered, and I obeyed. To my disappointment she was already soaped up, and she was washing my neck, chest and shoulders. "Close your eyes, love." She slowed her movements, washing my face, like one who was blind and could only see with her hands. A lump formed in my throat as she paid attention to my ears, massaging the jaw line and the rush of relaxation washed over me. It had been a rough day, I realized. She finally sank to her knees, and washed the front of my legs and between my toes, afterward paying the most careful attention to sensitive parts that at the moment were getting rock hard and erect. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and enjoying it. I felt her body slide up mine and I caught her in my arms.
She turned the shower off. I could hear her getting a towel and drying off. Why? My eyes opened, puzzled to see her gentle smile. She began drying me off, and I was going to take the towel, but with one evasive move, I saw that she wasn't letting it go. I tried to reach for one, but she began drying my hand when I did. When she finished, she just looked at me. Tell me. I thought so loud, I could have sworn she could hear. Tell me you love me and I'll take it from there.
She led me out of the shower to our bed. She crawled in and offered her hand. I took it and came in after her. I laid down and she straddled my hips, massaging my face, and gently working down to my neck and shoulders with skilled fingers. It was one thing to want something physically, but when your heart wants it too, it aches...when she kissed me, I moaned softly. I felt like I had all I needed in that moment, her lips, tongue and teeth caressing me as she worked downward so slowly, my body began to move to try to get closer, get more...
"Kitara!" I breathed, collapsing against the pillows as she bathed me with her tongue. I caressed her head, stroking her hair as she brought me to a climax, my whole body ready for it from all she had done before. I rocked and panted with the spasms, almost begging her to stop but not sure I wanted her to.
She rose from the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom. She returned with a wet towel. She laid the almost hot cloth on my cock, which had been washed, rinsed, kissed, stroked, and exhausted at the moment. She gently cleaned it again, and I groaned at the relaxing and heated pleasure of it, unbelieving that I couldn't feel more at ease. She kissed my forehead. "Rest."
As I felt sleep take me, I thought how much I knew she loved me but also how much I needed the words.