Chapter 16

It felt strange for Lucy to be back inside a church after so many years.

She got that old familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach that reminded her of her formative years in pigtails and the silly school uniform when the all formed up to march into the church for the required confession that always scared the shit out of her because they warned her she had to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth to the hidden priest behind the veil with a mechanical voice that sounded like Robbie the Robot.

The dirty scene burdened present day undercover cop was an innocent back then, but she remembered her state of confusion as she blurted out the nasty facts of her date with Billy Sullivan down at the movies on Saturday night when he was fooling around under her short skirt in the darkened theater. In her defense, she offered the fact that he was fifty pounds heavier than her, and he had a lovely cock that was in a rage to get rubbing on her panties like the evil snake in the Garden of Eden. Then, there was the fact that her feminine folds were conflicted about her level of submission because he was on the football team and all.

Thankfully, the priest took pity on her providing she offered up every little detail that went through her mind when she opened her knees for Billie’s explorations and the fact that she had not allowed him to penetrate her virginal defenses even if he did dirty her panties and inner legs with his copious spunk that gushed out like flood water from his battering ram of a cock that unable to accept “no” as final line of defense.

Now, she was sitting on the hard wooden pew bench waiting for the wedding ceremony to commence and it looked like all the dreaded confessionals were all closed for business.

Vinnie sat next to her right on the aisle and there were a family of wedding guests that must have been from the groom’s side of the joining couple because they didn’t greet Vinnie as a friend of the family. That led her to wonder why they were seated on the wrong side of the church, and she assumed it was because the bride’s side was overflowing with guests while the groom’s side was meager at best. She had noticed that several of his family members seemed a trifle uncomfortable about his presence and she was coming to a conclusion that he was considered the black sheep in the family due to his underworld connections.

His muscular body was pressed tightly against her torso, and she knew his warmth sustained her in her nervous state of mind about being separated from her .38 caliber police special even it was only for a short span of time.

She recognized the smattering of cops and mobsters in his family’s entourage, and she wondered how he was able to pull the wool over their eyes about his illicit activities. Of course, this was New Jersey and Brooklyn was a world away buried in the dirt and grime of the big city on the other side of the Hudson River.

Thankfully, Vinnie was a low profile kind of guy, and he never made a move that was not sanctioned by the big guys up in Detroit or Chicago. He had been a big earner for the syndicate over the years and had taken care of a lot of wet work that was only mentioned in closely knit groups.

She knew that if he had an inkling of her own disloyal drug distribution network, he would not hesitate to make an example of her to the rest of the organization covering his own ass in the process.

Lucy still had about sixty percent of the drugs hidden in her safe house and she wanted desperately to get rid of the remainder because it was like an albatross around her neck threatening her very existence.

After the short ceremony, they all proceeded to the local American Legion Hall to have a nicely catered spread paid for by Vinnie’s father and the two uncles. They were all three sheets to the wind when the shindig began, and she started to loosen up an shed her sense of tenseness in the unfamiliar place across the river.

She saw Vinnie dancing with a pair of the bride’s maids who were about the same age as her and she felt a twinge of jealousy because she saw his big paws fondling both their asses like they were members of his secret harem sent by the Gods to give him solace in his need for strange pussy, Lucy felt that he was disrespecting her because she was his date and it should be her ass he was groping instead of those two giggling bimbos.

A well dressed man with an out of the place moustache approached her and she was on the alert because he thought he looked like either a cop or a lawyer and she didn’t want any interaction with anyone of that nature because of her sensitive position as an undercover cop and a budding criminal under her own banner working for the NYPD and the mob at the same time with secrets to be kept at all costs.

He offered her a glass of wine which she took without question because she had no intention of drinking it under any circumstance since she had not seen the bottle from which it purportedly originated from, and she had no idea who this prick was in the first place.

“My name is Carmine Leone and I am an attorney working as a public defender in New Jersey. I understand you are a “friend” of Vinnie over there and that your name is Lucy Donatella. Strangely, we have a mutual friend in Captain xxx who works for the DEA in New York City.”