left the terminal. “Got ‘em mom!”
“Thanks baby. Give his keys to Pete.”
“Hey you bastard; son of a thievin' bitch. That you Emily Patricia?” He addressed her backside.
“Turn around Ty, I need to hit someone and it might as well be Connor fuckin' O'Bryan.”
“Ty baby. Put her down. Some of us want to say hi.”
“You can say hi. She can’t kick ass this way. Just tell me what direction to turn.”
“That’s for sure brah.”
“This is your family?” Brockton asked Mike, who was handing a set of rental car keys to the tough looking guy in the business suit.
“A part of it.” He laughed. “This is the nice part wait till you meet the rowdy ones.”
“Can’t wait.” Brockton laughed. “Seems like a good time to make a break for it.” He directed Marshall and Cummins who were dumbfounded to the line of limos. All around them there were hugs, kisses and shouts. He caught that these were from flights from Houston and Orange County. Ontario was just arriving. Flights from Fort Worth and Denver were pending and Atlanta had already arrived. Toni was flirting up a storm and greeting everyone. Em was red faced and laughing hanging practically upside down over the shoulder of some huge man.
“Isn’t he the guard on the Denver Broncos?” Cummins asked Marshall.
“Nah, this guy’s twice as big as the guard.” Marshall laughed.
“Is he going to drop her? She still hasn’t gotten the schedule finished.” Cummins was a worrier.
“She’ll have it to you this afternoon she said.” Marshall laughed. "Stop worrying."
“Yeah. Right.” The limo driver found Brockton’s party and started loading their baggage from the private field and the other limo drivers hired by the mafia twins were packing the others luggage into trunks and loading them up. A fresh round of shouting and screams greeted the next flight arriving.
“The last of them will be in at four.” Pete told the tall one watching Em closely. “She’s got three levels of protection, I wouldn’t be messing where you shouldn’t.” He warned.
“I’m not interested and wouldn't be insane enough to get anywhere near her in this crowd.”
“Damn straight.”
“Where’s that dumb fuck Sicilian kid? He’s got my keys.”
“He's gone, Connor. You’re riding with me.” Toni grabbed the Irishman and started dragging him into a limo.
"Antonia my love. Let's ditch those brothers of yours and we’ll run away together."
"Any time Connor, as soon as you sober up."
"Won't happen darlin'." He chuckled.
"I'm safe then."
“Someone invited him?”
“He shows up at all these things whether we invite him or not.” The other mafia brother informed Brockton. He was friendlier looking. “He’s my half brother and sister’s father.”
Brockton smiled and had to ask. "And the woman talking to him now?"
"My half sister from my father's second marriage." Tommy smiled.
“There’s some family dynamics I don’t even want to consider.” The mountain stood within a few feet of them with Em still over his shoulder.
“Ty unless you’re going to stick me out the sunroof you need to put me down.”
“SUN ROOF!” He smiled and headed to one of the limos. “Good idea.”
“Drop her in this one and we’ll keep her for you.” Marshall suggested and had her dumped in his arms.
“Hold on to this I’ll be right back.” The mountain headed out and picked up another woman and carried her demurely to the second limo in line. “Her mother. I’ll be back in a minute.” The woman kissed Em's cheek then walked away. The big guy disappeared again and Em indicated for Marshall to put her down. He laughed, forgetting what he was doing or where he was with the chaos around him. She slipped into the limo and hid from the big guy. Marshall played dumb and pointed in the other direction causing a number of others to laugh and
“Thanks baby. Give his keys to Pete.”
“Hey you bastard; son of a thievin' bitch. That you Emily Patricia?” He addressed her backside.
“Turn around Ty, I need to hit someone and it might as well be Connor fuckin' O'Bryan.”
“Ty baby. Put her down. Some of us want to say hi.”
“You can say hi. She can’t kick ass this way. Just tell me what direction to turn.”
“That’s for sure brah.”
“This is your family?” Brockton asked Mike, who was handing a set of rental car keys to the tough looking guy in the business suit.
“A part of it.” He laughed. “This is the nice part wait till you meet the rowdy ones.”
“Can’t wait.” Brockton laughed. “Seems like a good time to make a break for it.” He directed Marshall and Cummins who were dumbfounded to the line of limos. All around them there were hugs, kisses and shouts. He caught that these were from flights from Houston and Orange County. Ontario was just arriving. Flights from Fort Worth and Denver were pending and Atlanta had already arrived. Toni was flirting up a storm and greeting everyone. Em was red faced and laughing hanging practically upside down over the shoulder of some huge man.
“Isn’t he the guard on the Denver Broncos?” Cummins asked Marshall.
“Nah, this guy’s twice as big as the guard.” Marshall laughed.
“Is he going to drop her? She still hasn’t gotten the schedule finished.” Cummins was a worrier.
“She’ll have it to you this afternoon she said.” Marshall laughed. "Stop worrying."
“Yeah. Right.” The limo driver found Brockton’s party and started loading their baggage from the private field and the other limo drivers hired by the mafia twins were packing the others luggage into trunks and loading them up. A fresh round of shouting and screams greeted the next flight arriving.
“The last of them will be in at four.” Pete told the tall one watching Em closely. “She’s got three levels of protection, I wouldn’t be messing where you shouldn’t.” He warned.
“I’m not interested and wouldn't be insane enough to get anywhere near her in this crowd.”
“Damn straight.”
“Where’s that dumb fuck Sicilian kid? He’s got my keys.”
“He's gone, Connor. You’re riding with me.” Toni grabbed the Irishman and started dragging him into a limo.
"Antonia my love. Let's ditch those brothers of yours and we’ll run away together."
"Any time Connor, as soon as you sober up."
"Won't happen darlin'." He chuckled.
"I'm safe then."
“Someone invited him?”
“He shows up at all these things whether we invite him or not.” The other mafia brother informed Brockton. He was friendlier looking. “He’s my half brother and sister’s father.”
Brockton smiled and had to ask. "And the woman talking to him now?"
"My half sister from my father's second marriage." Tommy smiled.
“There’s some family dynamics I don’t even want to consider.” The mountain stood within a few feet of them with Em still over his shoulder.
“Ty unless you’re going to stick me out the sunroof you need to put me down.”
“SUN ROOF!” He smiled and headed to one of the limos. “Good idea.”
“Drop her in this one and we’ll keep her for you.” Marshall suggested and had her dumped in his arms.
“Hold on to this I’ll be right back.” The mountain headed out and picked up another woman and carried her demurely to the second limo in line. “Her mother. I’ll be back in a minute.” The woman kissed Em's cheek then walked away. The big guy disappeared again and Em indicated for Marshall to put her down. He laughed, forgetting what he was doing or where he was with the chaos around him. She slipped into the limo and hid from the big guy. Marshall played dumb and pointed in the other direction causing a number of others to laugh and
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