Scarlett and the Feds (4 page)

It seemed like hours before the two agents returned and I realized I had no clue how long I had been there and wished I had my purse, but Agent Parker confiscated it when they abducted me. Without a doubt Victor was losing his mind because I was sure he had been trying to reach me and I hadn’t responded.

Scarlett fished her bright red lipstick out of her pocket, hoping that the Navy Seals would be arriving at any minute to rescue us.

The gray metal door flung open with that familiar creak I was used to hearing and both agents retuned. Agent Parker held a folder in his left hand and slapped it on the table in front of me.

“Open it,” he ordered.

I pulled out the first piece of paper and started reading. It exonerated both myself and Victor from any wrongdoing or charges if I agreed to assist the Feds in apprehending the names on the list by wearing a wire-tap to capture those individuals that the FBI deemed as potential suspects and wear a wire with any meeting I had with Joe Salvatore as well as agree to ask him a set of questions given to me by the FBI. Forfeiture of this list to the FBI must be made within forty eight hours of signing this contract. Failure to comply or cooperate would deem this contract as void. It was signed by their boss.

Scarlett put on her reading glasses and was reading along over my shoulder referencing the book “Law for Dummies”.

“Okay, my only change is I want the timeframe that we will be exonerated as indefinitely so you don’t suddenly invent new charges after I help you.”

Both Agents exchanged glances and Agent Parker nodded to Agent Davis. They rose and headed back out the door. Scarlett was starting to bounce off the walls like a toddler on Red Bull and crack. She’d been contained way too long in this tiny room. She hated small spaces and the FBI were boring compared to the CIA and the other government agencies. Why couldn’t one of them kidnap us?

The familiar creak filled the room as the gray metal opened again and both agents appeared. Agent Parker handed me the contract and a pen. I read it again slowly and it had the revision I requested.

I was hesitant to sign this without an attorney looking at it first, but that was not an option. This was a one-time limited deal. It was now or never, and this would keep the Feds off my back. It also meant something more, that I needed my job back with Nelson. I had the file saved on a zip drive, but I had to be close to the source in case his informant fed him more information and names.

“Where is my copy?” I asked.

Agent Parker took another copy out of the folder and handed it to me.

I signed and pushed it back across the table to him. He snatched it up and handed it to Agent Davis who got up and left.

Agent Parker got on his feet.

“We’re done, you’re free to go. I will have an agent drive you back to your vehicle.”

“Okay.”

Agent Parker walked me back down the narrow hallway and out the metal door crashing shut behind us and ushered me into a waiting black sedan. My purse was sitting in the back seat.

“We’ll be in touch very soon for that list, Miss Ellington.”

“I know.”

He slammed the door and walked away.

Scarlett flipped him the double bird and stuck her tongue out. She was relieved that it was over and so was I. I fished my cell phone out of my purse. I had fifteen missed calls and ten texts from Victor. He was in meltdown mode and I was dreading the aftermath of being out of contact. I sent a quick text that I was fine and would explain when I got home.

The agent looked in the rear-view mirror.

“No texting, Miss, until you’re back in your vehicle.”

Victor shot back a text:

Yes you will. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? Where the fuck have you been?

Scar jumped in the front seat to cover the agent’s eyes so I could reply.

Long story. Best told over a glass of wine. I will be home in an hour or so.

“Miss, I said no texting. Give me your phone and I will return it when we arrive at your vehicle.”

“No,” I said. “It won’t happen again.”

He didn’t reply and kept driving.

Twenty minutes later I arrived back at the Honda. I jumped out of the sedan as soon as he stopped and slammed the door behind me. I unlocked the door to the Honda and sat still until I watched the Sedan round the corner disappear. I had thirty minutes to come up with a believable story of where I had been the last four hours without my phone to tell Victor. The deeper I got, the more I ended up lying to the people I loved the most. The only way I could make myself feel less guilty was also the only way to keep them all safe.

Scarlett was on Amazon ordering a safety net for the tightrope I was walking on. I could fall at any second and we both knew that.

A
s I drove back to Salvatore Disney Land, I was lost in the events of the last few hours and the deal I had made with the FBI. Victor, I hoped, was simmering down. I’d told him that I’d run out of gas, and left my phone in the car as I went to find a gas station on foot. He had not been happy. As I entered the house, I glanced at the time, it was close to eight. The house smelled like heaven soaked in marinara sauce as Mrs. Lombardi had dinner in the oven and the table set. I was so tempted to chug the glass of wine waiting patiently for me at the table.

