Dante was on the fence about me helping Gram with Theo but since he had some sudden unexpected business to do for his father in place of Leo, he didn't have much choice. No one had even batted an eye in Leo's disappearance yet. Theo was a compulsive gambling snake with a thing for horses and blonds. So with a full wavy blond wig, a fine fitted red cocktail dress and green contact lenses I placed my self in his view.
Theo: Hey Red. How's about you join me up here.
I tuned looking up at him on the other side of the private section pointing at my chest leading his eyes to the mounds over flowing the low cut of the dress. He licked his lips and waved me around. His younger Guard who fit the perfect image of an Italian mafia goon with his slick backed black hair, small mustache and expensive Italian black suite smiled as I scooted past. I could feel his eyes burning my back side. Theo held out a hand.
Theo: What's your name toots.
Rylee: Gene Gray.
I replied in a heavy southern draw as I placed my hand in his. He kisses my knuckles through my silk red gloves never taking his eyes off of me.
Theo: So what brings a southern bell such as your self to the Belmont races.
Rylee: I'm looking for my next thoroughbred sugar.
Theo: You have any preference. I happen to know of a pure bred Italian Stalin looking for a new rider.
He places his hand on my thigh giving it a squeeze. I laugh at his cocky joke putting my hand over his.
Rylee: My family has always raised and bred American thoroughbreds, but now that I have full reign of the family business I might be persuaded to take a gander at something exotic sugar.
His hand slides further up my thigh under my dress.
Theo: You know I could get you a sneak peek at some you might be interested in.
Rylee: Oh do show me the way my handsome Italian stallion.
He growls and stands quickly grabbing me by the waist. His guard follows closely behind but stops at the entrance of the stalls. Theo drags me to the very back where there is a beautiful Black Stallion mare.
Theo: Ain't she a beaut.
I reach up stroking her soft nose but she moves back agitated by Theos presence when he tried to touch her. He snakes his hand between my ass cheeks through my dress and pulls me into him dragging me into the empty stall. Tuscany the name of the mare becomes more agitated. Theo spins me slamming me against the wall lifting my dress to my hips. On cue Gram appears and shoving Theo off of me before punching him so hard he flies under the single rope dividing us from Tuscany. Already agitated it took little effort on our part to get her to do what angry horses do.
In a matter of seconds Theos skull was crushed. Gram vanished out the back as I began screaming for the young guard. He ran to me and I threw my self into his chest.
Rylee: He said he knew her and got in to show her off but... she kicked him.
I screamed and cried. He pulled me into his side rubbing my shoulder.
Guard: Stupid old bastard.
I looked up into his almost black eyes with curiosity.
Guard: He was a total asshole and if you hadn't guessed why he brought you in here. You should know that horse just saved you from being another one of his victims. He would have fucked you, conned you into buying this horse and you'd never see or hear from him again or the horse.
Rylee: I'm so stupid. My dad warned me before he died not to trust any New Yorker.
Guard: We're not all bad.
Rylee: What's your name sugar.
Guard: Jackson.
Jackson: So even though I might of just become unemployed you wanna see New York with a real Man.
Rylee: You are too kind sugar but I'm afraid I'm just a bit too shaken up right now to accept that kind of invitation. Shouldn't we call the police.
Jackson: Don't worry about a thing Miss Gray. I'll take care of this.
He pulls out a card and writes his number down.
Jackson: Just incase you change your mind.
Rylee: Thank you again sugar.
He walks me out of the stable and sets me down on a bench while he makes a call to someone.
Jackson: Who? More like what as in death by horse.
He laughed.
Jackson: Yeah. The old fat fuck pushed his luck with a lady out of his league and got trampled.
He gave me a wink. This kid was a little on the deranged side.
Jackson: No not the women you stupid fuck. Tuscany literally kicked the fuckers skulls in.
While he seemed heavily engrossed in his conversation I slip away. Meeting Gram back at the limo he drove me here in. As soon as I get in the back I rip off the wig and change my clothes shoving everything in my small black pack I had waiting in the limo, along with my phone and a message from Dante.
Dante: Need to finish up a few things. Be home late. Love you.
I text him back
Rylee: Love you.
After we ditched the limo we decided to get some Chinese food and go back to the townhome.
Rylee: Gram, have you been out to Albany since we've been back.
He nodded while fighting with a stubborn piece of chicken with his chop sticks till he finally just stabbed it with one and popped it into his mouth.
