Anonymously,
A concerned citizen.
There, that should do the trick. A satisfied smirk comes across my face when I think about the officers digging to uncover not just one, but two bodies in that grave. Robenstein isn’t the only one we’ve disposed of there. Curley’s grave unfortunately was freshly dug and made for an easy cover up. May his poor soul rest in peace with the eviction of the two unwanted bodies residing with him. The body we buried with Sinclair was that of a child molester that Silas happened upon around the same time we took care of Sinclair. Silas actually walked in on a grown ass motherfucker trying to rape a young boy while he was on a job. Two bricks, one stone and all that bullshit, and a pedophile and a waste of space are taken care of. We washed our hands of them and never thought about them again...except for when Robenstein’s associates came back to bite us in the ass.
I can’t be angry about that though, because it brought Raven and Damien into my life.
Two hours later
The ambulance has shown with Piper. “Our package is here,” I playfully holler out as I stroll out the front door. Piper gives me a wide smile letting me know my playful manner is appreciated. “How’s our girl doing?” I ask her. When the doctor finally came out the day that Piper and Damien were so badly hurt, and listed her injuries, my jaw hit the floor. She had a broken collar bone, sprained wrist, broken ankle, and a concussion. Thankfully, the baby was safe and sound and not affected by the wreck whatsoever.
“I’m happy to be home,” she answers me with a beaming smile. Atticus is mumbling something under his breath about the transport she’s received. He wants to carry her in the house, and they’ve refused which has him biting everyone’s heads off.
“I see your man isn’t of the same frame of mind,” I laugh all while receiving the middle finger from my brother.
“Fuck off, Jonas. These two are morons who keep bumping her gurney into every little bump they can find.” He points his fingers at Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. He gives them fuck off looks and one of them actually rolls his eyes at Atticus. He for some reason must have a death wish.
“Sir, she’s fine,” one of them says as they maneuver into the house. I watch as Atticus reaches behind him, likely for his gun, and I give Silas a nod. We cannot have Atticus shooting innocent people. Silas rushes behind him and places his hand over Atticus’ stopping him from pulling the gun to where it can be seen.
“Atticus, calm the fuck down,” Silas commands. “She’s fine.”
“Roughrider, you’re giving me anxiety over here. They are doing their jobs and I’m not feeling any pain or any of these so-called bumps you’re speaking of,” Piper slurs and I just now realize her pupils are dilated and her smile is more about feeling nothing than my jokes. If I wasn’t so secure with myself my chest would deflate, and I’d feel a bit unmanned.
“If you’ll move back, we’ll transfer her to the bed,” dumbass two says. We all step back, with Silas and I holding onto Atticus’ forearms. I hate to tell him this, but he’s growling and sounds like a grizzly bear with rabies. Once they have her adjusted, dumbass one, the guy with a death wish, hands a tablet to Atticus and motions for a signature. Guess he’s figured out that talking around Atticus might not be the wisest choice.
“God, it feels good to be home,” Piper states. “Now, where’s Damien? I need to see that little man.”
“He was upstairs napping, I’ll check and see if his eyes are open yet,” I state. Then I can check on Raven as well. Two birds, one stone and all that shit. Once upstairs, I look in Damien’s room only to see that neither he nor Scooby are anywhere to be found. I check the normal spots a kid would hide— under the bed, in the closet, behind the door— only he’s not there. Trying not to panic, I head down to Raven’s room on the off-chance he woke up and wanted his mom. When I get to the door, I hear his voice and peek in to see them curled up together, foreheads pressed together, talking quietly. Scooby is lying at the foot of the bed. I notice that she’s got clothes on, which is a good thing because when I left, she was bare-ass naked. We don’t need little eyes seeing what they shouldn’t see and I’m pretty sure she’s not ready for that talk with him yet. He’s only five, after all.
“Hey, Piper’s home and she wants to see Damien,” I say when there’s a break in the conversation. Both of their heads turn in my direction and my heart leaps when they both shoot smiles at me.
“She’s home?” Damien asks. “I’m so glad! I didn’t like that I couldn’t go see her in the hospital.” The pout he gives us has me hiding a grin. We made the decision not to let him see her in the state she was in. It made me feel good that Raven included me in making that decision. It was in that moment that it hit me in the feels that those two are really mine. Being included in decisions regarding Damien made me want to sing a melody like they do in those girly movies.
Raven
When Jonas enters the bedroom, my heart leaps in my chest and butterflies dance in my tummy. I can’t believe that out of all the women in this town he’s chosen me to be with. It’s not that I surmise I’m not pretty in my own way, it’s that I’m not modelesque and he’s hot as hell. I’d envision him with a beauty queen on his arm, one who’s as fit and in shape as he is. Thinking about his sculpted abs, my eyes travel over his shirt-covered torso. When he calls me beautiful, the look he gives me helps boost my self-confidence. He doesn’t treat me like I’m less than which has done wonders as well.