Victor grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. I got that ache in the pit of my stomach that was in a wrestling matching with my sweet spot, which was ripe and ready to go. It would have to wait until after dinner. I slid out of my skirt and blouse, and stood in just my panties and bra, brushing my hair.

“That’s a beautiful view. Don’t move, let me drink it in.”

I blushed and my sweet spot had my stomach in a choke hold. She needed to be satisfied first, dammit.

“Do your little Southern girl twirl.”

I giggled and started twirling in front of Victor. He smiled and grabbed me in mid twirl. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was standing in between those olive skinned toned legs, his muscular hands on my ass kneading and massing. My sweet spot knocked my stomach out cold with a right hook and Scarlett did the count-down three-two-one— and then rang the bell. Out. My sweet spot was a raging forest fire as Victor un-hooked my bra and sucked each one of my nipples, his hands still massaging my ass. His fingers sliding under the lace of my panties tormenting my sweet spot. Scarlett whipped out a pair of scissors to cut off my panties. Victor grabbed my hips and pushed me onto his lap, his lips devouring every inch of mine. I could feel my orgasm building fast.

He whispered in my ear his warm breath giving me chills. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too,” I whispered.

“You know how worried I was today?”

I nodded. “Yes.” And started kissing him again, he had his hand on my lower back and was flicking my nipples with his other hand.

“We’ve talked about what happens when I’m out of my mind because you don’t answer your phone or do something careless like run out gas, and forget your phone.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” My orgasm was breaching its banks and my sweet spot was begging to have Victor inside of me.

His hand on my lower back pushed me forward so I was over his left knee. I was panting. Victor tormented me by tracing his finger down my back to the edge of my panties; he slid them down enough to kiss the top of my ass. His third pass my panties ended on the floor. Scarlett grabbed them and put them on her head. Victor inserted two fingers and began his exploration to find my G spot. I was squirming with pleasure and anticipation. He pulled both fingers out quickly, and then thrust them in fast. I came hard and so did the first slap. It was so loud Scarlett put in ear plugs. It was a feeling of sheer ecstasy, both sensations of orgasm and mild pain in a potent elixir that was irresistible to my sweet spot.

I knew this was the consequences of Victor’s over protectiveness, but it turned me on and I was beginning to enjoy getting spanked. The orgasm was one for the record books and Scarlett licked the end of her pencil as she jotted it down. The next several slaps were hard and fast. He stopped and rubbed my burning ass, then took his index finger and rubbed the edges of my crack, and pushed a finger inside my sweet spot.

“You’re so wet and ready for me. Just a little longer.”

I couldn’t speak. I was consumed by the yearning from my sweet spot. An orgasm was building like an F4 tornado. Victor pulled his fingers out of my sweet spot and stopped caressing my ass. He sat still. His breathing rapid and focus, the next blow was hard and stung. I drew in a sharp breath. He wasn’t using his hand anymore. The blows were hard and spread out. They were so rapid I had no time to catch my breath and tears filled my eyes.

Out of instinct I tried to put my left hand up to protect my burning ass. He grabbed it in his free hand and continued. I was at my breaking point. This was by far the most painful spanking I’d endured. He wasn’t playing anymore and wanted me to know it. I had yelled out in pain and he stopped. I lay across his lap and couldn’t even move. That was fuckin’ hard to endure. He pulled me up and held me. My body spent. My blurry eyes saw my enforcer, a paddle, lying on the bed next to him and I realized that was what he just spanked the shit out of me with.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know that was hard,” he said, still holding me.

“No you’re not. I really think you get off on it, Victor.”

“Is that what you think? That I’m so kind of sadistic bastard?” His tone was strained.

“No,” I said, my face still buried in his shoulder.

“You’re so stubborn and independent and I love and hate that about you at the same time. I don’t know any other way to make you listen to me. Every time I turn around you’re deliberately doing the opposite of what I asked you to do. I’m trying to keep you safe. Especially now,” he said gently kissing my forehead.

“I know,” I said.

He took my face and held it in between his hands and kissed away each tear. Scarlett was starving and so was I. Victor got up off the bed and threw on some jeans and a faded t shirt.

“Do you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You ready to eat?” he asked.

“I’ll be there soon,” I said. “I need to wash my face.”
And burn that paddle,
I said to myself.

