I love that this was all her idea. I was just minding my own business and cooking her breakfast when I turned around to find her lying in the centre of the kitchen bench, naked, with the two eggs I’d just cooked over each breast. She is always turning it up a notch.
The eggs are gone, and I want to eat the remainder of the bacon so that I can just devour her sweet little pussy. She squirms again as the syrup slides down the parts of her body that tickle. I take a piece of bacon and run it up her pussy before putting it in my mouth and sucking her flavour off of it. I chew on a piece of it and head back down for more of her pussy.
She giggles. “Vagina bacon.”
“The best kind. Seriously, you taste so sweet I could wipe your pussy on toast every morning and eat it for breakfast.”
She bursts out in laughter. Her laugh is exactly what I needed on a morning like today. I wipe the thoughts of what kind of fucked up day I’m going to have, and continuing licking every inch of this delicious creature on my kitchen bench.
***
“He hasn’t been seen for a couple of days,” Franco replies.
Where could the fucker be?
“Big Jim heard the boys from Parramatta were after him too.”
Franco holds the door of Zio’s restaurant as I walk through. It wouldn’t surprise me if there were other deals that Reed had going on. I’ve had every connection on my payroll looking for the asshole, but he has just disappeared from the city. I look down at my ringing phone and know its Scott.
“What have you got?” I say into the phone.
“Nothing. He hasn’t travelled anywhere via an airport and his bank account hasn’t been used since Monday. The last movement I could track of his was going through a toll in his car on the Harbour Bridge, also on Monday.” The digitalised voice of Scott sounds through the phone.
I think back to when I saw Reed last. I think I saw him Monday too. Great! This is all I need right now. Just when Chelsea has a plan—and a fucking good plan—Jackson Reed has fallen off the face of the earth. In my game, this is never a good thing. Don’t tell me the slimy fucker upheld his end of the deal for once, and left town like I told him to?
“Thanks,” I finally reply to Scott and the line goes dead. “Franco,” I call out after him, “get Big Jim down here. I want to hear what he knows about the Parramatta boys’ dealings with Reed.”
“Is that you, Pacer?” Uncle Carlo calls out in Italian.
“Yeah.”
“You had better come look at the TV; your girlfriend’s about to hold a press conference,” he says in Italian.
She’s what? What the hell? She said she was going into the city to see someone, but I had no idea what she was doing.
Racing down to the kitchen, I see her on the screen, being a hard bitch in front of the cameras. I can tell she’s a little bit nervous. I’ve watched her enough to know how she reacts to things, and right now I know she would be. I can’t stop myself from grinning. What are you up to, honeybee?
“Ready?” She glances off-camera. “Today at eleven-forty-five this morning, the Nolan Royal Commission into corruption commenced. Police carried out the first arrest as part of the inquiry. This arrest has been a shock for all of my esteemed colleagues within the justice system. Jackson Reed, a promising QC, was taken into police custody following evidence that was delivered to police as part of the inquiry. My client, Paciano Fratelli, has been exonerated of all charges that were laid against him following the murder of Sean Collins. On what can only be described as a dark day for the city’s legal process, we can rest assured knowing we will put an end to what has become the rotting core of our city. Thank you, no questions.”
I watch her walk off-camera, but have no idea what to do or say. There is a faint sound of cheering around me.
Still nothing.
What did I just hear? How the fuck did she pull this off?
My Uncle slaps me on the cheeks and I’m finally woken from my daze.
“Your girl! She is an angel that’s been delivered to us.” Uncle Carlo keeps raising his hands above his head, as if to thank the heavens.
I smile—no, I grin. Wide. Like an idiot. Looking down at the phone in my hands, I write Chelsea a message.
PACER: Bravo! I’m at Zio’s. Do you need someone to get you?
No answer.
She’d be busy right now … calm down!
CHELSEA: My cousin will be bringing me over. You will like her. She has balls.
I grin at the phone. I’m not surprised by anything Chelsea tells me anymore. If she says her cousin has balls, I’m sure she means it.
My phone rings with Ma’s number. Answering, all I hear is crying.
“Ma. What’s the matter? Is everything alright?”
“I’m just so happy Paciano! We have been blessed,” she cries in Italian.
“Not you too,” I say as I watch Zio pour a glass of vino, motioning the cross every few minutes.
“You had better be good to her, Pacer. Marry her before she runs.” I haven’t heard Mum this happy in a long time. She has had such a rough life. If it’s not a family member murdered, it’s one being put behind bars. This must bee something good to see on the news, for once.
“I’ve gotta go, Ma. I’ll call you later,” I reply in Italian.
I send one more message to Chelsea.
PACER: Bowie would say something about falling into arms and trembling like flowers right about now.
Send.
I impress myself sometimes. I hadn’t taken any notice of music by David Bowie before meeting Chelsea. I told my sister that Chelsea loves Bowie, and Lucia told me I had to understand his music if I wanted to impress her. So I happily pissed off everyone around me by listening to David Bowie. The best part is I actually like his strange songs. Plus she gave me extra head the day I sent her Bowie messages. I’ll learn every little thing there is to know about Bowie if I get more head.
CHELSEA: I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.
I smile at the quote. I have no idea whether that is a Bowie quote or not though. I still have a lot to learn about Bowie. Do I risk asking her?
PACER: Bowie?
CHELSEA: Yes. But not a song. Classic Bowie quote.
Thank fuck I don’t look totally stupid. Without even meaning to, I really want to impress her. She just does that to me. She has done from the moment I met her. I still don’t get this Bowie thing, though. I probably never will either. That’s the beauty of falling in love with someone.
Franco shoves a glass of what I can only imagine to be my Uncle’s top scotch into my hands and raises his hand into the air. “Saluti!”
I raise my glass and celebrate my freedom, Chelsea’s success and her ability to always blindside me.
“Saluti!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
She walks through the front door with the sound of snapping cameras behind her.
“Fuck me, they followed us all this way!” She sounds pissed, and rightly so.
Franco and Zio pull the shutters down on the windows. Zio locks it just as someone tries to open the door.
“Fucking vultures,” Zio spits out in disgust. “Now. Let’s celebrate!”
I grab Chelsea with one arm and pull her into me. Kissing her hard, I know that I can’t let her go. No matter how much I’ve tried to avoid feelings for women, she has every little piece of me in her beautiful hands. Glancing behind her, I see her cousin. She wasn’t lying when she said she has balls. I seriously think she might have a decent set in her pants. Is she even a chick?