Chapter 16: Changing the Deal

I was awakened in the wee hours of Friday morning by the delightful sensations of a blow job. Even though I was still very tired, it’s hard to be irritated when somebody’s sucking your cock, especially when that somebody’s as drop-dead gorgeous as my little sister Jackie!

The brunette teen quit bobbing her head up and down my meat pole long enough to put a finger to her grinning lips and point to Kryssie, who was snoring up a storm beside me. I grinned in return and nodded at her to her to resume, my fingers interlaced behind my head.

Jackie licked and sucked greedily on my cock and testicles until I was hard as a fucking rock, then slid up to impale herself on me. Her pussy was deliciously tight, milking and squeezing my throbbing manhood as she gently thrust her pelvis back and forth, uttering lustful whimpers of delight!

I clamped my mitts on Jackie’s lovely butt cheeks and rammed my boner deep, hammering her sweet twat from beneath with rapid-fire thrusts! The lovely teen leaned forward to allow me to suck and nibble her luscious breasts as she moaned and gibbered!

“Jesus, Kenny, it’s so fucking hard! Suck my tits, baby, fuck my cunt! You’re hard as a rock, baby, dick me good, dick it!”

I grunted with pleasure when she shuddered her first climax, and redoubled my efforts! The walls of her greasy slit were almost frictionless, and the bloated head my prick bottomed out with every balls-deep thrust, again and again! She yelped every time my crotch slapped wetly against hers, the solid impact of my swollen glans against her cervix driving her wild!

There was just no way for Krys to remain asleep with the loud, athletic sex going on in our bed. I felt her eager tongue darting into my asshole and laving my balls while I fucked her sister! After a couple of minutes she clambered around to straddle my face, bucking her hips wantonly as I enthusiastically tongued her pussy, taint, and asshole! She thrust a couple of fingers up Jackie’s ass while kissing her, and Jackie reached around to return the favor while I hammered her asshole even harder!

Gobs of hot, sticky spunk erupted from my cock! I shouted out loud as I came, it felt like my orgasm turned my nuts inside out! Jackie shrieked with lust, the sensation of my boiling choad hosing into her womb sending her into another climax, and Kryssie laughed with delight!

Jackie fell over on the bed, drained. Krys promptly slurped my softening cock into her mouth, sucking out any remaining spunk and licking and kissing away Jackie’s love juices from my belly and balls. Jackie had rolled onto her back and was looking at her sister hungrily. It looked like it was going to be a long night!

Krys smiled like the Cheshire cat when she raised her head. She looked at me and wantonly licked her lips, then looked at Jackie and smiled. “Hi sissy! What’s up?”

“He was, but not anymore,” Jackie giggled, jerking her thumb at my now-deflated cock. “Sorry to wake you up. We tried not to, but you know how it goes...”

Krys moved over to drape her arms around her little sister’s neck. “You wake me up anytime you want to, Jackie,” she breathed, and kissed her sister deeply, cupping one of the brunette teenager’s generous breasts in her hand and pinching the hard nipple.

Needless to say, Jackie responded with gusto, and after watching the incredibly erotic sight of the two sisters making love for a few minutes, I joined in. After the danger and excitement of the previous day, all three of us had become aware of how much we loved one another, and we simply couldn’t get close enough. We fucked and we fucked, and fucked and fucked some more!

Later, when everybody was finally satiated, I was lying on my back with a lovely girl’s head on each of my shoulders. Jackie was doodling on my belly with her finger, and Krys was kissing and nibbling at my pecs. I kissed Jackie’s forehead and whispered “I love you.”

“You do?” Jackie murmured back. “Even if I don’t want to be a Marine?”

So that was what was bothering her. Despite her spectacular beauty and hearty sexual appetite, Jackie was still sixteen years old, and plagued by feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy. She was complicated, too, unlike Amy, who was about as subtle as cannon fire. Amy had chosen her future career path, while Jackie still felt lost and unsure. She was envious of the little redhead, and wanted reassurance.

“Even so. You have to go where your heart leads you, Jackie,” I told her. “I joined the Corps as a way out, an escape from the hell that Pop and I were going through. It wasn’t because I loved the country, or always wanted to be a Marine, or any of that patriotic rah-rah shit. I stayed in because it gave me focus, and a purpose. That’s what Amy wants. She’s heard war stories from Trini and Bill and I, and wants adventure and excitement in her life.”

Jackie snorted, “I know. It’s kind of disgusting, after everything you told us about what you went through. She’s fallen in love with the idea of being some kind of hero, like you and Trini. Not me, though. I found out yesterday that there’s nothing glamorous or exciting about killing people. Even though I had to do it, killing that dude made me realize that I don’t ever want to have to do it again.”