“Ok, baby. See you downstairs,” he said kissing the tip of my nose.

My sweet spot was ready for round two with my stomach, but this time my stomach beat the crap out of my sweet spot. Before I was lured by the smells of heaven on a plate, Scarlett walked out of the closet dressed in a dominatrix outfit, ready and tapping the riding crop in her hand. She was ready to spank the devil out of Victor. She had an evil smirk on her face ready for pay back. I pointed back to the closet. She sighed and disappeared inside to sulk.

The smells luring me to the kitchen didn’t disappoint. Each mouthful of the chicken parmesan was beyond amazing. I chugged my wine in two gulps and Mrs. Lombardi poured me another. It was my favorite, the Chianti from Salvatore vineyards that I loved so much. I shifted in my chair as my ass was throbbing. Scarlett ran to fetch a pillow for me to sit on, pushing the cannoli in her mouth.

“Are you okay, dear?” Mrs. Lombardi asked raising her left eyebrow.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m fine,” I said shooting a glance in Victor’s direction.

He pretended not to see the heat seeking missiles heading his way.

“Dinner is amazing as usual, thank you.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart,” she said patting my shoulder as she left the room.

Scarlett was back with my pillow and chucked it at me on her way to find more cannolis.

We both sat silent savoring every bite. I sensed Victor’s thoughts were elsewhere.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Angelina?” he said breaking the silence.

“No,” I said. “Why?” I hated lying to him and we promised to be more transparent with each other. However, I would keep him safe and out of prison no matter what I had to do.

“I’m not sure. I just get the feeling you’re hiding something.”

“I’m not, babe. I promise.” I crossed my fingers behind my back and so did Scarlett.

I got up from the table, walked over to Victor, and put his hands on my hips. My lips devoured his like they were starving. He pulled me into his lap, our tongues intertwined together, my sweet spot threw a gasket and steam was shooting fifty feet in the air. Scarlett shoved all the dishes to the floor.

Victor laid me on the dining room table and his lips moved from my mouth to my neck. He was unbuttoning my silk blouse as he fondled and sucked each breast. My back arched and I was trying to unbutton his jeans. Scarlett helped, she was pulling them off faster than I could. Victor used his teeth to unbutton my pants and slide them off.

Scarlett stood guard by the door in case Mrs. Lombardi returned with dessert, though if it was cannoli, Scarlett would abandon her post without a second thought.

Victor ripped off my panties and wasted no time. He thrust his manliness inside my sweet spot which was as wet and ready as a slip and slide. My legs were draped over his shoulders and his hands were on my hips. My orgasm arrived at the same time as Victor’s and for a split second I worried the table would crash to the ground.

Scarlett put a finger to her lips to shush us, then turned back to her post.

Both Victor and I lay panting, our breathing in perfect rhythm with each other.

“Damn,” he said, kissing me.

Scarlett had a blow horn and was alerting us to incoming intruders. Mrs. Lombardi was heading into the dining room with dessert. Scarlett was drooling as she got closer.
Jesus H she has a wicked sweet tooth!
As Mrs. Lombardi passed her she swiped a piece of cake off the platter.

Victor shouted to Mrs. Lombardi that we were fine and didn’t want dessert. Scarlett ran over to Victor and planted a big ole wet kiss smack on his lips. That meant she got all the cake. She clicked her heels together as she hightailed it to the kitchen. I shook my head and giggled.

“Phew, that was a close one.”

Victor smiled. “Ah yeah, but added to the excitement knowing at any second we could get caught.”

“You always seem to surprise me, Mr. Salvatore.” I winked trying to locate my panties that were across the room lying in a heap on top of some expensive planter in the corner. I glanced at Victor as he pulled his jeans over that spectacular ass. His olive skin looked flawless in the candlelight. I was mesmerized by how good looking he was. I licked my lips in tribute to Scarlett, she’d be proud at my gawking and drooling, though she’d pinch his ass.

Victor left me in the hallway. He had some work to do and calls to make to his West Coast clients. I debated going home to the cottage and hang with Nicole, but she spent every second she could with Hawke. Beside the fact Victor wanted me to stay with him most of the time. I went to find Scar, worried she was curled up in a corner in a sugar coma, but it was worse than that. She was hang gliding off the balcony into the swimming pool. Screaming ‘Yee haw’ when she hit the water. I’m so grateful Victor didn’t have any neighbors. I reminded myself again that sugar and Scarlett can be a lethal combination.