Gram: The people that bought the property from Roy apparently liked the the house and had it rebuilt.
Rylee: Really? You think they kept inside the same.
Gram: No they had the inside altered but the outside is exactly the same.
Rylee: I want a place like that someday. Maybe when this is all over? Have you thought about Dante's offer.
Gram: You're stuck with me kid till the gods are ready to take me. I will always have your back.
Rylee: I'll let Dante know to get you a room
At the Hotel.
Gram: I think it's best if we hold off on that till after the Gala. It's still too risky. Your uncle still has guards who would recognize me.
I smile with understanding before I clear our dishes and plop down on the couch next to him to watch a movie like we use to. Before I turned assassin that is. Once a week usually Sunday nights we would relax eat Chinese food and watch a movie. Tonight one of our favorite Jason Statham movies came on. Transporter! I didn't realize how tired I was till I found my self jumping off the couch to the sound of gun shots. Gram jumped off the couch grabbing my shoulders.
Gram: Rylee
He lowered me back to the couch and held me. This use to happen at the beginning when I was recovering from being shot. I'd have dreams. Nightmares really! About my families death and would wake in a fright. Gram was always there to bring me back. Only this time it wasn't my family's death. It was Dante.
Rylee: I need to go.
I ran to the parking garage and hopped into the charcoal grey Camaro Dante gave me and flew to the hotel. No one was guarding the private garage. I got on the elevator trying to call Dante for the tenth time still with no answer. The door opened and I rush past who ever was on guard throwing the doors open to an empty apartment. I turned back to the entrance doors to see Jason standing there.
Rylee: Where's Dante?
I demand walking up to him.
Jason: He's fine. He's with the doc right now and should be back soon.
Rylee: What happened.
Jason: All I was told was that he took a hit to his arm but that he was fine.
Rylee: What the hell happened?
Jason: I wasn't given any of the details.
Rylee: You know where he was don't you. What he was doing. Who he was with.
Jason: He was with James and Erik that's all I know.
Rylee: Why isn't any one down stairs watching the garage.
Jason looks at me confused before tapping his ear piece.
Jason: Trevor
He's looking waiting for a response.
Jason: Trevor you shit you better fucking answer to why you aren't at your post.
An eery silence falls and I know all to well a storm is about to hit.
Jason: Finally where the fuck where you.
I can't here what Trevors saying but after a few back and forths Jason looks at me with a smile.
Jason: Their on the way up.
He walks back to his post. I wait anxiously in the door way. Just then the elevator dings open and Dante walks out with his hair tussled. His suite jacket has a hole in the arm and even though it's black I can see the blood stains in it. It's not until I throw my arms around his waist that the panic feeling subsided. The tears fall as he wraps one arm around me and we slide down to the floor.
Dante: Shhhh.... It's ok baby. I'm ok. It's just a flesh wound.
Even with just one arm he picked me up shutting the front door with his foot and leads us to the bedroom. I help remove his jacket slowly and investigate the bandage. I want to see how bad it is but it's bandaged up good so I leave it alone and carefully undress him down to his boxer briefs.
Dante: Get undressed and come here baby.
I strip to just my panties and lay on his right side. Kissing his chest, to his collar bone, up his neck, to his scruffy day old stubble under his chin.
Rylee: What happened?
Dante: There was some retaliation for Salvador. A few stragglers that hadn't gotten the message. I think they got the message loud and clear this time.
Rylee: If you didn't end them all I will!!
He chuckles as he tickles my side nudging me on top of him. His cock was hard and ready.
Rylee: Are you trying to get sympathy sex?
His smile holds his dimples sending a shiver of pleasure through me as I rub along his erect penis through his boxers. Slowly I pull his boxers off and run my tongue along his shaft.
Dante: Hmmm. That'll do.
I massage his balls with one hand while gripping his pulsing cock in my other guiding it slowly to my lips. Twisting my hand up and down while twirling my tongue around the tip and down. Sucking up like on a straw in a thick milk shake he quivers beneath me.
Dante: Fuck that feels so good baby.
My pussy is throbbing. My stomach flutters with anticipation. I slither out of my panties and lean over him on my knees with his cock still in one hand. I stroke him a few times before guiding my self down on him. Slow and torturous. I run my fingers through the light hair on his chest before gripping his flexing pecks. He grips my hips with both hands despite his wound and pounds into me till I collapse on his chest reveling in the orgasm.