“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as his eyes dilate at the lewd act.
Afterwards, we all take a shower together and get our things ready to leave. Our time away in our little sex bubble has come to an end, and the real world awaits us. John and I both have school, Rich, having graduated early, is now working at his father’s company, training under him, and Archie will be going back to the law firm to help my brother with the Senator’s case. I hate that now I’m a witness and will have to face him again in court when I rehash what happened. The other girl who escaped can’t take the stand because her mind is too fragile. I refuse to allow that bastard to get away with this, so I’ll do my part.
Before the wedding, I heard Archie talking to my brother about the bodies that were located in the tombs in France. One of the girls, the one who sat at the head of the table, was actually his mother. I didn’t really pay attention to them much except that they were dead and their eyes were like glass . I was too busy trying to get away. His mother must have had him really young because she didn’t look that much older than the other girls. I should have known he ended up killing her. She was probably his first victim. If that’s what you can even call her. Is she really a victim? She molded and made that monster. If it weren’t for her, maybe he would have turned out alright.
“Are you ready to go?” Archie asks, breaking my thoughts. I'm glad he can’t read my mind or he’d be pissed over what I’m thinking.
“I love you,” I tell him instead of answering, and he smiles softly, leading me over to the others so we can leave. Goodbye sanctuary, hello real world.
The trial was just as unbearable as I thought. I didn’t have to be around for the whole thing, but I didn’t want to miss a second. On days I didn’t have class, I sat right in the courtroom, and everytime Reynolds was brought in, his eyes would seek me out with a sense of longing in them. Just as I thought, his defense team was going with the insanity defense, painting him as the victim from the many years of torture and abuse he suffered under his mother’s care. They were even able to bring in a psychiatrist who claimed that his abuse is a good cause for him to develop violent tendencies and have psychotic breaks where he didn’t know what he was doing. What a load of bull. That asshole knew exactly what he was doing while he was doing it. Pictures of the dollhouse from hell were provided as evidence for their plea and played heavily in his favor. The trial took months, and even with all the evidence Archie and my brother provided, including the dagger with traces of blood from thirteen victims including mine and his mother’s, as well two other bodies they still have yet to find, ex-Senator Reynolds was found guilty under means of insanity and will be sentenced to 13 consecutive life sentences to a mid-level psychiatric prison.
I cannot begin to tell you the outrage I feel for myself and the other victims whose lives he callously took. The girl who, because of him, will never leave the treatment facility she checked herself into because she’s scared of the outside world. All the families who lost someone dear to them, and the cause of that loss will spend the remainder of his days in a fucking Martha Stewart prison for the insane. The justice system is not fair, and this case just proved that to Archie and my brother.
Six months later, on the day of Reynolds’ sentencing, I stood tall and addressed the court with the injustice I felt over them letting him literally get away with murder. I looked each and every juror in the eye, until they lowered their gazes in guilt as I fully expressed the torture I was subjected to. I did not care who heard, or that my face would be broadcasted all over the news. I wanted everyone to bare witness to how our legal system worked. Through each testimony, I remained strong as each family member said their peace for a child, sister, member of their family they lost, and through it all, my men were with me, holding my hand. John and Richard sat with me out in the stands, and Archie beside my brother up front. When Reynolds was cuffed and taken away, I stared him down, but instead of seeing any kind of guilt or a hint of fear I was aiming for, I saw something so much fucking worse. He smiled. The bastard smiled right at me, and stopped right there in the aisle in front of me, stalling the guards long enough to glance down at my pregnant belly with a sinister gleam in his cold, ice blue eyes.
“I knew you were going to be a good mommy,” he says in a low voice, loud enough for me to hear. Chuckling, the guards push him forward and instictively my hand goes to my stomach.
I was six months pregnant, Rich having done his job well at the hotel after the wedding. WTF, does that bastard actually think this is his child? Believe me, I’m well aware whose kid this is. Richard wouldn’t let me forget about it. No really, if I thought he was intense before, now he’ll randomly stare down at my round stomach as if it’s a fucking flag he’s planted there.
After the trial, my men all took me home and held me close to them as I cried over the injustice of our legal system. More than ever, I wanted him dead. I want to torture him, destroy his mind like he tried to do to me. Carve him up like a turkey, and then end his miserable life. He deserves it. An eye for an eye, and in time, I will get my fucking revenge for all of us.
Chapter Twenty-Six
John
“Is she asleep?” I ask the guys as I move slowly from the bed, careful not to wake her.
“Yeah, she’s finally out,” Rich’s voice rumbles from her other side.
“Good. I need to talk to you guys in private about something I found out,” I tell them as I throw a shirt on. Both men give me an odd look, but they both get up and follow me quietly out the room.
I lead them to my set up out back in a smaller structure away from the house. I wanted a space away from my home since this is where all the illegal shit happens. Where I have all the equipment I need to hack into the Pentagon if I wanted. My own mini command center.
“What’s up?” Archie asks, once were safely locked inside. I know he doesn’t want to be away from Robyn for long, just in case she wakes and find us gone. None of us do.
