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  “I want to see Susie. You should let her go; she’s not important.”

  “Not important? She was carrying a .45 auto, sneaking into my house, and planning to steal my property away from me. She’s just as guilty as you. And will pay the penalty for failure, just as you will.”

  I was getting a bit worried. Not for myself so much, but for Susie’s sake. I should have insisted that she stay back at the hotel room. Or, even better, back in the US. “I still want to see her,” I said. Truth was, it was all I could think of to say to stall him.

  “Very well, you might enjoy seeing your girlfriend being used by some real men.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend.”

  “Oh? Then what is she to you?”

  “She’s my little sister.” I didn’t want to admit it but had to answer him.

  “Oh, even better.” He chuckled again. “Come along. I’ll take you to her.”

  My hands had been handcuffed behind me, so launching an attack against the guy and his hired muscle, who, incidentally, was holding a .45 of his own pointed at me, would be difficult. I played along with them for the present, but I was looking for an opportunity to strike.

  Apparently we were in the basement room with the TV. We left that room and made for another down there.

  Susie was being played with all right, and I muttered a few choice curses when I saw what they were doing to her.

  My little sister is a big woman, over six feet tall and pushing two hundred pounds, and all of it muscle. Well, not all. There was her giant, economy-sized breasts and some padding on her ass, but most of her was muscle. In a man-against-woman contest, she could probably take most any man. So it was understandable that they had made sure she could not use her strength against them while they used her body for their own pleasure. She was tied down on a narrow bed with several pillows under her ass so that her hips were arched upward. Her wrists had been tied to the metal rail at the top of the bed and her legs tied to the bottom railing, spread wide for easy access to her sex.

  The bastards, two of them, both standing there jay-bird naked with erections pointing at my baby sister, had gagged her with a rubber ball held in with a strap.

  One of them was just crawling up onto the bed between her spread legs, his intent obvious. There were a few bruises and other marks on her body that told me they had not been all that gentle with her. Which did not please me at all.

  I will have to admit, that seeing Susie totally naked and prepared for sex in that manner did drive home to me what an incredible sexy woman she was. But then, she was a Speed, and we’re all magnificent specimens.

  “Is this what your boys are doing to Angelica too?” I asked, none too politely.

  “Somewhat the same,” he said. He seemed amused. “Raszini deserves anything that happens to his daughter. He is un bastardo. Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo! Faccia di culo! Fessacchione! Merda!” His voice rose until he was almost shouting.

  “All right, I get the idea. You don’t like him.”

  “He has interfered in my business too many times. I must teach him a lesson.”

  We were interrupted by a sound from the bed; a muffled squeal. Looking over that way, I saw the guy shove his prick into Susie! I think I sort of lost it then.

  “Get him out of her!” I yelled at Savinio. “Stop this at once!”

  “He’s just having fun. Women like that, you know.” He was teasing me but I was in no way amused. That was my little sister being fucked!

  “Tell him to get out of her or I’ll kick his ass!” I roared.

  The bastard was pumping away as hard as he could. Her big breasts bounced with each thrust and strange noises emerged from behind the ball gag. The bed almost bounced up and down, so vigorous was the screwing.

  “When I get my hands on you, they’ll be able to bury what’s left of you in a shoebox,” I growled at Savinio,

  “Yeah, you and what army?” he hissed back, the teasing gone now, replaced by anger. A mob boss doesn’t like being threatened, especially in his own home. A vein in this temple was standing out.

  I was about to hurl a few more threats – not the best policy, I know, but what else could I do right then? – when we were distracted by a woman’s voice. It was Susie! She had pushed the ball gag out of her mouth (she always did have a strong tongue) and yelled, “Oh, shut up, you idiots!”

  I looked at her, all naked, tied down and being fucked, but giving orders! I think Savinio was a bit surprised also, because he was also staring at her with his mouth open. The guy screwing her froze in mid-stroke.