“Now you understand why I get so angry when people want to talk about those fucking medals they gave me,” I said. “They’re nothing to brag about. No, baby, I don’t care if you don’t want to join the Marines. My love for you is solid and unshakable, I don’t give a flying fuck what you do for a living.”

Jackie smiled, and Krys climbed over me to give her sister a loving kiss.

“Me neither, sissy,” she said. “You’re way too good with a camera to be in the military, anyway. That’s what you should do. You have an instinct for photography, you’re a natural.”

Jackie teared up and hugged her sister’s neck. “I love you so much, Kryssie,” she whispered. “I’m never going to leave you! You and Kenny are my true loves! My home will always be where you are!”

We cuddled a bit more, and at five I got up for my morning workout. To my surprise, the girls followed me down to the gym!

“No more sleeping in,” Kryssie told me. “Trini wouldn’t like it. We promised her.”

“Ready for a run, Kenny?” Amy asked. She and Bill were right behind us, holding hands. From the shit-eating grin on her face, I deduced that Amy had been riding Bill’s very large cock!

“Why don’t you work out with your sisters this morning, Red?” Bill asked her, giving her a swat on the fanny. “Ken and I need to talk some shop this morning. It’s not anything you would enjoy.”

“Okay, baby,” the slender teen grinned. “You boys go and do your cop thing, and I’ll stay here and fuck the girls, and we’ll see who has more fun!”

I snorted and headed for the door, Bill right behind me. We did a few mountain climbers to warm up, then jogged down to the front gate.

“Clint says if we want him to flip on Walt, we’ll have to put him in witness protection,” Bill told me. “I interrogated him for four hours last night, and told him we had him cold for murder, attempted murder, three counts of kidnapping, assaulting a Federal Agent, wire fraud, and RICO violations, just for a start! I told him there was no chance of witness protection, not for Walt, but if he could give us Freddy we might be able to work something out.”

“What’d he say?”

“He said that he’s willing to testify that Walt hired the Mexicans through Freddy, and that Freddy knew what Walt wanted them for. He also said the Giancosimos were using Walt’s businesses to wash Freddy’s drug money, and it was Walt and Sal Braccia that worked out the mileage tampering scam, but Freddy didn’t know about that. What Freddy did know was that the kidnappers were to be paid from the drug money Walt was washing for him, and that it was to be recouped from the ransom paid for the girls. The cash found at the farm was all drug money, but whether it was all Freddy’s, the cartel’s, or a combination of both, Clint didn’t know. He claims he didn’t pay anybody, or see any of the money.”

“Will Clint’s testimony give us enough for a conviction?”

“It will if if Sal is willing to corroborate it. With Clint’s statement and the evidence from the used car lots, we already have Walt cold for the odometer scam. We’ll arrest him and seize his phone and computers on the same warrant, hopefully today. If Sal cooperates, his testimony and Walt’s computers might provide evidence of money laundering we can use against Freddy. If we can prove Walt and Freddy were in cahoots on washing drug money, we’ll pull Freddy in on the kidnapping, odometer tampering, and the murder charges, too, under RICO.”

“I’ll offer Sal the same thing as Clint, a recommendation for a reduced sentence if they give us Walt, witness protection if they can give us Freddy. It will have to be airtight, though, ‘cause the mob owns every politico and judge in South Florida.”

“Nice. Any chance I get to cuff Walt?”

“Walt’s going to be charged with a laundry list of Federal charges, so we’ll have to do it by the book, I’m afraid. You can throw in some state charges if you want, and that will ensure he does time in Texas. You’re more than welcome to come along on the bust, though.”

“Sweet. I just want to be there to see the look on his face. I wish Pop and Sarah could come along.”

“You can video all the action with a body cam or your phone if you want. Won’t hurt my feelings.”

I smiled. “If I use a body cam, it’ll be admissible as evidence, won’t it? Then the Davis name will be involved with the bust, Federal or not, and we can all appear at the trial. The family might like that.”

When we returned home, there was a message on my phone, from the Texas Attorney General’s Office, no less! I called back immediately.

“Kenston.” It was the AG himself, at 6:30 AM! I was to find out later that Pat Kenston is in his office at six every morning.

“Yes sir, Ken Davis returning your call.” The Texas AG is top law enforcement officer in the state, and Chief of the Texas Rangers – my boss.