“At the sentencing today, I pretended to not hear what that asshole said about the baby.”
“Okay, what about it? That asswipe is deluded if he thinks the baby is his. The ultrasound proves it’s mine, and he didn’t touch her in that way anyways,” Rich says angrily. His Alpha male is showing. He’s very proud about knocking our girl up. Actually psychotic about it as all things Richard are, especially dealing with Robyn.
“I don’t think that’s all true,” I say, preparing myself for Richard’s wrath.
“What?” Richard roars.
At the exact same time, Archie says, “what part?”
“Calm down asshole, the kid is definitely yours. That’s not the part I’m talking about. I’m referring to the touching her part.”
“Explain,” Archie orders through clenched teeth. Poor guy. He hasn’t been the same since the trial. He really thought Reynolds would get the death penalty, or at least life in a maximum security prison, but I knew better. Money talks and bullshit walks, and from what I remember of what I saw at that plastic house in the jungle, I knew as soon as Reynolds’ defense team went with in insanity plea, he would get off.
“Look, I’ll just show you, it’s easier,” I tell them, pulling my chair up to the larger screen on my desk.
I pull up all of the data I have been keeping as a record about Reynolds as soon as I hacked into his system that day in the rainforest. Robyn said Reynolds took pictures of her. I could tell by the digital footprint on the ones used in court, not all of them were found, so I went looking for the missing ones myself. What I found made me sicker than I have ever been. They were pics of her in that Playboy bunny outfit, drugged out her mind, not even aware of the situation as he rubs his nasty looking cock all over her face and one with his cock stuffed in her asshole. I even found a video. When I pull up the pictures, both Archie and I have to restrain Richard. The fucker is strong, more so with his rage, but together we’re able to restrain him.
“That fucker is dead,” he roars. “I don’t care
who I have to pay, he will die.”
“There’s more,” I tell them, and Rich stops his rant long enough to grab me by the throat. “Let me go you psycho,” I wheeze through his grip as he tries to cut off my air. Snapping back to himself, he lets me go, picks up a chair and throws it at the wall. This is why I didn’t want to have this conversation in the house.
“Calm your crazy ass down so he can show us the rest,” Archie shouts. His words must get through to the psycho because he stops tearing up my shit and looks back at my screen like he can intimidate the pictures to show him something else. If he’s flipping out this bad over the pictures, he’s going to go batshit over the video. Turning my attention back onto the screen, I pull up the video and play it. Robyn is in that weird tutu outfit we found her in, knocked out, probably from the drugs, when a man walks into the room. The same man I saw Robyn with at the meet for info about her brother. The whole time I thought he was some low ranking errand boy, but in his hand was the fucking dagger we were all searching for. He set Robyn up, probably had her followed after the meet.
“My sweet boy, you have done so well. Why don’t you show your pet how whores should be treated? Just like you did with your whore of a mother,” the man’s voice says through the speakers.
Reynolds stalks over to Roybn and grabs her by the hair, pulling her up so he can position her body on all fours. Since she’s still unconscious, he has to hold her up. She’s not wearing those boy shorts, so her ass is bare and he quickly undoes his pants and positions himself behind her before shoving himself inside balls deep. He fucks her from behind for a couple strokes before pulling out and ramming into her ass. An uncontrollable anger crosses his face and he fucks her relentlessly, like he’s trying to tear her up from within. All the while the man (his father) watches on with a sick glee in his grey eyes. With a roar, Reynolds comes deep in her ass.
“Good boy. Now show her who’s boss. Show her what happens when she cheats like my whore of a wife, your mother, did.”
The anger never leaves his eyes as Reynolds takes his still hard cock, holding it like a club and starts to beat her face with it while his father watches on. I’ve never been grateful for the drugs she was given until I saw this video. I’m so glad she doesn’t remember any of this, because I feel that if she knew, she’ll be destroyed. She’s the only reason why I didn’t turn it in as evidence.
“Did you find out who the man is?” Archie asks, swallowing hard.
“Yes, his name is Decon Reynolds and he’s an old acquaintance of her father,” I answer.
“What?” Richard shouts. “They were fucking friends?”
“No, enemies. Apparently, they both had it bad over Robyn’s mom. It’s not hard to guess why the guy has a hard-on for their family. Braxton got the girl and she died giving birth to Robyn.”
“And this is the only copy? Of this video and the photos?” Rich grumbles, as he tries to control his anger.
“Yes, I’m sure you know why I’ve never turned them in. They’ll destroy her if she knew th-”
“Yeah, I get it,” Archie says, interrupting me. “She can’t see this ever.”
“Destroy it. Destroy it all,” Rich says with a wave of his hand, and I start the program that will make sure every digital print of this could never be recovered. It’s like throwing acid on top of them. Everything burns away. I don’t feel bad about doing it. I’ve already informed her father of the incident. He said he’ll handle it and I believe him. I’ve never seen him so angry before. He could give Rich a run for his money.
