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only normal. I can’t even have that small pleasure. For me, there is no way out…
     

     
     

Agent Turner
    “Looks like we’re headed to New York City.”
    “What’s up?” my partner, Rene, asks.
    “The notorious Antonio Wayne has been pirated at sea. Apparently he had a boatload of women stolen from him before they even docked.”
    “Who the fuck would have the nerve to cross that crazy son of a bitch?”
    “Rumor has it that it was a team effort between the Haitians and the Dominicans.”
    “Damn, if they’re not careful, they’re going to start a war fucking with that guy.”
    “I can assure you that Antonio Wayne Ramirez will not be letting this issue go.”
    “I feel sorry for whoever was stupid enough to cross him.”
    “Well, whoever is involved won’t be alive long enough for you to feel sorry for them if we don’t get our asses in gear. Come on, girl, wheels up in fifteen.”
    I can’t resist baiting Rene just a little so I make eye contact and say, “I’m looking forward to this little jaunt. His club is rumored to have stunning ambiance.”
    “I can assure you there isn’t any other club in the country that measures up to his. The women he employs are considered to be some of the most beautiful as well but that wouldn’t interest you now… Would it, my little pet?” Rene is staring at me, waiting for me to answer, and I can’t quite decide if I think her jealousy is cute or a danger to my wellbeing. The real question I need to be asking myself is why my dick gets hard when I think I’m in danger. I’ll admit pissing Mistress off is one of my favorite pastimes but I know where to draw the line. I never see the strike coming as her open palm connects with my face.
    “I didn’t mean anything,” I lie.
    She gently strokes the heated skin on my cheek as she purrs, “Such a bad boy, lying to me. Perhaps a week of chastity is in order?”
    “We have to go,” I try to change the subject as I head out of the office with her following closely behind me. Once again, I have pushed Mistress but like I said, I know how far to go and I damn sure know not to cross the line with her. I bring the conversation back around to the gangster we’ve had under surveillance as she walks beside me to the tarmac.
    “The word on the street is that Antonio Wayne has gotten himself a redhead too. At least we know he has good taste.” I resist the urge to reach out and touch one of her red locks.
    “You just keep your fucking ass with me on this trip or you’ll be tasting the bottom of my boot.”
    My cock jumps at the thought and I look at her, thinking how glad I am to have her for my partner. I don’t want to be out of her sight in Antonio’s club, or anywhere else as far as that is concerned…
     

    Antonio Wayne
    I nuzzle in Roxanne’s hair. “Umm girl, you look good.”
    I look at my wife and study her. She has added so much to my life in the small amount of time she has been here. I have dressed her tonight in a plunging V-neck, powder blue, chiffon mini dress, nude hose, and thinly strapped, silver, four-inch heels. Her deep auburn hair flows down her back in ringlets. Roxanne is a beautiful woman and, tonight, she oozes confidence.
    She is a strong, independent, outspoken, and fearless woman. She is not going to be broken by me, or so she thinks. She looks up to view a man and his female partner entering the club and, laughing, I tell her it’s the man I’ve nicknamed FBI guy. He is an agent from Louisville, Kentucky and I can’t help but wonder what he is doing in New York.
    In my line of work, I’m used to seeing every branch of law enforcement there is and I’ve learned to stay calm in the midst of it all.
    “He is probably here because he has heard of your abduction. Are you going with him?” I taunt her.
    “Stop it, Antonio Wayne!”
    “Why do you call me that?” I ask. “And why do you change the names you call me depending on your mood? Sometimes it’s Antonio, sometimes