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  I open my door and call for him. He turns, looking confused, until he sees me, realizing who I am.

  "Hi dear, my lovely lawyer. Are you here for lunch?"

  I smile as I walk to him.

  "Possibly, but I want to talk to you about Paul's deposition."

  Sal tilts his head, looking confused again.

  "I thought it was postponed, or am I forgetting things?"

  "It was, because he was involved in a jail fight yesterday, so the reschedule had to be hush hush. It looks like the fights may have been planned."

  Sal's face drops, looking like the wind was just knocked out of him.

  "Really?" Sal says, and I can’t tell if he’s being sincere or condescending.

  "Either why these fights are being looked into, and of course, you have nothing to worry about."

  Sal squints looking at me.

  “I'm here to talk to you about it and how we will proceed."

  We walk in the pizzeria, I see he is nervous, having a hard time keeping his smile steady, having a nervous twitch, looking down at the floor. I follow him to the far back booth, saying its where he has all his business meetings. It’s sort of detached from the restaurant, offering privacy.

  "I'll be right back dear, Marco will come and take your order. You must be hungry girl. I have a few things to do. OK?"

  "Yes, I’m hungry."

  Sal walks over to Marco, leaning into him as they talk. Marco shakes his head up and down in agreement like an obedient child, then looks my way, smiling seeing I’m looking his way. I turn away to look at my phone not wanting Marco to get the wrong idea. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, now thinking of Candy Cop, wishing he would just walk in the front door of the pizzeria.

  Once I look up, I see Marco standing next to me with a glass of red wine, wearing a smile that is quite inviting and point blank sexy. I blush smiling back, "thanks" I say.

  "What can I make for you beautiful?" He asks.

  "I'll have a slice of pizza."

  "Are you sure? Cuz, Mr. Sal says you can have anything on the menu on the house of course. You understand?"

  I smile, Marco talks like a true Italian, one from Italy.

  "I make it good. Real good."

  "Still pizza, please."

  "OK, but next time you come. I make you my special dish, eggplant parmigiana."

  "Sounds good," I say, being polite.

  Though Marco is cute, he is no match for Candy Cop. He walks away, back to the front counter.

  I look at my phone, seeing that I need to get back to the office in the next hour. A few moments later, Marco returns with two slices of pizza.

  "Where is Sal?"

  He smiles and says, "Oh, he had to go somewhere, but he will be back, real soon. OK?"

  I smile and say "OK, I’m in no rush," though I am.

  I text Heather, saying I am still waiting to talk to Sal.

  "OK, Boss."

  Chapter 24

  Bo

  Work has been nothing but giving speeding tickets. I have given 10 today. Hickman will be happy to see I am making money for the department. I hung around the same spot as yesterday, hoping Julie would pass by. But she didn't or I didn't see her when I was giving out tickets.

  I decide to call Mom on my break. Aunt Susan thinks it’s best I give Mom the update myself, though she basically raised us. She always told Paul and I, our mother was our mother.

  She picks up after the third ring. I have been avoiding her because she won't stop drinking, and I find not being in her life is easier when she refuses to get help.

  "Hi, Mom."

  "Oh, hi Brody...its nice to hear your voice. It's like your father’s. Is there any news about Paul?"

  I feel a lump in my throat.

  "Paul had his deposition today."

  "What's that again? I forget hun."

  "You know when he is questioned by a lawyer."

  "Oh, yeah, how did it go?" She asks, her voice noticeably shaky.

  "Good, Paul's lawyer says things are looking better for Paul. Mr. Angotti is a prick."

  I hear her take a deep breath, "Is he coming home?"

  "Hopefully soon."

  There is a silence.

  "Have you heard from Dad?" She asks.

  I swallow hard because I hate being in the middle of their problems. He takes off when he’s on a gambling binge.

  "Come on, I screwed up," She says after I keep quiet.

  "Mom, just relax. I have to go," I hang up.

