The Mane Event
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Bullshit, you bitch! You did this. And if you think for a second Im going to let you get away with this
She wasnt surprised Brutale was pissed. Dez heard back from the officer in charge of the investigation. A big, biker-looking, old-school cop called Crushek, or Crush if you liked playing with fire. Several of Brutales bartenders and waitresses pulled in for possession with the intent to distribute. They closed the club for at least the night, if not longer, depending on the Brutale political clout.
Dont threaten me.
I dont get it.
Maybe you should ask your sister. She seemed to have a real problem with my presence at your club last night.
The silence Dez got back from the other end of that phone sent a chill up her spine. Not for her, but for Anne Marie Brutale. She didnt envy the girl. She got the feeling Gina didnt like her sister involving herself with her life.
I understand, Brutale said, and hung up.
Dez shuddered. No, she didnt envy Anne Marie one bit. Of course, she didnt really feel bad for her either. The woman had tried to kill her, after all. The bitch had made her bed. Now she could freakin lie in it.
Everything okay, darlin?
For me. Yeah.
Sissys phone rang. She answered it, and when Dez realized it was a rather tense call from one of Sissys other siblings, she decided to give her a little privacy. With her cup in hand, Dez strolled slowly past her coffeehouse. A cute place that had great hours, not closing until three or four A.M. She came so often many of the staff knew her by name. She continued to walk until she found herself in front of the alley beside the coffeehouse. A fairly large place with one entrance in front and another side entrance leading to the alley. A large brick wall spanned between the coffeehouse and the building beside it. A metal door oddly placed dead in the middle.
Dez stopped and openly stared. How could she not? She knew the woman. Anne Marie Brutale. And she recognized the man. How could she forget a guy shed once arrested? Especially a guy who broke one of her ribs during the takedown? She wasnt sure about his name. Something Irish.
He had Anne Marie backed against the wall, one arm braced over her head. He leaned into her and she gave a freaky sadistic grin and shook her head. His free hand ran up her arm, across her collarbone, to savagely grip her throat.
Do what I tell ya.
Anne Marie hissed, and Dez knew she saw fangs, even from here.
Dez, lets go.
Dez turned her head to glance at Sissy Mae, who had already started off down the street. When she turned back in the alley, both Anne Marie and her pet criminal were gone. Dez looked around. She didnt understand. They couldnt have passed her.
Her eyes locked ontotwo doorways. One led back into the coffeehouse. The other led into the brick wall. Part of her itched to see what was in there. Itched to find out why a Jersey princess like Brutale would hang around with such a lowlife. Something deep inside told her it wasnt fucking, but something scary and dangerous. And shed be an idiot to go follow them.
Dez, come on, darlin.
Dez stared into the alley a few more seconds, then followed Sissy.
From the bench, Dez watched Sissy Mae glide by on the ice. Impressed, Dez sighed. She had no idea Sissy could be sograceful.
Funny, after thirty-six years this was the first time Dez had ever come to Rockefeller Center during the Christmas holiday. She hated the crowds, the tourists, and, God knew, she didnt skate. But Sissy Mae and Smitty wanted to come so badly, she didnt have the heart to tell them to go by their damn selves.
Sissy Mae glided by again. She moved with such confidence and skill. She could see the younger skaters watching Sissy with admiration. Until her brother slammed into her from behind. Dez covered her mouth and tried not to laugh. Although seeing Sissy sprawled out, facedown on the cold ice, made it kind of difficult.
Dez watched the younger woman snarl, drag herself to her feet, and take off after her brother. Shed never seen two siblings play so rough. Sissy Mae threw herself at Smitty, landing on his back. Using her body, she spun him up and around, knocking him to the ground while still attached to him.
Holy shit.
She started to stand up, worried she would have to prevent the two from going to jail, when Maces hand on her shoulder pulled her back onto his lap.
Leave em alone, baby. They get like this.
Dez closed her eyes at the feel of Maces chest against her back.
You know, Dez, you never answered my question. Did ya miss me today?
No.
Liar. Yeah. She was a liar. Shed missed him all afternoon. She had a great time with Sissy Mae, but she kept thinking about seeing Mace later. Seeing him naked.
He kissed the back of her neck, and Dez fought the urge to drag Mace into the nearest bathroom.
Did you miss me, Captain Ego?
Oh yeah. He tightened his grip around her waist as he leaned in closer to her. I missed that little sound you make when I graze my teeth across your clit. And the way you taste on my fingers and tongue. The way you dig your nails into my back when youre coming and that little thing you do with your hips when Im going down on you.
Stop.
Stop? You sure?
Yes. Im sure. If he didnt stop, shed come while sitting on his lap without the man doing a damn thing to her.