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When It Rains	By : Illiandyandra Category: S through Z > Stephanie Plum Series Views: 9524 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WHEN IT RAINS
Illiandyanndra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Stephanie Plum
Pairings: Stephanie/Ranger & Merry Men(Core Team)
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game…I can never remember what book what stuff happens in.
Disclaimer: Not mine Stephanie and her world belong to Janet Evanovich, which if you are reading the fanfiction…you probably already knew.
^^Thoughts^^
^Spoken Aloud Thoughts^
“Speech”
AN: I have made an Executive Decision. No longer will I force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish…from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign language classes (Why was there no Google Translate when I was in High School)…
AN2: Thank you to all my reviewers. Make me smile; tell me your favorite funny line from this story. Or tell me your favorite moment from it.
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CHAPTER 11
Frank PoV
I just got off the phone with yet another asshole calling to talk about my baby girl. They were wanting to let Helen know that Stephanie went into the Pleasures Treasures with one of these Rangemen and came out with huge bags and boxes of stuff. Turns out it was Angelina Morelli. So I asked her if she was jealous of the Rangeman or my Pumpkin. She got all huffy so I followed up by reminding her that Anthony goes in there every Friday night. She started to hem and haw. Stupid broad. Nothing wrong with what goes on in the bedroom of consenting adults. Helen refuses to let me go in there, but she never minds the fact that every so often I get a brown package delivered from Adam and Eve.
The next time I answered the phone I was happy to find it actually was for me. “So Carpenter, what did you think of Ranger?” I asked after we exchanged the usual pleasantries.
“I’d think more of him if he’d talk. Getting information out of that boy was worse than pulling teeth. And he kept comparing me to Edna. Apparently once you’re over fifty talking about sex is a big no-no for these young bucks.” Melvin said laughing.
“Maybe he’s a bit repressed. But I got a feeling that won’t last long.” I returned. “Hell, I’m tired of hearing my mother in law talking about sex, it has nothing to do with her age and everything to do with HER.”
“That boy ain’t repressed. He’s catholic. All ya’ll pope worshipers are crazy. So tell me what he wouldn’t; he got any brothers in that troop of his?” Melvin teased.
“Mel, my daughter got a full reading rainbow you of dating. Two black boys, three latinos, and two white boys. Three of those boys are built like brick shithouses. HUGE, and solid. The smallest one of them is the most dangerous. He’s a former latino gangbanger. I ain’t ashamed to admit that he scares the hell out of me. I can tell you the only reason Helen isn’t dead after the time he came to dinner is because it would have upset my Pumpkin. But my little girl she kisses him right on that teardrop tat on his cheek and calls him a sweetheart.” I told him as honestly as we always were.
“That youngest girl of yours never has seen color. Don’t know where you went wrong with that older one. She is worse than Helen ever thought to be, and that’s saying something.” Mel joked.
“I know. But Helen ain’t that bad, at least not behind closed doors, and you know that. Problem is that once a woman reforms, they can go overboard. I think she was so happy Val came out peaches and cream rather than café au lait…she went a little batty.” I said calmly.
“Well still it wasn’t your fault she wanted to know what it was like to sleep with a black guy. If she didn’t want it to be anybody ya’ll knew she should have said that to begin with.” He huffed.
“Yeah well. That woman got a bit too concerned about what other people thought for the last few decades. Thank god Stephanie finally managed to shock her out of it.” I said laughing.
“How is she taking this?” Melvin asked concerned. “I mean you said Stephie has two brothers, and three latin boys. Is she ok?”
“Apparently my wife never told me that she had an aunt who was a certified nympho. She’s been worrying herself crazy that Stephanie was gonna sleep her way through the burg. That’s why she’s been pushing that testosterone laden Morelli ass at My Pumpkin. So all in all Helen’s just glad that unconventional relationship this maybe…at least it’s an actual relationship.” I said shaking my head at the craziness of my family.
“What about your oldest girl?”
Valerie PoV
I have been hiding in this stupid house for the last two freaking weeks. I barely even go out for groceries, and I’ve had the girls riding the bus. And it’s all my stupid little sister’s fault. She just had to DUMP Joe Morelli. What woman in her right mind dumps Joe Morelli? He is the finest specimen of man ever born in the burg. And she dumps him and now I find out she’s dating some black guy and buying out the Pleasures Treasures. It’s just so embarrassing. I tried to talk to Mom about it and she was all happy about Heffy Stephie’s new relationship. Even tried to sell me some bullshit about killing Joe herself for hitting Stephanie. But she must have deserved it. She probably humiliated him at work again.
God if I had managed to hook Joe Morelli, my life could have been so much better. I could have lived as a navy wife until he got out and then we’d have moved back here. And gotten a house near Mom and Dad. I’d have never married that asshole Steven, and Morelli men may cheat, but they never leave. As long as he came home to me at the end of the day, who cares if he sleeps with a million other women. God Stephanie is so stupid she had a LAWYER, and a good one, not a crappy one like Albert. And she divorced him for sleeping with another woman, when he would have stayed. She could have had it all a husband with tons of money and blackmail material to keep him buying whatever she wanted. Besides, maybe if she has stayed home and been a good housewife like me, he wouldn’t have cheated so early in the marriage.
