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Author: Amanda Mackey
fainted.
“I need you, Kate.”
***
Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, Carlos scoured the vicinity to ensure no third parties were watching or listening, before answering on the fourth ring.
“Carlos here.”
“Carlos, its Stavros. Are you all set for tomorrow?”
“Yes, ready to roll. Where do I pick up the shipment?”
“Adriano will meet you at the boat marina in La Spezia, 8 a.m. sharp. From there you will board the boat and take the cargo to Monaco where you will make the delivery. Providing there are no hiccups, you and Adriano will sail back to La Spezia and carry on with your life as normal.”
Just as Stavros was about to hang up, he barked, “Oh, and Carlos? No errors! This is an important deal.”
With that the balding fifty-year-old with a traditional Italian nose and a hard mouth that led to nowhere was gone. Carlos thought about the conversation. Curtness was Stavros’ specialty. As second in line to the throne of leadership in The Organization, the overweight, five foot nothing spinster was a man of few words. He only barked what he had to, when he had to. Unemotional and detached from retaining any sort of normal relationship with people and a good ass kisser had secured his place as The Lord’s right hand man. Maybe that’s why Carlos was still just a courier. Sucking up to hierarchy was not his thing. He did what was asked of him and no more. He tried to keep his nose clean.
Carlos knew he was an asshole. A criminal. He didn’t know how to do anything else. To be anything else. Plus the money was fucking good. If it came down to it he didn’t think he’d be able to give up the money he was making for a good woman like Kate. Even with her sexual prowess, cooking skills, and nice tits. He was too used to the lifestyle.
He walked to his SUV remembering how those tits had looked in the nice lace underwear she’d been in earlier. It made him hard just thinking about it.
Chapter Four
After languishing over her morning coffee, showering, and downing two slices of toast with jelly, Kate sat at her desk to do some work to catch up on the food article that was well and truly past its due date. With Carlos gone she had all day to concentrate on it.
The strong sensations of Jake being in Vernazza had morphed into his visit having something to do with her but she couldn’t be totally sure. It made her extremely anxious, so before sitting at her computer she took a few minutes to do some deep breathing exercises in the hope that she’d be able to push images of Jake aside and concentrate on her work. It wouldn’t be easy but she was determined.
Cindy Caulfield, the magazine editor, had left a message on her cell phone asking when she’d have the article finished so Kate had promised by the end of the day. She was cutting her own throat giving herself such a tight deadline but tomorrow was festival day and there was no way she was going to miss spending the day outside reveling in the music, wine, and good cheer. If she stuck to her work today she would just about be finished by dinnertime. Cindy would have to cut her some slack this one time.
“Sorry, Carlos, but there will be no doctor’s visit today.”
As a nutritional columnist for an American based health magazine there was a lot of researching to do before even writing an article.
By mid-morning she was engrossed in it, flipping through printouts and copy and pasting information from the internet and then re-writing content into her own words. She hadn’t thought about Jake for at least an hour so when the phone rang, she jumped. Staring at the handset, waves of sensation swamped her again. Fearful that it may be Jake, she let it ring for a bit before telling herself that it couldn’t be Jake because how the hell would he have gotten her phone number. It was silent.
She decided to answer it in case it was Carlos.
“Hello?”
“Hi pumpkin, it’s
“I need you, Kate.”
***
Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, Carlos scoured the vicinity to ensure no third parties were watching or listening, before answering on the fourth ring.
“Carlos here.”
“Carlos, its Stavros. Are you all set for tomorrow?”
“Yes, ready to roll. Where do I pick up the shipment?”
“Adriano will meet you at the boat marina in La Spezia, 8 a.m. sharp. From there you will board the boat and take the cargo to Monaco where you will make the delivery. Providing there are no hiccups, you and Adriano will sail back to La Spezia and carry on with your life as normal.”
Just as Stavros was about to hang up, he barked, “Oh, and Carlos? No errors! This is an important deal.”
With that the balding fifty-year-old with a traditional Italian nose and a hard mouth that led to nowhere was gone. Carlos thought about the conversation. Curtness was Stavros’ specialty. As second in line to the throne of leadership in The Organization, the overweight, five foot nothing spinster was a man of few words. He only barked what he had to, when he had to. Unemotional and detached from retaining any sort of normal relationship with people and a good ass kisser had secured his place as The Lord’s right hand man. Maybe that’s why Carlos was still just a courier. Sucking up to hierarchy was not his thing. He did what was asked of him and no more. He tried to keep his nose clean.
Carlos knew he was an asshole. A criminal. He didn’t know how to do anything else. To be anything else. Plus the money was fucking good. If it came down to it he didn’t think he’d be able to give up the money he was making for a good woman like Kate. Even with her sexual prowess, cooking skills, and nice tits. He was too used to the lifestyle.
He walked to his SUV remembering how those tits had looked in the nice lace underwear she’d been in earlier. It made him hard just thinking about it.
Chapter Four
After languishing over her morning coffee, showering, and downing two slices of toast with jelly, Kate sat at her desk to do some work to catch up on the food article that was well and truly past its due date. With Carlos gone she had all day to concentrate on it.
The strong sensations of Jake being in Vernazza had morphed into his visit having something to do with her but she couldn’t be totally sure. It made her extremely anxious, so before sitting at her computer she took a few minutes to do some deep breathing exercises in the hope that she’d be able to push images of Jake aside and concentrate on her work. It wouldn’t be easy but she was determined.
Cindy Caulfield, the magazine editor, had left a message on her cell phone asking when she’d have the article finished so Kate had promised by the end of the day. She was cutting her own throat giving herself such a tight deadline but tomorrow was festival day and there was no way she was going to miss spending the day outside reveling in the music, wine, and good cheer. If she stuck to her work today she would just about be finished by dinnertime. Cindy would have to cut her some slack this one time.
“Sorry, Carlos, but there will be no doctor’s visit today.”
As a nutritional columnist for an American based health magazine there was a lot of researching to do before even writing an article.
By mid-morning she was engrossed in it, flipping through printouts and copy and pasting information from the internet and then re-writing content into her own words. She hadn’t thought about Jake for at least an hour so when the phone rang, she jumped. Staring at the handset, waves of sensation swamped her again. Fearful that it may be Jake, she let it ring for a bit before telling herself that it couldn’t be Jake because how the hell would he have gotten her phone number. It was silent.
She decided to answer it in case it was Carlos.
“Hello?”
“Hi pumpkin, it’s