  “If both of you will calm down and listen to me, I can tell you how to resolve this problem without killing each other.”

  Savinio and I looked at each other, then back at Susie.

  “First…” she began to say, “tell this bastard to finish the job he started.”

  Amazingly enough, he did. Must have been almost ready anyway, because it only took him a few more strokes and both of them were grunting like pigs at a feeding trough. When he rose from a reclined position atop her, she said, “Thanks. You’re pretty good. Now get off me.” Then a moment later, “Now untie me and let’s discuss this rationally.”

  The guy was just pulling up his pants and looking at his boss for instructions. “Go ahead, untie her,” he was told, and began to do just that.

  “Now, the way I see this,” Susie began, “you want to hurt Raszini for some reason or another. Probably involving money.”

  Savinio opened his mouth to state his side of the case, but was cut off by, “Never mind, it isn’t important.

  “And Sled here wants to get Angelica because Raszini is holding his girlfriend hostage and torturing her daily. Just like you are doing with Angelica. He figures it will force Sled to rescue his daughter.”

  Savinio looked to me. “That bastard is torturing your girl?”

  I nodded.

  “That low-life dog!”

  I agreed, but would have used more colorful and stronger words.

  “So listen to this idea. Savinio, you know a lot about Raszini’s operations in the US, right?” He nodded. “Okay. Suppose the Justice Department knew what you know? That would put him in a very bad spot, no?”

  “But your cops won’t listen to me!” he objected.

  “No, but they’ll listen to Sled. He’s done them favors in the past. If you were to give Sled and me enough information for the authorities in the US to put him away for a long time, would that satisfy you?”

  I could see Savinio was almost salivating at the thought. Susie went on, “In exchange, you let Sled have Angelica so he can return her to get Linda Goodbody released.”

  She was free and getting to her feet. “Someone get me a towel, I’m dripping. Now, as I was saying, you, Savinio, really hurt Raszini by shutting down his business and throwing his ass in prison but without any blame associated with you. I assume that would be better for your relations with the other bosses?”

  Again he nodded. A towel was handed to Susie. Without any modesty, she began cleaning herself.

  “So you get what you want without having to hurt this Angelica any more. That should work for you, unless you are simply a sadist who enjoys hurting women.”

  “Hey, watch your tongue! I’m a gentleman.”

  “Right. Now, where are my clothes? We have a few details to work out. And I’m hungry. How about fixing us a late dinner?”

  Chapter X

  The Rescue

  My little sister never ceases to surprise me. Her plan was a good one. Savinio would get what he wanted, and I would get what I wanted. The only one screwed (aside from Susie) would be Raszini. Which was perfectly okay with me.

  We didn’t exactly shake hands on the deal, but at least they took the cuffs off me and, oddly enough, Savinio ordered his cook to prepare a meal. Suddenly he was all the gentleman – well, at least with Susie. I think he was impressed with her assets.

  Me, he ignored.

  We had everything worked o
ut by the time the late dinner was finished. Actually, most of it was pretty good. Some kind of fish in a wine sauce and pasta and a couple of things I wasn’t sure about but they tasted pretty good.

  After a glass of brandy we were ready to put our plan into effect.

  * * * * *

  I kicked down the door of the small room where they were keeping Angelica. I was not very surprised to find that she was naked and chained up with a couple pair of handcuffs.

  “Come on, girl,” I told her, waving Gina around. “I’m getting you out of here.”

  She blinked and looked very confused, so I explained. “Your dad sent me to get you. You’re going home.”

  It took a few seconds but finally it sank into her sleepy mind. I unlocked the handcuffs and helped her to her feet. Susie was standing right outside the door, some clothes in her hands. She helped Angelica get dressed while I stood guard. It was a shame to hide that rather nice body, but this was supposed to be a rescue, not a peep show.

  On the way out, we passed one of her guards. He was lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. Angelica spat on him as she passed by. Guess she wasn’t too happy with the way she had been treated.

