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“They have got somebody big in their pockets if the CPD has been ordered to look the other way.”
“Probably. You know how this town works.”
“Keep in touch.”
Murph gets out of the SUV. My driver takes lower Wacker drive downtown to the penthouse.
Shit! I need answers. I have a bad feeling in my gut.Who is protecting the Antonovich brothers?They are trying to take over Chicago. They need to be stopped. If they want war, I will give them war. First, I need to find out who is protecting them. Time to pick up a Russian soldier who likes a little woman named Jasmine. Put that on the top of my “To Do” list.
Chapter Nine
"The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable."
? Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Bobby
Iam wearing my immaculately fitted black Dolce & Gabbana tuxedo. I look very good if I do say so myself. I stand in the penthouse’s foyer waiting for Gwen. This is our first public appearance as husband and wife. We will spend an hour or so at the charity ball and come home early. I plan on spending some the rest of the night between my wife’s legs.
Gwen carefully walks down the stairs trying not to trip. She looks absolutely stunning in her evening gown. Her gown is red silk with a tiny bit of beading just to make it sparkle. Low cut and strapless. Tight. Fits like a glove. Her cleavage showing. I can see a little red lace from her push up bra. Good. Her nipples will not be on display for everyone to leer at. I don’t see any panty lines, so I am guessing she is wearing a matching red lace thong. Yes! Perfect. The dress has a slit up one side to the middle of her thigh showing her shapely leg. Her shoes are red sparkling stilettos that remind me of Dorothy’s ruby slippers from the Wizard of Oz. She carries a small matching small red evening bag.
Gwen’s hair is in a sloppy updo – very sexy. Red lipstick. I will be thinking about her leaving her lipstick mark on my hard cock all night. My wife is gorgeous. Men will be eye-fucking her all night. Too bad. She is mine.
I meet her at the bottom of the staircase. Grab her hand.
“Gwen, you look simply stunning!”
She blushes.
“You look very handsome, Bobby.”
“Let’s go. The sooner we make an appearance at the charity ball the sooner we can leave.”
I smile and raise one eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Tonight, baby you are all mine!”
Maria is still in the kitchen. I asked her to stay a little later because I have a special surprise for Gwen. Maria is going to sprinkle red rose petals on our bed. Light some candles. Put a bottle of champagne on ice with champagne flutes in our bedroom.Who says I am not romantic?
Gwen
As we climb out of the SUV in front of the Institute of Art, I feel a hand squeeze my behind.
I jump.
“Bobby, did you just squeeze my bottom?
“Yes, and this bottom belongs to me.”
I smile at Bobby. He holds my hand as we walk into the Charity Ball together.
The Institute of Art is spectacular. The Ball is on the main floor of the famous art museum. Beautiful, priceless paintings and sculptures are everywhere. The Terrazzo floors have been buffed to a high sheen. Small round tables with white satin tablecloths are decorated with large floral arrangements and balloons. This charity ball is the hottest ticket in town. I spot several Hollywood celebrities. Waiters circulate with hor’deurves and glasses of champagne. There are cash bars scattered throughout the main floor of the museum if guests want mixed drinks. A band plays music. People dance in the center of the room.
Bobby glides me around on his arm. He introduces me to so many people I cannot remember anyone’s name. I feel like a princess on the arm of my handsome prince!
Bobby is a beautiful man. I cannot take my eyes off him. He is looks so powerful and masculine in his tuxedo. He has so much charisma. He charms everybody - From the Governor of Illinois to the Mayor of Chicago. He never takes his hands off me – he is always holding my hand or touching my waist. There is no question that I belong to him. I like it. I don’t want the evening to end.