“And Decon?” Archie asks.
“I already told her father. He said he’ll take care of it.”
“Good,” Rich, says before turning and punching the brick wall. His knuckles are bruised and bleeding, but I don't think he cares. I check his hand just to make sure he didn’t break anything, and we all go back in the house.
“I don’t think I have to tell you we can never mention this to her, right?” Archie says, raising his brow.
“Right,” Rich and I both agree. I’ll never lie to our girl, but this? This is a secret I’ll take to my grave.
Heading back to the room, we all lay around our princess. Rich has his injured hand splayed across her stomach obsessively, as he snuggles his nose into her neck. I swear, just like with me and Arch, Robyn was made for him. She’s the only one who can calm his crazy ass down. When I close my eyes, I think about our future and all the good that will come.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Robyn
Three Months Later
September 3rd at exactly 1:15 pm my water breaks. How do I know the time? Well, with my due date quickly approaching, I’m restlessly going out of my mind, ready to evict this kid. I left to visit Richard at his office. Visit means I left to fuck my husband in his office, which brings me to my water breaking. Currently, I’m bent over his desk while he rams into me. The custom made clock his father gifted him after taking over the business is ticking in front of my face when a gush of wetness comes out my body soaking my legs. Richard has always been a heavy cummer, but not this much.
“Fuck,” he says, breathing hard. “I think your water just broke.”
Well no shit! I’ve been waiting to evict this kid for the longest time and it waits until I’m fucking its father to decided it’s had enough. WTF! Only Rich’s kid, I swear.
“Come on, Red, let’s get you cleaned up.” Gently, he leads me over to his private bathroom and runs a washcloth under the warm water. With gentle hands, he drops to his knees, not at all caring about the thousand dollar suit he has on and rips my panties at the sides, washing me. It’s actually sweet how he’s taking care of me and it makes me love him even more. Once done, he pulls out his phone and types in the code they came up with for when my water breaks and hits send. Soon my men, my brother, dad, and his father will know I’m about to go into labor.
Quickly, we leave for the hospital with him shouting orders to his secretary about where he’ll be as we go. As soon as we get to his car, the first contraction hits and I scream out in pain. Oh fuck, oh, I see why pregnant women are ready to murder their husbands when they go into labor. This is like period pain times a hundred. As soon as we get to the hospital, they better load me up with the good drugs.
“Are you ok, Red?” Rich asks anxiously as he helps me slide into the seat.
“Does it look like I’m fucking okay? I’m about to have a baby for Christ’s sake,” I grit out through the pain.
Not responding to my outburst, he quickly moves around the car, and puts the car in drive before he even gets his seatbelt on. Like a bat out of hell, he flies out of the parking garage, only to have to slow down because of the traffic. This is downtown New York during rush hour, we’re not going anywhere. Annoyed, he pulls out his phone and puts another code in and hits send. Before I can ask what’s going on, he turns down an alley and comes out behind his building where he drives back in the garage and parks in a random spot. Coming around to my side of the car, he grabs me and holds me bridal style before running back into the building and into the elevator. As he pushes the button to the roof, another contraction hits me and I’m biting down hard into his neck. I’m sure it’ll leave another scar, and the psycho will just get another tattoo from it.
The contraction is over by the time we get to the roof where his chopper is primed and ready to go. The pilot meets us halfway and rushes to open the chopper's door as Rich straps me inside. I guess the code he put in was for the pilot to get the chopper ready to go. There isn’t much of anything Rich can’t buy. His connections know no bounds. Before long, we’re shooting up in the air towards the hospital, which is so much shorter than a car ride. Ten minutes later, the pilot is landing on the hospital's landing pad and the hospital staff meets us up there, helping me off the chopper and into a wheelchair. During the decent down in the elevator, a bad contraction hits me, gushing more liquid out of me and I scream, gripping Rich’s hand for dear life.
“How far apart
are her contractions?” Someone asks.
Rich mumbles, “that one was eight minutes from the last one.”
Immediately, as soon as the elevator doors slide open, they’re rushing me into a room. As soon as I’m dressed in a hospital gown, both Archie and John rush inside, looking sweaty and frantic, like they ran all the way here. They probably did, with the traffic outside. Unfortunately for them, I’m screaming from a contraction, and as soon as my eyes land on them, I’m plotting their death.
“Where are my fucking drugs?” I scream.
“Sorry sweetie, you’re too far to get an epidural,” a blonde nurse with too sweet of a voice replies, and I want to punch her in the face for denying me my drugs.
“You’re doing fine,” Richard coos and I turn my anger back on him.
“Shut the fuck up, this is your fault. All of your faults,” I scream, moving my eyes on the other two.
Blondie nurse is not fazed by my outburst at all. She’s probably use to the shit, but my men all look very scared, even Richard. Good, they should be. Fucking big dick fuckers. How many times can one say fuck in a sentence? When you’re in labor, a fucking lot. My doctor finally strolls in and I look at the fucker with narrowed eyes. He’s another pretty fucker.
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