  The rest of the escape went smoothly. The only guard in sight was the one pretending to be knocked out, so we made it to the front door and out easily. Then it was a short jog down the driveway. The gate was miraculously open when we got there. On the whole trip, Angelica didn’t say a thing until after we were in our rented car and driving away from the villa. Then she said thank you several times and began to cry. I hate to see a woman cry but I figured these were tears of joy so it wasn’t really so bad.

  Back at the hotel, Angelica’s first request was for a shower. Guess they had not allowed her to attend to such necessities. After that, she said she was tired, so I showed her to my bedroom and she crashed on the bed. I slept on a sofa. Would have been nice if Angelica was so wonderfully grateful to me for rescuing her that she offered to show her thanks in bed, but she didn’t. And, with Susie there, I didn’t think it a good idea to suggest it. Well, the sofa wasn’t too uncomfortable – I’ve had worse.

  The next morning, bright and early, we got out of there and onto a plane out of Italy.

  I’m sure you realize why we had to go through all that charade. Susie was the one who pointed out that if Angelica didn’t feel that she was being rescued, she would tell her father that something was fishy and I might not get Linda back. So we made it look like I had broken in and rescued her. She bought the whole show.

  I rested on the flight home, regretting only that they still only had very small bottles of booze. Aside from that minor annoyance, the caper had gone down pretty well. As soon as Angelica was back with her father, Linda would be released. A short time after that, I would turn over the information I had written down to whoever wanted it and that would be the end of Raszini. There were names and crimes and dates; enough to keep a team of prosecutors busy for months.

  I fell asleep thinking about how very grateful Linda would be when she found out that I was the one who rescued her. And Linda’s gratitude can be very exciting, I can tell you!

  Chapter XI

  Exchange

  When we deplaned in LA, I made sure that Angelica stayed with us. She had been brooding and silent for most of the trip, but there was something cooking up behind those dark eyes of hers. A private dick learns to sense such things. I hadn’t told her that I only rescued her because someone who means something to me is being held by her father and being tortured daily.

  Which reminds me. When we landed and my cell phone came into range of the LA transmitters, I got a message from Raszini. It was another of his “torture emails” showing a picture of Linda bent backwards over a sofa while some asshole whipped her breasts with a belt. That really made my blood boil. Those lovely globes being marked up does not please me at all. Nor did the look of anguish on her face. I know Linda well enough to know that she was really in pain.

  So, just letting Raszini’s little girl go on her merry way was not in my plans. I’d let her go when daddy turned Linda over to me. You can’t be too careful with these kinds of men. Despite their claims otherwise, honor is not a noted trait for them.

  We drove to my office with Susie sitting next to Angelica in the back seat, just to keep her from getting any ideas. I could tell by her face that she was aware she was our prisoner, but not why. I let her figure that it was simply that I wanted to see the cash he was suppose to pay me before turning her over to her daddy.

  I put through a call to Raszini. He was very surprised to hear that I had his daughter back so quickly. Then he wanted to speak to her, so I let her have the phone. Figured there wasn’t too much she could tell him to hurt my chances of getting Linda back. They talked for a minute, and then she handed the phone back to me. Apparently the conversation was mostly to confirm that she had not been really harmed, only roughed up a bit.

  Immediately he said that he would send a car to pick her up. I put the brakes on that real fast. How about, I suggested, we make a trade? Linda for Angelica, that sort of thing. He made like I was being unreasonable to suggest that he would not let Linda immediately go, but we knew each other well enough to know just how far we could trust each other. Which was about as far as you could toss a piano. The exchange would be for that evening at a neutral site. I tried to sound hurt that he didn’t think my office was a safe place, but finally we agreed to making the switch at a shopping mall – a nice, public place. Lots of people around and little chance of anyone doing something stupid.