“Sorry to call so early, Ken, but I’ve just gotten a memo about a joint operation you carried out with the DEA and FBI yesterday. I need two things from you – first, I need to know why I didn’t know anything about this operation, and second, part of my job is to apprise the Governor of any legal actions that reporters might ask him about. Any bust of this magnitude is going to be news, so I need to know the details.”

“Of course, Mister, ah, Attorney General, ah ... sir?”

“Just call me Chief, Ranger Davis. Is it all right if I call you Ken?”

“That’ll be great, Chief. What have you been told so far?”

“Just that you carried out a joint raid with the Feds and ended up with over a million bucks, tons of drugs, and seven dead Mexicans.”

“That’s essentially it, sir. There’s actually a total of nine dead cartel members, the investigation is still ongoing.” I told him about the kidnapping and how it led us to the farmhouse, but didn’t want to release anything to the press until we were ready to make some further arrests.

“So you see, Chief, it all started as an FBI kidnapping investigation that concerned some members of my family,” I concluded. “The DEA was there only because we had evidence the Trujillo cartel was involved in the abduction, and I was only there because I have a badge and members of my family were the victims. The drugs we confiscated were just a happy accident, not the result of any long-term investigation. That’s why nobody brought this to your attention.”

“I see,” he said after I finished. “Well, accident or not, a bust this size is going to make network news, Ken, and the Governor will want to make political hay out of it. I’ll talk to the Feds and see if we can’t get ‘em to hold off on a press conference until Monday, but that’s as long as I can give you.”

“Great, Chief. Do you need me for the press conference?”

“Yes. Since you were first on the scene, we’ll browbeat the Feds into letting Governor Babbitt’s office organize it. Meet me at his office in the Capitol Building at noon on Monday to debrief him. We’ll need the FBI and DEA agents involved there to answer reporters’ questions, of course, because the Governor will want to make a show of support and cooperation with Federal law enforcement.”

“Bring that pretty girlfriend of yours along, Babbit likes her. Any other members of your family are welcome, too ... The Governor’s going to make you a political tool again, by bragging on his foresight for making you a Ranger, and to show that his ideas get results.”

It didn’t sound like the Attorney General was as enthusiastic about me being a Ranger as his boss was.

“Bill Crawford of the FBI was the agent that organized the raid, Chief. We intend to make further arrests today, and ought to be able to give you the details of the kidnapping case on Monday as well.”

“Crawford. He’s organized crime, isn’t he? I think I worked with him on a drug case a couple of years ago, when I was a state prosecutor. Different cartel.”

“Yes sir. This case is tied to a mob boss in Florida, as well as the Mexicans. I’m hesitant to say more right now, because it’s Bill’s case and not really my jurisdiction. Once again, I got involved only because it concerns my family. We can lay out the whole business for you Monday, though.”

“Okay, then, tell me Monday, but I want both of you here at noon. Understood?”

“Yessir,” I answered. “We’ll drive down Sunday night.”

“Probably a good idea. I’ll reserve a suite at the Hilton near the Capitol Building for you, so you won’t have to deal with rush hour.”

“Thanks, Chief! We’ll be there,” I said with a grin. Kryssie was going to be thrilled with another family suite! We’d have to make sure Pop and Sarah came along! The more the merrier...!

While I had been talking to Kenston, Bill had been telling US Marshals in Miami to interrogate Sal Braccia about the information Clint gave us. He was agreeable when I reported my call to Kenston, and pleased that the AG remembered him.

“I don’t have a problem telling Pat about the mileage scam,” he said. “We’ll have to be flexible about what kidnapping details we give to him, though. We’re going to use the death penalty as a bargaining chip to get Walt to cooperate against his brother.”

I frowned in disbelief. “A deal? I’m not sure I like that at fucking all, Bill,” I said. “What about the hole in Trini’s head? What about our teenage sisters having to kill people? What about Manny Solei? Walt has to pay for what he’s done.”

“Walt’s not the one that shot either Trini or Solei,” Bill argued. “I don’t think either Walt or Freddy wanted anybody killed, those cartel thugs just did it without thinking about it, because that’s the way they operate in Mexico. We killed nine of them yesterday, so any blood debt is paid. And while it might have been Walt’s idea, the guy that made it all possible was Freddy.”

“Freddy cut Walt loose! It was Walt that hired those Mexicans.”

“Walt could never have hired them if Freddy didn’t okay it, Ken. Think about it. The cartel and the mob have a multi-million dollar relationship, and neither side would take a risk like yesterday without making the other side aware of it. Like I said, the whole thing may have been Walt’s idea, but you can bet your sweet ass that Freddy knew all the details.”

