Ally's Revenge (Part 1 complete, Part 2 in progress)

Chapter 11

"Damien, what is it?" She must have seen the daggers shooting from my eyes. She had not noticed the men outside since her back was to the window.

"I think we have a tag along or maybe he just had the same urge for a burrito that we had," I say as I nod towards the door.

"What?" When she turns around and sees whom I was referring to, her face is filled with panic.

Time to take care of this once and for all. I know I can't kill them right there in front of the church and the people eating on the patio, but that doesn't mean I can't threaten them and then make good on my promise later today. "Wait right here. No matter what happens or what you see, do not leave this booth. Please?"

I get up before I change my mind, leaving Ally still asking questions. She asked what I plan to do and I honestly have no idea. I know I have at least 100 feet to decide. I'm out the door, across the street and at the driver's side door before they ever saw me. The older man from the bench is speaking to the driver in Siculu, which tells me they are from Sicily or the Italian peninsula. Luckily, this is a language I not only understand, but also speak fluently.

"I have collected the contract, I was simply giving the woman some food before I take her to Antonio," I say in Siculu to the man and the driver.

This statement makes the older man very upset. He begins raising his arms and yelling at me. "You LIE!"

Luckily the driver believes my story. "I told you to grab her at the market. You old fool, you have cost me money for the last time." The passenger is texting someone on his phone, which makes me more nervous than the two men yelling at me.

"If you would like, you can meet me later and I will give you a percentage. I will meet you back at the market at sunset."

The men seem satisfied with this idea, but feel it necessary to try to intimidate me before they leave. The man in the passenger seat leans towards me and says, "You may think you are some sort of mercenary, but I can assure you, we are the professionals here. Do not make us have to come find you tonight."

"As I said, sunset, at the market." I end the conversation with this and cross the street to go back to Ally.

"What did they want?" Ally asked, eyes wide with curiosity and a small dose of fright.

Avoiding her question, I ask if she is ready to leave. I pay our bill and thank the waiter, leaving him a huge tip since we held his table for over two hours.

The ride to Ally's house is quiet. I have to remind myself I am not supposed to know where she lives, which is out of character for me since I usually do not forget the small details like that. She gives me the directions without looking at me.

"What time is the alarm company coming," I ask, trying to break the silence.

"They are probably already there; I left a key for them."

I am apprehensive about driving straight to her house so I take a few side streets to make sure we are not being followed. As we pull into the driveway, I can tell she is on edge.

"What did they want," she asks again. We are sitting in the driveway, my door is open and I am half way out the truck, but she is still sitting in the passenger seat, looking at me with those big green eyes.

I struggle with these new feelings, trying to decide if I should tell her the truth or make up some ludicrous story. Even if I told her the truth, would she believe me? Do I really even know what the truth is?

"I don't know Ally, but I promise, I will find out."

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After meeting with the security company and going over all the options for an upgraded alarm, Ally says she is tired and wants to lie down for a while. To my complete surprise, she asks me to stay. The only room the intruder didn't completely destroy was the formal living room, which even though it looks like it should be in a Southern Living magazine, it has an oversized leather sofa that swallows you as you sit down. I set my cell phone alarm for two hours before sunset, which gives me about three hours to relax and come up with a plan. Since I was at the market this morning, I know the lay out and I have a good idea of what I am going to do. I will have to arrive in plenty of time to set up but since I am only about five minutes away, and I already have everything I need, I am not concerned with being late.

Ally sits in the middle of the sofa, grabs my arm, puts it around her shoulder, and lies down against my chest. This takes me by complete surprise but I dare not say so. We talk for a few minutes, about nothing in particular, but this only last for a moment. We suddenly have our first extremely uncomfortable silence. I replay the last few minutes, trying to recall what I might have said to upset her, when she grabs the back of my neck and presses her plump lips against mine. The kiss is soft and sweet at first but soon turns into a frenzy of heat. I part her lips with my tongue and taste honey. She returns my kiss and moans out with pleasure. I run my hand down her back and grab a handful of her plump ass: she runs her hands along my arms, feeling my muscles. We moan out in pleasure at the same time, detaching ourselves from one another. I grab the bottom of my shirt to lift over my head but she stops me. "Please, let me. I have wanted to see those abs since the moment I saw you."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I say as she practically rips my shirt over my head. As soon as the shirt hits the floor, she straddles me and rips her shirt off too. "Hey, no fair, that was supposed to be my job."

"I'll make it up to you; you can take off my pants," she says, but I can barely pay attention to anything more than those beautiful round tits bouncing in my face. She bends down to lick my nipple, and traces my tattoo with her fingers. "I knew you were a bad boy."

"Just because I have tattoos doesn't make me a bad boy," I say but I did not get to finish my statement because she begins unbuckling my belt.

"Hold on, baby," I lift her up off my lap to grab my SIG and holster out my waistband and lay it on the floor beside us.

"You've had that thing on you this entire time?"

"I never leave home without it." I pull her back down on my lap and pull her beautiful breast out the bra. As I lean down to suck on her nipple, she sees my back and gasp's.

"Wow! I've never seen that much work up close."

"Baby, you'll have all the time in the world to admire my tattoo after I make you come."

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