Chapter 58 Chasing Your Tail

My princess is insisting that she wants to come with us while we do surveillance on her father. Now I don t want to put her in danger. But this girl is not going to listen to me no matter what I say to her. So I reluctantly follow the little vixen upstairs so that she can get out that fucking hot pants. But yes, she is not done yet.
"Princess, please, can you stop doing that."
"Do what, Christian."
Okay, so she is calling me Christian, which means that she is clearly pissed off at me still, and now she is rocking those goddamn hips from side to side to a tormented pain. If I did not want to leave in five minutes, then I would have finished what I started in the kitchen.
But if I thought that rocking those hips will be the last of her torture, she strips out those hot pants to an agonizingly slow pace. I have to stop myself several times from walking over and taking what is mine, but yet.
"Princess, I am not a five-minute man, but if you don t stop that now."
"What are you going to do about it?"
She wants to know, well she is about to find out.
I take a slow stride over to where she is completely bare in front of me; I see the nervousness creep up in those big bright eyes. She knows that she has left the floor open for me to do anything I want, and god, if she only knows what I want to do to her.
As I close that gap, she gasps, and her breath hitch as I press her naked body into me. I tangle my hand in her hair and pull her head back, leaving nothing but her bare neck for me to take.
"Christian, what are you doing?"
"You wanted to see, so princess, I am going to be as rough as I always have wanted to be with you."
I hear a muffled whimper as I lay my lips down her neck; the minute she moans, I slip my tongue and run it down the contours of her soft skin. I pull her hair back even more and run my lips between her cleavage.
As I knot my finger even tighter, is run my tongue back up until it meets her trembling lips, then I slowly let go of her hair.
"Now, get dress; I want to leave in five minutes."
"Christian, you can t leave me like this."
"Oh, princess, I am; I will see you downstairs, and for fuck sakes, don t put those hot pants on again."
As I slip out the door, I cannot help but chuckle to myself. I hear a huff, and she calls after me, "You are no fun."
"Princess, that is not going to work. Now get that sweet ass dressed."
Ya, it is working, but it is time that we focus on what we are set out to do. There is nothing more I want than to take her over and then, even more, over again.
Well, much to my frustration, the little vixen makes it downstairs twenty minutes later, but what bothers me most is what she is wearing.
"Princess, can those pants not be even tighter. God, I can see every single curve I took on the counter this morning."
I see Mason raise an eyebrow to me, "Well, thank you for informing me now I know not to eat there."
"You can be glad you are not closer because I would have slapped you. Now can we go? We are already behind schedule."
"I did not know that you have a schedule to stalk someone," I hear as Cassandra finds it rather amusing as I refer to her father.
"Princess, you are a real smart ass today."
"Nah, much rather a tight one. Can you not see every line of it that you took this morning."
I hear as Mason cringe and leaves the kitchen, "You two are terrible. Christian, you are driving; otherwise, I have to listen to you two not being able to keep your hands off each other."
"You are no fun either," Cassandra says as she slaps the poor man against the head.
Ya, this is going to be an interesting day. I just hope that she can keep her playful manner once we see her father. I know what I will be doing, my blood is going to boil, and I know that it will take all my restraint from getting out of the car and beating the shit out of him.
As we pull out the driveway, Mason stops for a brief moment to make sure that there are no cars that are suspiciously hanging around. We decide to take a route that does not take us directly to Joseph s house. I just hope the fuck has not gone under. Knowing him, he is enough of a coward to do so.
We take a slow drive, slow enough for me to talk to Cassandra.
"Princess, I know that you are going to feel the urge to get out of the car and talk to your dad. You might even feel like phoning him, but you need to understand that you will blow our cover."
"Christian, I have no desire to speak to him. I am here to help you. I know where he goes and what he does. He has a routine, and he never changes it."
"Guess that is why he did not kill my father himself."
And I should not have said that, for she immediately shuts off. Well, I said this day was going to be interesting, now she is not going to speak to me. But much to my surprise, she clasps my face softly between her hand, and I am shocked at what she says next.
"And we shall get justice for that. Now please trust me."
"I trust you, princess; sometimes I feel that I cannot trust myself."
"Then I will do it for both of us. Now we are late; my dad will be having his morning coffee at this Italian restaurant."
Now, slap me silly and fucking call me Susan; I would have sat the whole day waiting for him to come out of his house.
"You know I love you, princess."
"Yes, but you can keep on telling me."
Much to Mason s frustration, Cassandra pulls me into a long and passionate kiss. Well, now the man knows how I feel as I have to watch him and my sister.
After a fifteen-minute drive, we soon find ourselves outside of the little bistro where Joseph will be having his coffee. And true to Cassandra s word, he is sitting outside at a small table with the paper in one hand and sipping from a cup that I wish I can shove in his mouth. But just as I think this might be an easy place for a hit, I am sadly mistaken.
"Mason, is that Ricci?"
"Yes, the one and only."
"Fuck. Princess, does he always have coffee with this man?"
"Yes, as far as I know. Why? Do you know him?"
"Yes, I am afraid. He was one of my father s friends."
I watch as Cassandra s mouth drops, and she looks at me with a rather confused expression on her face.
"Do you think…?"
"Princess, I don t want to think. But if what you are thinking is right, then I have two scores to settle."
"I am sorry, baby. My dad is really a bad man."
"I don t think he always has been bad."
But then she stops me before I can even continue to slightly try to make the situation better for her, "Baby, believe me, he is bad."
"What do you mean?"
I watch as the tears swell up in her eyes, and I know that is a good time for me to drop it.
So I turn my head back to Joseph and watch as Ricci, and he have a good old laugh together. I grew up around Ricci; god, I think I even thought he was an uncle. It breaks my heart to think that he betrayed my father.
After sitting for an hour, Joseph and Ricci finally say goodbye and part their ways. I look at my princess and raise a brow.
"What time is it, baby?"
"It is just before ten."
"He will be going to that woman."
"What woman? What are you talking about?"
"Her name is Rosa; he has been seeing her for years."
I look at her in disbelief, trying to register if I just heard what she said and hoping it is not what I think it is.
"Princess, has he been cheating on your mother?"
"He has been cheating on her for years and so many years. I wouldn't be surprised if it were where he stayed when he was in hiding."
"Does your mom know about this, Rosa?"
"Yes."
"What! God, princess, your family is messed up."
Now, if I thought she was going to punch the shit out of me, she only bursts out in uncontrollable laughter. I gently take her hand and squeeze it between mine.
"I am so sorry, princess; I never knew how bad your life was."
Then for the second time, I see those tears start building up in her eyes. There is something that she is not telling me, and I am not going to push her now. But I am finding out before I put a bullet in that goddamn monster s head.
So true to her word, only but ten minutes later, we see him pull into a secluded estate. Now I doubt if we can get in here, but I am going to try my damndest. As we pull up to the gate, the security guard looks at us, "Where are you going?"
"Wherever that man is going to."
"I am sorry, Sir, but I cannot let you in."
"I insist that you do."
"If nobody is expecting you, then I cant let you in."
I slowly slip my gun out from the back of my jeans and lay it down on my lap and look at him again.
"Now, I really insist that you let us in. And I do suggest that you keep your mouth shut."
"Yes, Sir."
With that, we are short after Joseph s tail. We park a bit further down the street and watch as he walks inside a house where this tall brunette is waiting for him. Well, I do not want to think what he is going to do, but all I know is this is not the place to take out a hit on him.
As we sit in complete silence, there is all of a sudden a knock at my window.