God Joe and I had it all planned. Once he and Stephanie got married, he would be my brother in law. And on days when he was off he could reasonably come over and fix some stuff around the house. I mean the whole world knows that Albert is a butterfingers. While he was here he would help me out with the fact that I’m almost constantly unsatisfied. He’s been a great ‘friend’ over the last year. So much so I’m praying this little girl comes here with light hair or eyes…otherwise, I’m going to have to name her Francine, and blame Daddy for her Italian looks.
It’s too bad I was at Rosalee Deltornio’s house the day Joe got Stephanie to play choo-choo. If I’d been the one to play with him instead, I’m sure I’d be married to him today. What is wrong with Heffy Stephie?
Stephanie PoV
What is wrong with me? I’ve exhausted Tank, Bobby, Lester, I think Cal and I broke Hector, and I’m currently looking at Hal as if he were the last Boston Crème. Oh good his ESP must be working. He’s starting to take off his clothes. I’m so bad. I’m not supposed to be this…I’ve turned into Joyce…just with higher standards.
“Oh God. Yes Cal, So GOOOD!!!!” I moaned. It is so sexy when Cal licks me after. He keeps his tongue flat and his strokes gentle, and I have these little tiny aftershocks, every time he drags his tongue over my clit. God what is wrong with me? I have seven wonderful, handsome, attentive, well-endowed men who truly seem to love me. ME not some idealized version of me…not Val in Stephanie clothing…but me. I refuse to ruin it by have a mini-meltdown, even in my head.
“Love you Hal,” I whispered against his ear as he slid into me. It’s funny, with my JLS I have no trouble saying the l-word in the heat of the moment…I will learn to say it other times too. They say it all the time. And I hear it even when they don’t say it. Even when Tank was bring that paddle down on my ass, or when Bobby was demanding I pick out the toys I would enjoy at Pleasure Treasures. “OOOHHHHH HALLLLL!!!!”
^^So you know what maybe this bubble of perfect happiness can’t last forever.^^ I think to myself when I’m capable of actual thought again, who knows how long later. ^^But I refuse to let anything take my happiness away from me.^^ Ranger came home a few minutes later and by the time he was finished, I could no longer tell you which way was up. Hal dragged me to the shower and helped me get cleaned up and into a pair of my Rangeman panties. All the guys loved those for some reason. Stepping into the living room, I noticed that Ranger had a big manilla envelop with my name on it…God DAMN it, those are NEVER good.
Hal PoV
I came in to the most beautiful sounds a man can come home to. Then I got to make love to Our Girl and she whispered she loves me. I know Bombshell has some trouble saying that so each of us; we treasure it when she says it to us. I noticed the envelope on the counter with her name on it and Tank, sitting like a sentinel next to it just waves me into the living room. “We’ll worry about it when we’re all together.” He says. And in Ranger’s absence Tank’s word is law.
So I push it to the back of my mind and enjoy some one on one Bombshell time. After I’ve emptied myself into her for the third time, Ranger walks in and I get to watch as he bends her into positions she would never think herself capable of. Once Ranger has exhausted himself for the time being, I help our girl get showered. I hear Tank place the call to Palomia, she is Ella’s sister and her Haywood Street replacement. Our Girl wants Ella with her, so of course Ella is moving with us. However she has had so much to do with the design teams and readying the new house, she has already turned over this location to Palomia…and I’ve got to admit she is almost as good a cook as Ella.
But I also see that the time has come to deal with the envelope. Man I hope Palomia made cake. I get the feeling that Bombshell is going to need it.
Helen PoV
I’m so glad I agreed to let Frank deal with the phone calls today. It’s too bad that I cannot even go grocery shopping without hearing from some gossipy old bitty about Stephanie. But she’s found a way to take care of her illness, and while I know she won’t be giving up her dangerous job, she will at least be working with men who have a vested interest in keeping her safe. This may not be the ideal ‘burg marriage, but this will at least let me sleep at night without a tipple of Johnny Walker Red first. I just wish I didn’t have to hear from all these people talking about her, when they have no clue what’s really going on.
“Your daughter broke my Joey’s heart. I hear she’s already shacked up with some nigger, and shopping at Pleasure Treasures, like the slut she is.” Oh Joy Angie Morelli.
“First of all you should be ashamed. I thought you were a good Christian woman, using a racial slur like that. God should smite you down. And once your Joey laid a hand on my daughter, he became the luckiest man in the ‘burg…after Frank and Ranger both let him live.” I said refusing to back down just because we were in public.
“She probably deserved it.” Angie said meanly.
