Chapter 38: Chapter 38
C H A P T E R - S I X T E EN
When I woke up, I was certain I was in Falcone's bed.
I opened my eyes and listened after stretching out one arm and discovering that the bed was empty. I could hear nothing.
I turned over and peered out across his warehouse's expansive floor to see the light beaming brightly everywhere. I placed my hands under my cheeks and drifted off to sleep, allowing the previous night's events to enter my mind.
Melinda was more alarmed than Dad was. Firebombs were already terrible enough; automatic weapons took the badness to a new level.
Particularly after hearing that my bag and purse were "at the scene" on the sofa and that my car was in the front of the home. Even though it wasn't my fault, I felt horrible about the way my disappearance was handled.
What made this situation more than a little alarming was that when Mic received the call at dispatch and couldn't reach me, she called Dad, and Dad immediately got in touch with Falcone. They traded phone numbers at some point, so Dad became "Ray" to Falcone and Falcone became Dad's go-to person for information on all things relating to Gia.
I was unsure if this was a good idea.
After speaking with Dad and Melinda, I gave Falcone the phone, and he made a call and issued the directions. These comprised more than just a request for Chinese, and they were carried out exactly. When three commandos showed there, I was aware of this. They brought Imperial but also King Soopers bags, which, when I opened them, contained diet cola, diet grape, two percent milk (Falcone only had skim, and, really, what was the point of skim? — this was a thought I shared with him before he called the commandos), eggs, bacon, lunchmeat, bread, a variety of chips, two rolls of chocolate chip cookie dough, two of sugar cookie dough, and a plethora of condiments.
Hmm.
They also brought my desk, and when I say my desk, I mean the entire desk, with my chair, my belongings, my computer, and even my box of Kleenex. They packaged everything and delivered it, positioning Falcone's desk in the opposite corner, laying the boxes around it, but without connecting the computer.
My two large luggage and, horrifyingly, my pocketbook were also brought. Two of them, indeed. I opened the suitcases and saw that they were meticulously and completely packed. Clothing, nightgowns, underwear, shoes, skincare goods, my sweet pea bath gel, and a wide variety of cosmetics. The fact that commandos could pack would have astounded me, but Falcone informed me that Ramona had been ordered to handle my packing. Although I wasn't sure how I felt about an unidentified woman looking through my belongings, the outcomes were wonderful.
Magtanggol arrived, and I was eating as I spoke. Magtanggol didn't appear to be in a good mood, which had to do with the fact that I had been the victim of a drive-by, that Finn had essentially kidnapped and detained me afterward, and that he was interviewing me while I was eating hot and sour soup while seated cross-legged in one of Falcone's recliners in his seating area. I'm not sure how I knew this; I simply did.
When Magtanggol was finished, he approached me and knelt down next to me in front of a stern-faced Falcone.
He hushed, "Head up, honey, eyes open, remain safe."
I said, "Okay," since I thought it was wise counsel and because he called me "sweetheart."
He offered me a smile while tucking my hair behind my ear, then he straightened it and looked displeased at Falcone. Then he departed.
While Falcone chatted on his phone for the remainder of the evening, I organized my luggage and mobile phone. While I didn't unpack Falcone's clothing, I did unpack his toiletries and filled the shower, shelf, and medicine cabinet with girly trash.
I didn't inquire as to whether I could. I was going to be there because he wanted me to.
Despite the fact that he didn't object, make a remark, or even give me a glance, he knew I had done it since I had a lot of feminine stuff and it was all over the place and he had used the restroom.
I didn't know what to make of it, so I chose to ignore it and then let it stress me out whenever it felt like it, which was generally when I buried things that I should have dealt with.
I received twenty seven missed calls and fourteen text messages —all from a panicked Dad, Melinda, Mic, Antonette, Ryan, and even Enrico — in addition to the missed calls. Information of the drive - by had spread. Mic and Antonette's calls were returned, but I avoided Enrico. Despite the fact that he didn't object, make a remark, or even give me a glance, he knew I had done it since I had a lot of feminine stuff and it was all over the place and he had used the restroom.
I didn't know what to make of it, so I chose to ignore it and then let it stress me out whenever it felt like it, which was generally when I buried things that I should have dealt with.
I received twenty seven missed calls and fourteen text messages —all from a panicked Dad, Melinda, Mic, Antonette, Ryan, and even Enrico — in addition to the missed calls. Information of the drive - by had spread. Mic and Antonette's calls were returned, but I avoided Enrico.
It was on the nightstand, so I reached out and grabbed it before turning the display to see whether I received a call from Antonette.
I flicked it open and placed it against my ear. "Hello, babe."
“Hi, how are you doing, honey?”
She was irritated, and my talk with her last night didn't help. However, most individuals do not have a buddy who was captured in a drive-by and subsequently disappeared for hours because she was imprisoned in a motorcycle club's property.
"I'm OK, I just woke up," I said, shifting and lifting, resting against the headboard, and seeing movement, I peered down the bed to see Falcone at the top of the steps. Again, expose your chest. Again, bare feet. Track pants once more. All eyes are on me.
Mm.
"Are you sleeping well?" she inquired.
As Falcone approached the bed, I said, "Yes."
"Are you certain? " she inquired.
"I'm positive, honey. Really, like I said last night, I'm OK," I remarked as Falcone approached the bed and the bedclothes were pulled down.
My body stiffened in astonishment.
Oh boy.
"How are things going with Falcone?" she inquired.
My body stiffened in astonishment.
Oh boy.
"How are things going with Falcone?" she inquired.
"Um..." I said as I saw Falcone stoop then wrap his fingers around my ankles, yanking me down the bed until my back was to it again, then spreading my legs.
Oh boy!
“Gigi?" Antonette phoned.
Falcone dropped a knee to the bed before I could move a muscle, then positioned his massive form between my legs.
Oh boy!
"Tonette, I believe..." I trailed off as Falcone's hands went to my hips, tugging up my nightshirt, before bending his head and kissing the flesh just above my underwear.
My stomach lurched in a wonderful manner.
"What do you think? " Antonette inquired, then moved on without waiting for my response. "All right, I'm going to tell something you don't want to hear, but I'm pleased you're here. I realize you're perplexed, but I think it says a lot that he..."
She kept chatting, but I wasn't paying attention since Falcone's hands kept pulling up my nightshirt and his body followed, raining kisses on the flesh of my abdomen and stomach.
“You know? " Antonette inquired.
"Um... Tonette, I have to go," I said, since my nightshirt was beneath my breasts, Falcone's hands had spanned the undersides, and my nipples were firm and tingling.
"Is everything okay?" ”
Oh yeah, everything was fine. Everything was in order.
"I'll call you later," I said, breathlessly, for Falcone was now kissing me between my breasts.
"You sound funny," Antonette observed.
"No problem, darling; I'll call you later."
"All right, I'll let you leave. "Goodbye, babe."
"Bye," I exclaimed as both Falcone's hands moved up and both Falcone's thumbs brushed against my erect, tingling nipples.
I turned off the phone. "Falcone," I said, and he moved quickly.