  I wish I didn't come from a fucked up family. My mother drinks too much, and my dad gambles too much.

  This reminds me to check on Sally's condition. It makes me sick thinking how Ben just beat her to the point where she couldn't move. I’m told that she’s still in intensive care, still hanging for dear life, but alive. Ben was denied bail and I hope he rots in jail. I hope if and when Sally makes it out. She will cooperate with the prosecutors, to get Ben's ass off the street for a long time.

  I’m realizing more and more, how too short life is, and I think of Julie. She’s out of my league and out of my tax bracket. Am I crazy to think she may want me, just like I want her?

  Should I go back and see her tonight?

  Should I?

  Chapter 25

  Julie

  "Julie, I hope the pizza was good? No?"

  "Yes, it was, thank you Mr. Angotti."

  Sal leans back on his side of the booth, his eyes on me.

  "Well, I am here, because I want to talk to you about the deposition today."

  Sal is expressionless.

  "OK, what did Paul say?"

  "Paul's testimony doesn't quite match yours and it is causing doubt. This case doesn't seem clear cut anymore."

  "Of course, it wouldn’t, but mine is true. He lies, that boy lies," Sal says getting worked up.

  "Paul is afraid of guns."

  "No, he is not, because he pointed it right at me. I tell you he did."

  I look at him, seeing a man truly upset. Yet his anger could be coming from something else.

  "Paul said, you forced him to touch your gun. Didn't you?"

  Sal brought both of his elbows to the table, so he could cover his face with his hands. He looks like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

  "Listen, Paul was afraid of guns. Yes, he was, but not anymore. He turned on me because he wanted to borrow money for his father. You know he has a gambling problem, everyone in town knows this, but I said no. So he turned the gun on me and said he needed a thousand dollars. I gave it to him, but then I got scared and called the police."

  I smile, then look down at my yellow pad and write this down. Paul does have this allegiance quality, but still I am having a hard time seeing him point a gun at Sal. Maybe he did ask for the money, but what about Paul and Sal's granddaughter relationship? Was Sal trying to get Paul out of the picture?

  “I'm going to just lay it out on the table, you know me."

  "Yes, I do and you do it so well."

  I pause for a second, reading between the lines. Was he trying to say something? I thought of Candy Cop. Redirect your thoughts.

  "If the jury hears that you forced Paul to overcome his fears of gun by pushing him to hold yours. There would be doubt if he really robbed you, when there are no witnesses seeing him do this either. It is you word against his."

  "I see, but he did. He needed the money for his father’s gambling debts."

  "I believe you, but you didn't call the police until three hours after he robbed you. Why so long?" I ask.

  "I was scared and I didn't want to have police at the place, its not good for business."

  He was right, any robbery would not be good for business.

  "The other problem is there are witnesses who will say under-oath, they knew of his gun fears."

  "I like Paul. He is a good boy, but what he did was wrong. I am tired of this case, my memory is not too good."

  "I see, but if we are going to win this case, you need to r
emember every detail or the jury won’t believe you."

  Sal looks at me, then surprises me.

  Chapter 26

  Bo

  She is hot. I see her walk in the pool, naked. Seeing her is giving me a raging hard on.

  This time her hair is down, covering her breasts. Seeing her light hair, verse her dark brown bush is really driving me mad.

  Fuck, go after her.

  She swims across the pool, breast stroke, she looks my way, but I know she can't see me behind the hedges. I take a deep breath, feeling my body ache for her. What the hell is happening to me?

  Lust, that’s whats happening.

  There she goes again, stopping right in front of the water jet. I see her smile as she gets real close to it. My body tingles, as I watch her arching her back to position herself to the jet. Damn, I can't take it anymore. Now she is rocking the jet again, back and forth, back and forth, going faster. And I’m just blue balling it, watching her getting off. She is so fucking sexy.

  Get out of the bushes and get her.

