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opened.
    “Damn,
Teri,” Sal said.   “What the hell took you
so long?”
    Teri
Burk, the same tattooed young woman who had been in Gemma’s law office,
smiled.   This visit was no total surprise
to her.   She’d been expecting him.   “Hey Sal Luca.   What’s shaking, man?”
    “What’s
up?”   He didn’t wait to be invited
in.   He walked on in.  
    She
loved it.   It was late at night; she
hadn’t seen him in a while; maybe they’d hook up.   She knew he was going to be upset about her
little visit today to that chick’s office, but she also remembered Sal
well.   He was going to want some.   Whenever they were together in the past, they
ended up fucking.
    She
looked out of the door before shutting it, and saw the cab waiting.   She also knew Sal well enough to know to stay
on guard.   He might try to browbeat her a
little for making that visit, but she would have to make certain that was all
he did to her.   And she was prepared for
that.   She closed the front door.
    And
turned toward him.   He was dressed in his
usual style.   Armani suit this time,
imported shoes, but tonight she noticed he also wore leather gloves.   She thought he looked more like a gangster
than the businessman he claimed to be, but that was alright too.   She knew he was a little of both.   “Long time, no see, Sal Luca,” she said to
him.   “I miss you.”
    “Yeah?”   Sal glanced down the length of her.   She used to be good.   Not the best.   Gemma was the best.   But not bad
either.   He used to hit it.   He used to hit it repeatedly.
    She
saw his eyes trailing down her body.   She
unlatched her robe, revealing her white breasts, her flat stomach.   The narrow snatch of pubic hair between her
legs.   “You don’t know how much I’ve
missed you,” she said.   “No man has been
able to do me better.   And I mean none.”
    She
was wasting her time, Sal thought, as he glanced at her now exposed body, but
then began looking around, surveying his surroundings.   Clasping his gloves together.   “You visited my woman,” he said.
    Teri
didn’t like his sudden disinterest.   She
tied her robe once more.   “I visited your
whore,” she said.   “You’re right about
that.”
    Sal
looked at her, fighting to contain himself.   “My whore?”
    “Your
black whore, yes.   Gemma Jones, I think
is her name?   I was told to serve her
notice, and that’s what I did.”
    “You
were told to what ?”
    “To
serve her notice.”
    Sal
frowned.   “What the fuck kind of notice?”
    “That
marrying you is not going to happen.”
    How
would she or anybody else know about their decision to get married?   That wasn’t public knowledge.   His family didn’t even know yet, and Gemma’s
either.   “And who told you to serve her
this notice?” he asked.
    “Don’t
know and don’t care.   It was a blind job,
and I took it.”
    A
blind job, Sal thought.   Meaning whoever
hired her didn’t want to be known.   But
before he could ask another question, Teri pulled a switchblade from her robe
pocket, flung it open, and pointed it at Sal.
    “Just
so you know who you’re dealing with,” she said.   “I’m not the girl you used to fuck and leave and throw a few dollars to
keep her quiet.   I’m not that girl
anymore.   I know your ass now.”
      But Sal looked at her, and then that switchblade
as if she was still very much that girl.   As if she was playing little girl games with a grown-ass man.   And without warning, he grabbed her wrist
with one hand, debilitating her ability to manage the knife, and then took the
knife from her with the other hand.   Then
he twisted her small body around until he was grabbing her from behind, and had
his arm around her neck.
    “What
are you doing?” she asked, stunned by his swiftness.
    “You
had the audacity to point this knife at me?” Sal asked.   “You had the audacity to threaten me and my woman?”
    “I
wasn’t threatening you,