“Okay, little man,” I grab Damien’s attention. “Miss Piper wants to see you, let’s hop up and go say hi.” He does a little upper body dance before hopping up and waiting impatiently for me to join him. He reaches over and grabs my hand and I let him believe his strength is what pulls me up from the mattress. “Wow! You sure have gotten strong there. What are you doing, eating spinach when I’m not looking?” I tease him.
“Momma! Spinach is nasty. Eww,” he sticks out his tongue while scrunching up his face in disgust. I have made him try everything once. He doesn’t seem to care for most green veggies unless it’s green beans. But you put carrots in front of him and he’ll eat them all in one mouthful. “C’mon, Momma. I’m ready to see Miss Piper!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I trail after him as he runs through the doorway.
“That sounds familiar coming out of your mouth,” Jonas surprises me by coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Ha-ha, very funny.” I turn my head and stick my tongue out at him. He leans down and nips my tongue causing me to jump. “Nasty, Jonas.”
“I happen to think otherwise.” He pats me on the ass with a wink directed at me.
“You would,” I reach back and pinch his side.
“Only with you, beautiful.” He grabs my hips and shuffles me to his side. When his arm goes over my shoulders and pulls me to him, I melt. This is what I’ve been missing in all of my adult life and relationships. I didn’t understand the way a man was supposed to treat a woman until Jonas showed me. When we make it down to where Piper is, I notice that Damien is already in bed with her and has crawled up in her lap. They are talking much like the way he and I were earlier.
“How’s Scooby’s training?” Piper asks Damien.
“He’s doing good! He hasn’t had any accidents and only chewed one boot so far!” He’s so proud of the fact that none of his things have been destroyed.
“Fucking dog,” Atticus mutters. “Good thing I like you, kid. Otherwise, that mutt would’ve been roadkill.” Damien gasps in horror when Atticus finishes speaking.
“Atticus!” Piper exclaims. “You can’t say that kind of stuff to a kid! He’s just kidding, Damien.”
I hear Atticus whisper, “The fuck I was,” and have to hold back my laughter.
“Atticus, I told you I’d replace the boots,” I remind him.
“Not necessary. Damien and I have worked out a trade. He’s polishing all of my shoes and boots.”
“And I’m building muscles,” Damien cries,
flexing his arms. His actions cause a ruckus amongst all of the adults. I’m cracking up so hard, my stomach aches and I’m bent nearly in half.
“When does the nurse show up?” Destiny questions Piper and Atticus.
“She’s due to show up in an hour,” Atticus informs us. “Y’all all need to leave so she can get some shut-eye. Plus, other than the kid and the dog,” he sneers in Scooby’s direction, “y’all are all on my last nerve.” I find his statement about Scooby funny given that he chewed one of his boots, but whatever.
“I’ll get dinner started,” Destiny says.
“I’ll come help,” I reply. “C’mon, Damien, you can help us too.”
“I can work the can opener, I’m really good at that,” he proudly states.
“Then that’s what you’ll do,” Destiny agrees. He nods his head so rapidly he reminds me of one of those bobble head dolls.
“Come on, can boy, I’ll help ya,” Jonas tells him, grabbing his hand and escorting him to the kitchen.
Two days later
There’s a knock at the front door, and since I was vacuuming right here, I go ahead and answer. When I pull the door open, I’m surprised to see two men in suits with badges on their belts, which they’ve made sure I see. “May I help you, gentlemen?” I ask, already knowing these two are going to be jackasses by their postures.
“We’re looking for a Mrs. Robenstein,” the first cop raises his chin in the air as he announces this. Hmm...I think in my head I’m gonna call them jackass one and jackass two because they sure do remind me of the donkeys my grandmother used to have on her farm.
“You’ve found her. What can I help you with?” Just then I feel Jonas come up behind me and place his front where it’s plastered to my back.
“We need to speak with you about your husband, Sinclair Robenstein,” Jackass Two replies.
“What about him? I haven’t seen or heard from him in months. The last I knew he left for a business trip,” I state.
“We’re sorry to inform you but your husband has been found deceased,” Jackass One says.
“He’s dead? Oh my God. When? How?” I wonder if I could win an award for this performance, or if it’s a little over the top? When I feel Jonas’ hands squeeze my hips I know it’s time to stop laying it on so thick.
“It took us some time to inform you of his demise. He is still being autopsied, but we were finally able to identify him from his dental records.”
“When will I be able to bury him?” I question the two asses.
“Wouldn’t you like to know how he died first?” The second fucker asks me with his eyebrows raised at me like I’m the one who killed him.
“I presumed that since he was still being autopsied, you wouldn’t be aware of how he died yet. Is that not an accurate assumption?” My smart mouth is out to play. These two have sparked something inside of me that I can’t seem to hold back.
“Ma’am, we also have some questions regarding your husband’s, shall I say, extracurricular activities.” I don’t think I consider what he was doing to be as they are stating. I want to smack the shit out of them. At the same time, I need to act as if I have no idea what they’re talking about.
“Can you expand on what it is you’re talking about? My husband’s a businessman, he didn’t do anything ‘extracurricular’ that I’m aware of, sirs.” