Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Vengeance, Pt 2

Mary sat on her knees on the bed behind Mickey. He had his head in his hands, but made the occasional grunt and slight moan of approval at the way her hands skillfully worked through the knots in his shoulders and back. He let out his umpteenth heavy sigh as he checked his phone yet again.

“What’s got you so uneasy?” Mary asked, peppering kisses from his shoulder up his neck and to his cheek.

Mickey smirked at her question. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with the old man, but he’s not answering. I wish sometimes he’d take a damn break long enough to answer his own son.”

“Oh, come on now,” Mary chuckled, “we both know that’s too much like right. It’s a parent thing. They never answer when we want them to, but heaven forbid we do the same.”

“You’ll never hear the end of it.” Mickey nodded in agreement. “I just can’t really calm down till I know I’ve heard from the old man.”