  Just as I am about to make a move, she stops, looks my way and says, "I would rather have you".

  I freeze.

  "What do you say Candy Cop, or should I continue my fun with the water jet again?"

  I make my way to the pool area.

  "Why don't you come out and undress me," I say, looking right at her.

  My dick wants out of my pants. It just wants to be deep down in her in, it doesn't care for nothing else. Deep down, fucking her, teasing her, fucking her until she is about to come, to stop and start all over again.

  "Your wish is my command," Julie says, pushing herself our of the pool. Her pussy lips swollen ready for my penis. Fuck, hose me down.

  She walks right up to me, water dripping down her beautiful face and body. Her eyes are oceans, where I could just stare into them. Julie keeps her gaze on me.

  "I was hoping you would come tonight," she says, emphasizing come, while reaching for my belt buckle. Her hands wet as she tries to unbuckle my belt. I feel the wetness go through my pants, but I don't care. I don't care if she wets me completely, fuck she can rip my pants off if she wants, because I am sure that is what I would have done by now. My horny dick is aching for her. Her eyes still on me, making my dick harder by the stares. I want to tell her how beautiful she is, but I can't seem to speak. She has me speechless.

  Julie is teasing me, rubbing my cock over my underwear, still staring at me. I can hardly stand this petting game. I moan as I bend down to her knees, to pull down my underwear. She opens her mouth and starts sucking, damn. I could just come right now in her wet mouth. Fuck, I’m so ready to fuck her mouth. I place both hands on her head, and push her closer, rocking my cock in that perfect mouth of hers and she is following my lead. Am I dreaming? Man, I just want to come but I stop, remembering what she said yesterday.

  "What's wrong? she asks.

  "Nothing, I just want to feel that pussy of yours."

  Julie smiles, then gets up, pushing me back to where I fall to the grass. She gets on top of me, my dick just slides right into her, I just want to shout, “Fuck” how do you manage to do this to me? She slowly starts her rocking motion and I am at her mercy. Damn, she just keeps going, my hands on her hips, her pussy getting wetter, giving my cock the ride of its life.

  "Harder," I say.

  She moans.

  "I've been thinking about your pussy all day."

  She starts rocking harder.

  "You like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you?”

  She moans, I hear her mumble a yes.

  "Fuck, you feel so good."

  She moans more.

  I realize I’m saying more than I should. I usually keep quiet, unless the girl is being a complete dead fish.

  Then she stops. I look around thinking unexpected company may have arrived, but it is still her and I.

  "Why don't we go inside?"

  She slowly gets off of me, seeing her jungle where my dick was just seconds ago, has me wanting more. Julie takes my hand, my dick is still hard for her. I follow her, watching her ass. Its hot and sexy. Fuck, I'll be having some of that real soon.

  She walks up the stairs, leading me to her bedroom. There are mini candles everywhere. Julie knows how to create the mood. Was she planning to seduce herself tonight after her swim or was she expecting someone like her fiancé? I wonder which it is. I feel myself get jealous, a feeling I don’t like or need in my life.

  "Stop," I say.

  She looks at me, with submissive eyes. Her nipples erect. I just dive right into her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nips. Julie falls back to the bed and I just keep sucking and touching her breasts, touching them hard. Gripping them, then letting them go as she moans.

  Her hips raised and I know exactly what she wants. She wants to be rocked by me. Julie wants my dick inside of her. Man, I can smell her, she has already came. Its soaking in its juices, wanting me to bang hard on her sweet spot.

  I keep sucking on her breasts until I taste blood. I ease up, making my way down her stomach, leaving a trail of nips and tongue juice. I make it to her super wet pussy. She raises it up to my mouth to where I just dig in with my tongue, fuck it tastes so good. Julie moans, and I just keep sucking. I take my fingers and reach in her, while she keeps rocking them. She lets out a loud moan.

  "Fuck me."