“So I guess you deserved it when your husband beat the stuffing out of you?” I asked caustically. See I am a bad person and I am going to hell for this but I’ll be damned if anyone is going to say I didn’t stand up for my child. “What did you do Angie, not press his shirts right? Not have the meatloaf perfect? Did you get upset that he couldn’t keep it in his pants? What, Angie, did you ask to be treated with a little bit of respect? No woman deserves to be beaten. And My DAUGHTER certainly did nothing to deserve to have her ribs fractured by your no-good, ass of a son.”
“If she threw him over for some black man she should have her ass beat.” Angie said as I was walking away. “I wish my Joey had never met your whore of a daughter. She’s been a whore since she was six years old. None of the other girls in the neighborhood went into the garage alone with Joey. They were all good girls and none of them were the ones to teach him how to play choo-choo.”
“Are you delusional? Your son learned how to play choo-choo from watching your husband and the little Killien girl that used to baby sit for you. I should have cut his little cacchio (dick) off then. Maybe then he wouldn’t have raped my daughter when she was sixteen.” I yelled back.
“It wasn’t rape. You cannot rape a whore. My Joey was just giving your slut what she was asking for. And he wrote about it all over town, so I’m sure she was getting it from everyone she could after that.” Angie screamed. Ok that is too much. That was the single most humiliating thing to ever happen to my little girl she hid in her room for the entire summer. She would only go places with her dad. She missed her junior prom because of that. For a moment, I could only remember standing outside her room and hearing her cry and not being able to do anything about it. I must have entered on of these fugue states, because the next thing I knew I was straddling Angie Morelli’s chest and beating the living daylights out of her.
“Your stupid son has hurt my little girl for the last time.” I yelled as I punched. “If he comes near her again, I will make sure that you don’t even have a body to bury.” I snarled as they dragged me off her. I broke free and kicked her a few times for good measure. “I helped put you back together every time Anthony beat you. I took you to the hospital every time he made you miscarry. But you have the nerve to talk about my child like this…well curse on you Angela Cantelo Morelli. Curse on you and your whole tribe. May none of you know a night’s peace until you have all bowed and apologized to my daughter for all you have said and done and written against her. Curse on all of you!” I yelled spitting on her.
Eddie had to take me in. The store manager had called the police. But he was nice enough not to cuff me. And he agreed to call Stephanie for me so that I could call Frank. Hopefully one of them will think to call Vinnie.
Ranger PoV
Once Hal and Stephanie rejoined us, I was very much ready to confront the problem presented by the envelop. However, it would appear that Our Girl was not.
“Ok, before we open the ominous envelop, can we discuss the house first?” She asked glaring at the envelop in question. “What did Mr. Mel say about the furniture?”
“The bed will be ready a week from Tuesday, however the custom mattress will take three weeks from the date of the order to delivery. Your father’s friend said that he will have his son e-mail us the needed measurements asap, allowing us to place the order tomorrow or the next day. As to the specialty furniture we’ve requested for the playroom; those will be ready the weekend after the bed and nightstands. Mr. Stevens has also agreed to build some truly spectacular weapons cabinets for the basement. Apparently he has a special way he can build them that makes them far safer if and/or when we decide to give Frank his wish.” I relayed.
Hector spoke up, “Ella, Estefania and I have been working very closely with the designers, and the social rooms are currently needing only our finishing touches, personal pictures, and things of that nature. As I understand it each of us have completed our personal spaces...with the exception of Ranger.” He of course turned to look at me. “Why is your space still incomplete?”
“I made the assumption that I would simply move this bedroom over to serve as my personal space.” I reasoned. “I toyed with the thought of starting over completely, but I find that I have grown attached to my bed.”
They all nodded, and understood my reasoning. “well then I suppose you’d better get with Abegaile and let her rework this bedroom, just in case there is a need for it as a safe house, or something.” Hal reasoned back. He raised a valid point. Especially since this apartment might be needed for afternoon ‘meetings’ in the future.
“Well I can honestly say that three donuts, is not enough to get me through an entire workday.” Stephanie said with a laugh. I had three Boston Cremes before my appointment and I barely made it back to the apartment, after shopping with Bobby.”
“Yeah, but sweetheart, part of that could have been the shopping we were doing, and the fact that once we got back here, Tank, Lester and I wanted to play with some of the new toys.” Bobby added to the discussion.
“I think we’ve put this off as long as we can.” I said holding up the envelop. Of course, just as I would have opened it, my phone rang. “TALK!” I barked into the line. “Wait, Repeat…that’s what I thought you said. Call Guilemero, have him go down to the station. I want her out tonight. We’ll head down as soon as we can. Has anyone called Frank? Call and let Gazarra know what steps we’ve taken. Alright.” I clicked the phone shut. “Get dressed everyone. We roll out to the cop shop in ten.”
Stephanie looked at me and sighed. “What did Grandma get arrested for?” she asked as Cal helped her to her feet.
“Nothing. As far as I know Edna is safe and sound at your parent’s house. Apparently your mother lost it in Giovinnchi’s and tried to beat Angela Morelli to death, before cursing the entire Morelli clan.”
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