His massive hand gripped my arm. “Walt’s gonna pay, Ken, don’t you worry about that! He’ll have to choose between a lethal injection, spending the rest of his life in the pen, or ratting out his brother, in which case he’ll spend the rest of his life under the government’s thumb. But if Walt has to pay, how about his brother? Freddy had to sign off on this kidnapping, he’s caused untold misery to thousands of victims, robbing their money and enslaving them to addiction. We can’t touch the cartel in Mexico, but we can touch Freddy! This is as close as the agency has gotten to a mob kingpin since Trafficante. Ken, and Trini would be absolutely on board with making Walt a deal, I know she would!”

What Bill was saying made sense, but it still went against everything I thought of as ‘justice.’

“What if Freddy gets off?” I asked. “Like you said, he’s got the entire Florida legal system on his payroll.”

“RICO and money laundering are Federal charges. He won’t be tried in Florida, we’ll try him here in Texas, the scene of the crimes. Come to think of it, our buddy Kenston could be helpful with that.”

“What if Walt won’t flip on his brother, and denies involvement with the kidnapping? A jury might not buy Sal and Clint’s testimony.”

“All we can do is charge him with it, and present our evidence, pal. Manny’s murder gives us the grounds to ask for the death penalty. A conviction might go either way, sure, but Walt will have to decide if he wants to bet his life on a jury’s decision. Whether he flips or not, we’ve still got him cold on the mileage busting. It’s still RICO, twenty years plus seven years each for the dozens of cars they tampered with. At sixty-two, he’ll never see the light of day again if he doesn’t play ball with us.”

I simmered down a bit.”Okay. I don’t know if I’d mention this to the rest of the family, though. They won’t like it just as much as I don’t.”

“Roger that,” he agreed fervently.

A sudden thought struck me. “How is this gonna affect Pop’s contract, Bill? We’ve gone thorough all this because of a deal that Walt was using as bait to get at my father’s car lots!”

Bill shrugged. “That’s a civil case, Ken, and out of my bailiwick, but I would think the contract would still be enforceable. I don’t think any judge in the country would rule against Bobby, whatever he wants to do, but the very worst case scenario is that your Pop will walk away from this with his two car dealerships and his family intact. Could have been a lot worse.”

His reasoning was sound. In any case, as law enforcement, he and I didn’t have a lot of choice. All we could do is hand over our gathered evidence and the alleged criminals and trust the justice system. But for the first time, I questioned my decision to wear a badge again. Common sense told me a double tap in the heads of the Giancosimo brothers would take care of everything. Then they’d never be able to hurt anybody else. I wasn’t a private citizen, though.

“I understand,” I sighed. “What’s the next move?”

“The Marshals’ Office will call to tell me if Braccia’s going to back up Clint’s story. Whether he does or doesn’t, we’ve already got enough evidence of odometer tampering to arrest Walt and get warrants for his house, businesses, phones and computers. The local Field Office is doing preliminary paperwork for the warrants now, so we can leave for Houston as soon as we want. By the time we get there, agents all over Texas will be waiting for our signal to execute the raids simultaneously.”

“And Freddy?”

“That depends on Walt, and whatever data his computers can supply. A brother’s testimony will count for a lot, but we’ll need hard data to back it up. We don’t dare arrest Freddy unless it’s a slam-dunk.”

After our run, I took a quick shower and went down to the kitchen, where the rest family had gathered for breakfast. Jackie and Miles were cooking bacon, eggs, and toast for everyone, Sarah, Sandy, Pop, and Amy were at the dining table, and Bill, still in his running shorts, was on the phone in the living room area. Brady Smith, the FBI computer whiz, was busy on his laptop nearby.

“Mornin’, Junior!” Pop said when he saw us. “Just in time for grub, as usual.”

“Hi Pop.” I indicated Brady. “What’s up? We still on phone alert?”

“We’re expecting a call from Walt.”

“Walt? He’d have to have balls of solid steel to call here.”

“He’s got no choice,” Sarah said. “All his schemes have backfired on him. The only hope he’s got now is to somehow buy us out of the contract.”

Pop growled, “We’ve got his fat ass by the nuts. We’re not only gonna send him up the river, we’re gonna take everything he’s got. He fucked with the wrong family.”

“Roger that, Pop. Matter of fact, if he’s gonna call, he’d better do it soon, ‘cause Bill and I are headed to Houston to arrest him after breakfast.” Pop grinned at me.

“Speaking of arrests, the Attorney General is going to organize a press conference about yesterday, and we’re all invited. He’s booking me a room at the Austin Hilton for Sunday night, but if anybody else wants to come along, we’d better reserve another room or two.”

Sarah clapped her hands and Kryssie squealed with delight!