on the other hand, push your wife to leaving your ass and hardly ever visit your kid who for reasons only God is privy too, worships the ground you walk on..."
He felt the sting of his friends' words, they were true. "
You
, Jackie,
you
stopped being my friend the day I found myself disgusted to even look at your fuckin face. The closest thing to a brother I could ever ask for, and you turn your back on the only good thing in your life you'll
ever
have, that either of use ever had. What I did to my little girl was awful and I'll burn in hell for it, but still, I love her more than anything..." He got up and turned towards the sink, pouring the rest of the Bandy down the drain, with a chuckle. "she begged me to stop...to stop drinking... if I had, I never would have..." he sighed dropping the bottle into the sink and placing his hands upon the cabinets above his sink. "You still have a chance to fix it, but that wont happen if you make a fucked up decision, as fucked up as sparing the life of a piss drunk malcontent like myself."
Jackie stood and watched his friend as he pulled out the famous murder rope he carried around for jobs like this one, walking slowly towards his friend.
The infamous Nick diMaggio could never be killed, until he surrendered to it that night, when his closest friend wrapped the soft white rope around his throat and held tight as the tall shaggy blonde Italian gave no struggle or fight, simply surrendering his last breath, breaking a lifelong friendship.
Jackie Crow felt nothing, not even remorse as he drove to Peoria with the death of his brother on his hands, knowing that there were a few men waiting to die. Unfortunately, this would NOT be easy, for two obstacles stood in his way. First, they were valued associates of Outfit boss Vio Maucco, and two, one of them was married to Jackie's ex-wife Ann...he had two weeks, no more, to negotiate with Maucco, and get the job done. If he couldn't? well... that meant come back one last time...one ...last ...time.
II
"DADDY!!!" The joyous shrieks shoot the walls as Becky Croface all but leap from the top of the stairs of their two story suburban house, and into the arms of her dark haired long lost loving daddy, Jack.
Jackie laughed as he held his little girl (at 19 he could see she was not so little), bubbling and jumping happily ecstatic in his arms. Lavishing kisses all over his face and lips, squealing in that joyful way that only a teenage girl can, inciting giggles from her stepsister Sunny. As he moved to let her down on her feet she just jump again and with her pixish baby voice saying "nooooo...no no no no, don't let go, don't let me go, daddy"
He could only smile, understanding now what his friend had missed so much, wondering how he'd ever brought himself to part with this little doe eyed sweety that squealed and squirmed in his arms for love.
Sunny pulled her stepsister down gently "easy girl, he's not going anywhere...are you?" she looked into his eyes, and he smiled shaking his head no.
"Hey, Sunny girl." He patted her back, surprised at how well these two teens had grown since he last saw them almost six years ago. The phone calls with Becky's little baby voice betrayed her aging completely. She had even dyed her hair blonde, and it seemed so natural on her.
"Daddy, where are you...when...arg...what are you doing here?" Becky wildly jumped around her daddy, holding his hand for fear of releasing it, lest he disappear all over again.
"Easy, hon" he chuckled. "I found this old picture of you in my dresser, and realized I had buried my loneliness for so long, after I was done crying for how much I missed you, I decided to drive down and surprise you."
Becky blushed, throwing her arms around his waist and snuggling her head into his chest, tears happily trailing down her cheeks, and making a sniffling sound through her nose and she held as tight as her slender arms would allow her. The warmth of her body against his own brought on such heavy feelings of longing for the embrace she gave that Jackie didn't wanna part with his angel for anything on this earth. Sunny herself had to admire how much love Becks had for her daddy... her own dad Tom was a dead beat piece of shit for reasons she was uneasy about thinking about and she'd give anything to see him fall down a well the way of Samara Morgan sans a nightmare tape to follow... but Rebecca's dad must have been something else for her to love him so much after so long without a visit or even a phone call. The last time he'd bothered to talk to her on the phone left her depressed as hell for weeks, as it was her nineteenth birthday and when she finally got through he only spoke to her for a few minutes and had to be reminded of what day it was to which he's respond as she relayed it was 'oh shit sorry sweety, happy birthday, I gotta go though, love ya babe, be good.'... She went upstairs leaving the party behind and wept for hours. The only thing that brought her out of that funk he put her in was a gift she'd received three weeks later...a jeweled necklace with her birthstone in the center of a locket carrying a picture of the two of them together when she was nine years old. Deadbeat that he was, Jack sure knew how to shop for a gift that would melt any ladies heart.
