Echo

definitely a lot to handle for such a sweetie. And he truly sensed something else in her. Something like he felt in himself and Kelly. He fully intended to bring it to the surface. Yeah, his plans for her made him hard. He just had to be careful how he introduced her to them. She probably nurses some tender sensibilities, a dame like her.
    He filled her in a little, watching closely to see how she reacted to it. He left some of the details vague. Like how his sister and Tomas’s murder went down. He wasn’t really sure how it happened himself. She knew he lusted for revenge. And she thought he aimed to recover something valuable they stole from him. She flipped over the idea to go with him, even though it meant she must quit her important job with a small investment company on Wall Street. He might need some investment advice himself, for sure. Maybe, if things worked out the way he hoped, he would marry her ass and make her take care of all that. The only fly in the ointment; her infernal insistence on all those showers and baths; for Christ sakes, what a pain in his ass. He tolerated it only because she let him take a few special sexual liberties; made him feel like a king.
    He glanced at his watch, beginning to worry. What the heck was taking her so long? He gave her plenty of money to break her lease and pay off her landlord. He expected it to take a while; after all, she needed to put all her expensive furniture in storage. She admitted to being a spendthrift. Good thing he would get his hands on more gold. At the rate she used money, he would be broke in no time. These classy babes demanded expensive upkeep . Made sense, he figured; only the best for the best.
    He heard a knock at the door. Relief made Armoni’s legs turn to jelly. His girl made it. He rushed to the door, happiness plastered all over his grotesque mug. As he opened the door, Ginger Mae breezed in with a quick kiss on the lips and an unusually tense look on her elegant face. His brows scrunched up, a question on the tip of his tongue, when Ginger Mae moved aside, slipping her arm around a frightened little girl hiding behind her skirt; small, with dark brown, almost black silken hair worn loose and long. Her skin pale, almost translucent. But her eyes; they grabbed him. Her pupils, devoid of almost all color, reflected a piercingly intelligent all-knowing quality. He could see a small resemblance to Ginger Mae, as the girl clearly reflected the same elegance.
    “What the fuck is this Ginger Mae?” Ignoring Armoni, Ginger Mae knelt down in front of the girl, whispered in her ear and directed her to a blush silk divan in the corner. She turned to Armoni with a contrite and pious look on her face.
    “This is my brother’s daughter. Her mother ran off after her birth. My brother served in the Army, stationed in North Korea. We lost him during the slaughter in the mist of the Bau Liberation, when Daisy turned six months old. I’m her only relative. She’s my responsibility now. She thinks I’m her mother. It’s easier that way.” Turning to Daisy, she sent her an air kiss. Continuing in a whisper, she turned back to Armoni. “She’s mute. We have to take her with us. I can’t leave her behind. Don’t worry, she won’t get in the way, lover.”
    “I didn’t sign up for no brat to come with us.” Armoni started pacing, seeing all his plans go up in smoke. Ginger Mae looked over to Daisy with a reassuring glance. She grabbed Armoni’s hand and pulled him into the huge bathroom. She slowly started to remove her clothes, not taking her eyes off Armoni.
    “Well, I guess we’re going to have to say goodbye then. So let’s do it properly. I need something to remember you by.” Armoni watched her body reveal itself. That bitching body belonged to him. He practically paid for it. He ran his hands over her breasts squeezing them painfully. The look on Ginger Mae’s face showed only sadness and passion.
    “Oh baby, give it to me, please, I need you one more time.” Was that a tear that was falling down her beautiful cheek? She must feel really broken up about this. He stared at her face, those eyes, those cheekbones, wondering how much he would miss her. He felt her fingers at his zipper and the cool moisture of her expert tongue on his cock. Moaning, he ran his fingers through her hair. He melted under her onslaught, helpless to give her up. Exasperated, he realized the kid would have to come. Somehow, he just needed to adjust. At