Deadly Embrace by Jackie Collins (ebook reader for manga TXT) 📕

‘People like what, Dad?’

‘The dregs of the earth. Gangsters. Cowards,’ Vinny said fiercely.

‘Where d’you know her from anyway?’

‘Never you mind,’ Vinny said, increasing the volume on the TV.

Grandma Lani awoke with a start. ‘What’s happenin’?’ she croaked. ‘Did I cook dinner yet?’

‘Who’s Mamie, Grams?’ Michael asked.

‘Oh, her,’ Grandma Lani said crossly. ‘Don’t tell me she’s comin’ around again, tryin’ t’get her hands on my Vincenzio. Somebody should tell her it’s too late. He’s a married man now, and,’ she added, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, ‘his wife is pregnant.’

Soon they would have to consider putting Grandma Lani in a home.

He could see he was getting nowhere with either of them, and since he had a date with Polly, and tonight they were borrowing Sandi’s apartment, he didn’t plan on being late.

He ran upstairs, took a quick shower, and changed his clothes.

By the time he left the house he still had no clue what connection Mrs Giovanni had to his dad, although if there was any truth in what Lani said, it seemed as if Mamie Giovanni could have been an old girlfriend.

The thought blew his mind. Sex and Vinny did not go together. Especially sex with a woman like Mamie. As far as he was concerned, his dad was some crusty old guy confined to a wheelchair; it was hard to imagine him any other way.

Polly was waiting at her girlfriend’s apartment. ‘You’re late,’ she said crisply.

‘I’m here,’ he said, looking forward to losing himself in the sheer voluptuousness of her warm flesh.

‘We’ve got two hours,’ she said, unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it.

‘Keep your stockings on,’ he said, as she dropped her pink lace panties.

‘Kinky!’ she exclaimed, leaving her flesh-coloured garter-belt and tan nylons in place.

He was immediately hard. She had that effect on him–although at his age a stone statue would have had that effect on him.

‘How about dancin’ for me tonight?’ he suggested, sitting on the edge of Sandi’s pull-out bed, which Polly had thoughtfully covered with a large terry-cloth towel.

‘Don’t be daft.’ She giggled, reaching up to pull her sweater over her head.

‘C’mon,’ he coaxed. ‘It’ll be a kick.’

‘There’s no music,’ she protested.

‘I’ll hum.’

‘Okay,’ she said, quite liking the idea.

He started humming ‘Tossin’ and Turnin’. Polly began gyrating in front of him, swivelling her hips like a professional.

He was mesmerized by her thick triangle of black pubic hair outlined by the garter-belt, and found himself getting even more turned on.

Polly was attempting a few stripper moves, thrusting her crotch at him, then drawing back.

He grabbed a tuft of overgrown pubic hair and pulled her down on the bed beside him.

‘Ouch! That hurt!’ she complained. But as soon as he jammed his hand between her legs, he could feel that she was as turned on as he was.

Frantically he pulled off his pants and underwear. Then he spreadeagled her, ready for action.

‘Give it to me, Mike, give it to me good,’ she moaned, as he plunged inside her.

She was so hot and ready that he thought he might come immediately.

She wrapped her legs round his waist and began making loud noises.

He manipulated her legs until her ankles were firmly clasped at the back of his neck.

Holy shit! Six solid thrusts and he was coming. The best one yet. Jeez! It seemed to last forever.

As soon as he was finished, he rolled off and let out a victory yell.

‘Pretty good, huh?’ she said, licking her lips.

‘Freakin’ fantastic!’

‘I’m glad, ’cause it’s the last time we can do this.’

‘Why’s that?’ he asked, hoping it had nothing to do with his performance.

She sat up in bed, casually reaching for her bra. ‘Cyril and I are gettin’ hitched,’ she announced matter-of-factly. ‘So…I hate to tell you this, Mike, but I’m afraid it’s goodbye.’

Chapter Eight

Dani: 1964

‘You’re a very pretty girl,’ Mr Lomas said.

‘Thanks,’ Dani replied, lowering her blue eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at his smarmy face.

Mr Lomas was the floor manager at the Estradido Hotel, where Dani worked as a maid. Nobody had any idea how young she was, which suited her because she was well aware that if her employers discovered the truth she’d be out of a job.

‘Yes,’ Mr Lomas said, repeating himself. ‘Very pretty.’

Dani managed to stay silent. It was not like she hadn’t heard it a hundred times before. Men were always coming on to her, invariably handing out the same old lines.

So far she’d been able to repel what she considered their crass advances, although recently Emily had given her a lecture. ‘You’re gonna be sixteen any day soon,’ Emily had said, in full big-sister mode. ‘Isn’t it about time you got yourself a boyfriend? You can’t spend all your time stuck in the library.’

‘I like the library,’ Dani had answered stubbornly. ‘I enjoy finding out about stuff I never had a chance to learn.’

Emily had rolled her eyes. Dani was such a sweetheart, it would be nice to see her out having fun instead of spending all her spare time locked away reading books.

Emily and Sam were married now. They lived together in his apartment, while Dani stayed put in the small place she and Emily had shared. She could just about afford it, although Sam kept on telling her it would be smarter to get herself a roommate and split costs.

The good news was that, as far as they knew, Dashell had never come searching for either of the girls. Sam always kept a sharp lookout and had not spotted him. ‘It’s like he knows you could nail him for all the bad things he’s done,’ Sam reasoned. ‘He probably feels safer at the ranch an’ don’t dare come to town.’

‘I’m sorry for the other kids we left behind,’ Dani said wistfully. ‘At least we got to escape, thanks to you.’

‘And I got me a wife,’ Sam boasted, with a broad grin. ‘The best girl in the whole world.’

Emily giggled. They truly were