He kissed the crown of his baby girls' head before looking over and seeing the smiling face of the obviously envious Sunny Monroy. Extending his free hand to hers, pulling her in as she took it for a hug. "So, how've you two been?"
The next six minutes were a rush of words that no rational male could even dream of hanging onto, but the excited girls kept the attention of the darkly hansom wiseguy, seating him on the tan velvet couch and taking their places on either side. He watched their lips as they spoke, hoping to keep his eyes high as he found them traveling down often to secretly admire their nubile bodies. Sunny was dressed in a sky blue sleeveless girls v-neck t-shirt, an occasional slip of the fabric down her shoulder revealing a white bra strap. Her low cut blue jeans cut off high on the thighs into shorts that allowed her milky white flesh to almost burst free from the legs. Further down she wore sandals over blue and white-stripped toe socks that went almost to her knees.
Becky on the other hand was still in her pajamas that did little to curb the disturbing arousal that Jackie felt gazing upon them. They were classic long pant and long sleeved top and bottoms, pink with Spongebob characters Sandy and Gary printed all over. On her cute bubble butt that would make God drool into his own lap, Gary was on a skateboard at the far right side with the word "Meow" written across the derriere. Her feet were clad in white ankle socks with a pink rim around the heel and toes, and a hello kitty emblem on the side. Poor Jackie sat, trying to keep up, but the swell of their breasts through the shirts against his arms was only making his reserve fail away, so he pulled himself to a more upright position to get their attention.
"okay girls, girls, GIRLS!" he shouted with an amused chuckle. "um, wow, we got a while yet and I need to shake my head a little before we keep this going." They giggled "um...Becky-Lo?"
She hoped onto his lap with a giggle "yes, daddy?"...he groaned at the added weight on his aging thigh. "umm... where is... where's your ma?"
No sooner the words were spoken that the front door opened and in stepped the buxom blonde he was once married to step in with wide eyes slowly narrowing into a malicious gaze. "What the fuck are you doing here?" her voice startling the two girls who rarely heard the woman swear in their presence.
"Stata zit with that kind of talk, Annie..." Jackie slowly stood to face his ex with a pleasant smile on his face, "I felt it was a visit
long
over due."
She huffed, crossing her arms over her large ample breasts, "Well, said you hellos, and the visits paid. You may leave now."
"WHAT?!" came Becky-Lo from the couch, "No fuckin way, ma..." she said forcefully to receive her fathers warning stare, before he reached out to caress her shoulder ... "Sweetheart, do me a solid and give your ma and me a few words alone so that I can calm her to reason...k?" he lifted her chin to his gaze, to receive her defeated smile before she pecked his lips and turned with Sunny to retreat to her room.
"Ma, be nice." She called back "I'm gonna go get changed,...daddy don't you leave yet!" then disappeared upstairs, leaving her father and mother in uncomfortable silence.
Ready to bare her claws Ann moved across the room to the kitchen, throwing her purse down on the table... "Just getting in?" came Jack's voice from behind "It's 7:30, must have been a
long
shift."
She turned and caught his gaze, he could almost see hesitation in her eyes. Ann Monroy had returned home with intention of chewing out her daughter and stepdaughter for refusing the club last night, leaving her feeling humiliated at being the only one without their children present. Tom (her husband, Sunny's father) had been furious at her for showing up alone, and went to spend the evening with the other guests, leaving her alone to herself and a glass of scotch. Had it not been for Joe Saenz, (Tom's best friend and business partner) she never would have spent the whole time alone to herself. The evening turned out pleasant enough when Joe took her and Faye Quinn (daughter of Tom's other business associate Danny Quinn) up the stairs of the club houses' three story building to his personal room where the night was spent in the throws of sexual bliss.
That had not been Ann's first encounter with
either
of the two, alone or together for that matter. Each time she'd bedded either or both, had been an experience that left her with soul shattering orgasms that her husband could never give. After Tom had finished fucking whichever of the slutty whores that patroned the clubhouse, he found her lying unconscious and alone, only to climb between her legs, waking her with incessant and pathetic thrusting. His drunken states always left him less than the man he use to be. The way he quivered and groaned with a monumental threat of vomiting that left the mature blonde beauty beneath him making all wide eyed attempts to move side to side avoiding the fall out. This night of all nights, she actually thought back to her marriage with Jackie Croface. She actually missed him when she was horny...even drunk the man knew his shit under the sheets...no fucking contest by her memory. Imagining her horror at seeing her ex in her living room sandwiched between the giggling pair of teens, as if he had heard her thoughts and decided to tease her.
