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touch me, babe, and I’ll waste you.’
    Kruger nodded.
    The gun was withdrawn. He glanced briefly at the two men who’d
brought him here and said, ‘No trouble promise.’ He felt obliged to
put it into plain English because if the two goons were connected
to Felicity’s new husband, they would have no qualms in filling him
full of lead then dumping his concrete-encased body in the
foundations of a new apartment block somewhere in the
city.
    He turned to face Felicity. ‘What the hell d’you
want?’
    She shooed the men away. ‘I’ll scream if he touches me,’ she
told them, ‘then you two boys come runnin’, okay?’
    When they were alone she tiptoed up to Kruger and kissed him
on the lips. What began as a friendly peck suddenly developed into
a passionate embrace. She ran her arms around his neck, yanked him
towards her, forced her tongue into his mouth and ground her hot
sex into his groin.
    Despite himself, he responded ... until common sense
prevailed. He eased her away.
    ‘ Hey, what about hubby? If he strolls in here, I’m dead
meat.’
    ‘ Aw, fuck him,’ she said dismissively.
    Which was not a sentiment Kruger shared. Mario Bussola was a
very feared and respected individual in Florida’s low-life, widely
recognised to be the number one mobster in the state following the
blood-soaked demise of Tony Corelli a couple of years before, who
was then tops.
    Bussola, it was rumoured, had people put to death for far less
contentious issues than French-kissing his wife.
     
     
    Joe Lilton rolled slowly over onto his back. He held his
breath and listened. Next to him in bed lay his wife, Ruth. She was
breathing heavily in a very deep sleep induced by several large
glasses of wine and a couple of strong sleeping pills. ‘The worry’s
over now,’ Joe had cajoled her earlier on their return from
hospital. ‘Claire’s back home. You can relax, chill out. You
deserve a good night’s rest. After all, you haven’t slept a wink
for the last two what with worrying about Claire. Come on, off to
bed now. Tomorrow we’ll get everything sorted out.’
    Once Ruth had supervised a hot bath for Claire, some supper
and tucked her up for the night, she had been easy to manipulate by
Joe. She had willingly supped the wine, almost a full bottle of
Hock; easy to drink, cheap and extremely effective.
    Joe had had a few stiff brandies himself, whilst acting the
concerned husband and father.
    When he’d suggested sleeping tablets and shown Ruth the box of
Nitrazepam, there had been no resistance. She was already woozy as
her jaded body had been an easy target for the alcohol.
    It didn’t take long for the combination to take effect. Less
than fifteen minutes later, Joe steered. her to bed, helped her
undress and eased her under the covers. After checking the hotel
and briefly chatting to the night porter, Joe had also gone to bed
in the family annexe at the rear of the ground floor.
    When he entered the bedroom, a bedside light was still on, but
Ruth was fast asleep. Just to make certain, Joe had purposely
crashed round the room, deliberately dropping things.
    Ruth did not even flinch.
    As he climbed in next to her, naked, Joe had smiled
dangerously to himself. From past experience he knew she would be
out of it for at least ten hours. Not even a bomb could have woken
her. Joe had free reign.
    Just to be on the safe side, he prodded her. There was no
reaction. Ruth was as good as dead.
    He lay by her side for a few more minutes, slightly concerned
when she shifted, though all she did was flip over onto her back,
mutter something incomprehensible, open her mouth and commence to
snore gently.
    Joe even closed her mouth with the tip of his forefinger and
then let her jaw drop open again. She stayed asleep. A feeling of
elation zipped through him, coupled with a tight feeling in his
throat.
    He reached down and grabbed his penis. It was already rock
hard with expectation. He drew back the foreskin and squeezed his
damp glans,