“He’s a dead man and Gianna will be in my bed by tomorrow night.”
He walked over to the phone and buzzed Pedro.
“Yes, sir?”
“Call Turk and Sully. I want any info they have on Gianna pronto. Did you book that flight to Houston?”
“Yes, sir, the plane leaves in three hours.”
“Good. Get my bags packed. Just for an overnight, I expect to be back with her immediately unless she’s stupid enough to not cooperate.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll call them now.”
Valdere disconnected the call.
He glanced at the picture of Gianna one more time.
He felt his cock harden and the determination to have her, touch her, begin to dominate his thoughts. She was such a lovely and sexy woman. He often fantasized about that evening he had come so close to having her, to touching those breasts and exploring her body. He understood Antonio’s obsession with her, for now he shared the same obsession. It was a problem he’d always had, but it was what made him such a success. Once he got an idea in his head or wanted to own something or someone, he didn’t budge until he possessed them. She would be no different. In fact, Gianna would symbolize much more than his mistress. She would be a constant reminder to never trust anyone. To always live for himself and his desires. Antonio would die in agony, knowing that Gianna was fucking him instead of Antonio. She was the one thing that Antonio lived for and strived to keep by his side and now Valdere would have her instead.
The smile formed on his lips and the pre-celebrati
on began. In just a few hours, he would be lost inside of her, ultimately achieving his revenge and satisfying his own obsession.
* * * *
As Gunny arrived to pick Gia up from work, he kept an eye on their surroundings, being sure to remain observant of anything out of the ordinary.
As he placed his arm around her waist he kissed her cheek.
“How did it go?”
“Wonderfully. Everyone was very supportive.”
“That’s great. You’re not going back today, right?”
“Well, I’d like to, but honestly I’m tired. I was actually thinking that maybe I’ll go in tomorrow instead of sitting home and worrying about the court appearance. The lawyers should call to update me.”
He smiled at her. He was worried that she might consider going to Jeffrey’s court appearance. It wasn’t necessary and he didn’t want her anywhere near the guy.
“That sounds like a good idea. We’ll work it out tomorrow,” he said then headed toward the truck.
He took notice of the Mercedes-Benz parked across the way and the tinted windows. He didn’t like tinted windows. He didn’t know many cops who did. If you couldn’t see through the windows then you didn’t know what might or might not be going on inside the vehicle.
He focused on Gia as he opened the passenger door and admired her legs as she got into his truck.
“I think I should come shopping with you next time you’re looking for business clothes.”
She shook her head and chuckled.
He quickly ran around the front of his vehicle and got inside. Driving down the road and toward town he noticed that the Mercedes seemed to going in the same direction. His gut told him it wasn’t coincidence.
“What’s wrong?” Gia asked.
He reached for the CB radio and called in to dispatch.
He gave Gia a wink and hoped she understood that he didn’t want her to panic. He gave dispatch the license plate number just as the Mercedes turned the corner.
He placed the radio back down.