  I keep fucking her with my fingers, my cock is hard, ready to go in her pussy wanting to fuck it, but not just now. Fuck, I am just starting.

  "I have been."

  She moans again, her private so wet. I feel sorry for her. She wants the grand fuck and I can't blame her. I want it too. My dick getting harder wanting her pussy.

  "Fuck me."

  I take my fingers out. She moans.

  "Are you ready?"

  "Yes."

  I look down at her beautiful jungle and I just want another taste of it. “You are delicious and juicy like a fucken delicacy."

  She moans, then she rocks her hips, up and down her pussy goes in my face and I keep licking it. Julie is really working it, she has her rhythm down. I keep at it. Now she has her hands on my head, leading me into her, pushing my face in her business. Fuck this is a dream come true. As I keep eating her, she arches her back and she comes.

  "Did you come?" I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, you are going to pay for being a bad girl."

  “Am I?” She says, then she gives me this grin that has me by the balls.

  "Turn around."

  She does as told. Her tight, curvy ass is hot. My dick wants to slide in her pussy. Its opened ready for another round of fucking. I lean into her, letting her feel my dick against her inner thigh. She moans. I place my hands between her legs, opening her lips and slide my dick right into that hottest of hers. Man, she feels good. Julie lets out a whale of a moan, and I rock into her so hard, that the bedposts are shaking. With each moan I thrust harder, fuck my dick is in paradise.

  She feels so good, making me want to blow my load but I don't. She grabs a condom from under her pillow and within seconds I have it on. Julie returns to doggie style position, but I say, "I want you on your back. I want to see you when I slide my dick back into you and fuck you."

  She shakes her head in agreement as she moans.

  She is so beautiful to watch, I keep at it until she comes again, feeling her drench hotness where I can no longer hold out, coming like it was my fist time.

  Fuck, I’m in trouble.

  Chapter 27

  Julie

  Sal drops the charges against Paul.

  On my way out of the pizzeria, the heat dries my right contact. I turn back to use the bathroom to see Sal shouting at the girl I recognized from the parking lot earlier.

  When Sal sees me, he mumbles to her and she goes in the back room. I find this strange, why can't she just stay out. I get a bad vibe. Yet, I walk up to him like I didn't see what I just saw.

  "Can I use your restroom?
My contact is blurry."

  "No problem, Julie, the bathroom is in the back. Nicole, my granddaughter is in the back. She can show you where it is."

  “Thanks,” I say.

  I walk to the back, through the swinging doors and see Nicole sitting on a stool, looking miserable with her shoulders slouched over the hightop table.

  "Hey," I say.

  "Hello," she says surprisingly, with an Italian accent looking up at me like I just woke her up from sleep. Now that I see her closer she looks older than I thought, maybe 18 or a little older. She reminds me of Selena Gomez.

  "Why the sad face? Is everything OK?”

  She shrugs her shoulders.

  I want to say, I won’t tell Sal, but my gut tells me that it is the wrong thing to say. I take a few steps closer to her. She looks at me reminding me how fast time passes. Nicole is young, beautiful and vulnerable.

  "I miss my best friend,” Nicole says.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, did she move away?”

  She looks down,”No, he’s not really that faraway, he’s just not coming back.” I see a tear stream down her face.

  “I see,” my heart feels for her. I can only imagine how her young heart feels. I realize she’s sitting at the high table and chair Paul had referred to in the deposition room, the one where Sal was sitting when he was supposedly cleaning his gun. The phone is also on the wall, like Paul had said. I’m starting to see the questioned scene more clearly, feeling chills go down my back like a detective. I look up and down around the room to see if there is a security camera by hidden by chance but there isn’t.

  I wonder if Nicole really told Paul to take the money from Sal. If she did, then the friend she is crying over is Paul. She is missing him.

  “It’s going to be OK,” I say, “sometimes we think the worst possible outcome but it usually doesn’t end up as bad as we think it will be.”