  We took Angelica to dinner, a reasonable thing to do since we were all hungry. Funny thing is she didn’t want Italian food. We had Chinese instead. More of that foreign stuff that you aren’t always sure what it is. At least with a steak or a hamburger you know what you’re getting.

  We were at the mall early and had to wait for a while. When they approached, my heart did a flip-flop. Gawd, but Linda was beautiful! I had forgotten just how much that girl exudes sex. She was turning male heads all over the mall. Even having been an abused prisoner and dressed in a rather plain pale green summer dress, she was beautiful. Her eyes were glaring anger at the two men on either side of her as they marched up, until, that is, she spotted me. Then she broke free and threw herself into my arms.

  While I was getting reacquainted with how wonderful her body felt pressed against mine, Susie was releasing Angelica’s arm so she could go to her daddy. I was too busy to notice if their reunion held all the warmth of the one Linda was giving me.

  When I was finally able to disengage her arms from around my neck, I noticed a strange scene. Angelica was standing next to Raszini but not showing much happiness at being reunited with papa. The two goons that came with him were staring at me and Linda, trying to hide the jealousy behind stern faces. Raszini, on the other hand, was looking at Susie, and I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. Sort of like a tiger eyeing a tender, delicious goat he was planning to have for the evening meal. If he didn’t have his muscle with him, I would have taken him to task for looking at my little sister like that. When he woke up, he would think twice about undressing little sis with his eyes.

  “Let’s get away from these creeps,” Linda whispered in my ear, but loud enough for them to hear. Raszini tore his eyes from Susie and tried to look offended.

  I tapped Susie on the arm and turned to leave. She picked up the briefcase that was hopefully filled with my promised cash payment. Linda hung on to my arm like the cheerleaders used to back in high school. It felt good.

  Chapter XII

  Snitch

  I didn’t get out of bed until nearly noon. And, believe me, it was not because I slept late. Linda kept me up most of the night showing how wonderfully grateful she was for my getting her free. Then again in the morning. Repeatedly. Her gratitude almost took more than even I, Sled Speed, the world’s greatest private dick, could handle. Gawd, what a woman!

  When I finally managed to elude her
clutches and crawl out of bed, it was mostly because of hunger. A dozen fried eggs and half a dozen pieces of toast, plus a gallon or so of coffee, and I would be back to normal. Besides, there was something I had to do.

  Looking back at Linda as she lay on the rumpled sheets, I could not help but see those marks that bastard had put there with his belt. I had a pretty good idea which goon had done that, and we were going to have a little chat one day about his treatment of my girl. But right then, I had something that I had promised to do and really, really wanted to. So I ate, dressed and left a note to Linda, telling her to rest up and we would have another go-around that evening.

  * * * * *

  ”I’m Special Prosecutor Marvin Purvis. What can I do for you?”

  Marvin was a perfect example of a prosecutor; beady little eyes, thick glasses and a nose large enough to stick into anyone’s business. Mid-forties and the beginning of what would one day become a good sized pot belly, completed the impression.

  “You know Theodor Raszini?” I asked.

  He cocked one eyebrow, making that eye a little less beady. “I’ve heard of him,” was all he said.

  “How would you like to put him away for a long time?”

  The eyebrow lifted a little higher. “Why don’t you come in and we can talk,” he said.

  I talked, he mostly listened and made notes. Then I handed him the piece of paper with all those tidbits I had written down in Italy and his jaw just about dropped.

  “You weren’t kidding,” he finally managed to get out. “We’ve been trying to pin something on Raszini for years. If half this stuff is true, we’ll nail his hide to the wall!”

  “Good hunting,” I said, and stood to leave.

  “Wait! Don’t you want to get a reward?”

  “Reading about his conviction in the newspaper is reward enough for me.”

  Usually talk about a reward grabbed my attention. But in this case, I was glad to do it for free. Besides, Raszini had actually put cash in the briefcase. A lot of cash. When I walked out, Special Prosecutor Purvis was busy on the phone.