“Keep this door locked…  And try not to kill her while I’m gone.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

The slam of the motel room’s door lingered after Kane left, slowly drown out by the constant drone of the air conditioner.  With a huff, Lynch rose from the chair he’d been sitting in and crossed the room, locking everything just like his partner had instructed.  He stood by the window, peeking out the blinds and watching as that asshole disappeared down the grimy street.  Bastard kept insisting he be the one to go out and always took too long.  Probably out enjoying the fucking scenery or getting his cock sucked while he was cooped up in this musty room playing babysitter with the merchandise.  Dropping the blind with a sigh, he looked behind him towards the woman tied up like a Christmas present.  Kane insisted on keeping her that way…  Well, Kane wasn’t fucking here right now, was he?  Probably wouldn’t be back for hours.

Lynch strolled over to where she sat on the edge of one of the mattresses. 

“You want a cigarette or something?” he asked.  She had to crane her neck to meet his eyes, but she nodded.  He nodded back.  He liked this one, at least.  She was well behaved, all things considered.  Not all hysterics and dramatics, crying, flailing, screaming, and getting on his goddamn nerves.  Reaching around her, he began to loosen the binds on her wrists.  She smelled pretty good for a chick who hadn’t been able to shower for days.

“This is useless, you know,” she calmly said the moment he pulled the gag out of her mouth.  “Don’t know what it is y’all want, but you should’ve picked up his mistress if you really wanted leverage.”

“Yeah, well, try telling him anything,” he replied, tilting his head in the direction of the door that Kane just walked out of.  Digging in his pocket, he retrieved a pack of cigarettes and held it out to her.  He watched her put one to her lips before producing a BIC and lighting it for her.  “Name’s Lynch.”

“Josie.”

“Josie,” he repeated.  His eyes never strayed from her as she smoked.  She didn’t fit the bill of a mob wife at all with her devil-red hair, plush curves, and southern charm.  He pictured some loud-mouthed raven-haired Italian broad who was thin, tanned, and a little more plastic than not.  “Enzo got a woman other than you?”  When she nodded, he scoffed and shook his head.  “Must be outta his goddamn mind.”

With a shrug, she leaned over to flick ashes into the tray on the nightstand. 

“Name’s Gianna if you wanna track her down, tie her up, and actually get what you want.  He’s probably hoping y’all do him a favor so he can collect my life insurance anyway.”

“Don’t plan on doing him any favors,” Lynch said, though he couldn’t promise that.  “If he’s fucking someone else and would rather you be dead, why waste your time with that asshole?”

“You ever tried to divorce a Catholic, Lynch?  Specifically, one in the mafia.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.  “Nah.  Can’t say I have.”

“Thought so,” she replied.  Her eyes seemed to linger on him as she took another drag of the cigarette.  She shifted in her seat, throwing one leg over the other, then pointing the smoke at him.  “You married?”

“Widowed.”

“Ah…”  The playful look vanished from her face and the carpet suddenly seemed much more interesting.  “Sorry to hear that.”

He waved her off.  “Don’t be.”

They remained in silence for a moment after that.  That constant buzz of the air conditioner made him tick… Must’ve been about that time.  He pulled his bottle of pills out of his pocket, poured one into his palm, and tossed it back to swallow dry.  Maybe Kane would be useful and come back with a six-pack or something.

“That Advil?” she asked, causing him to shake his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered.  She held her hands up defensively and the room filled with silence once again.  Maybe she was right.  Maybe he should tell Kane that they need to hunt down this Gianna bitch, but even if they did, it wasn’t like they could just let her walk free.  He didn’t want to think about what they were going to do with her when they got what Kane was after.  It was a shame, really.  “… You ever get him back?”

“Hm?”

“Enzo.  You ever fuck around on him?”

She let out a laugh at that, a warm sound that filled the room.  “Nah…  I’ve thought about it, but didn’t want to deal with him having his boys cap us both…  Guess I kinda like being alive.”  She smashed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray and leaned back to look up at him.  “Why, you offering?”

Lynch was about to protest.  He opened his mouth to deny it, but something held his tongue.  It had been a while since he got off, longer still since the last time he got laid.  She wasn’t bad looking.  Had lips that looked like they were designed to swallow cock.  There had to be a reason that Enzo scooped her up in the first place.  She had that desperate housewife vibe to her that made him think she’d make a good lay.

“Depends.”  Goddammit, his voice was growing thick now.  “You interested?”

She mulled it over, allowing herself to take in every inch of him before nodding and scooting back onto the bed.  One look at her propped up against the pillows and he was reaching for his belt buckle.  He reached into his briefs and gave his half-chubbed dick a tug.

“Allow me,” said Josie, sitting up and tucking her legs under her to crawl to the edge of the bed.  His arms hung boneless at his sides as she fished him out.  He could feel his shaft swell the moment her soft hand wrapped around the base and began to coax it to life.  A sharp breath was sucked in when she lowered her lips to take it between them.  The inviting warmth of her mouth surrounded him and took him all the way.  She sucked him off like her life depended on it— for all she knew, it just might.  His knees threatened to buckle when the tip brushed the back of her throat, causing him to reach out and grip her hair at the roots to steady himself.  If she could deepthroat like this, he’d hate to see what that other bitch was capable of.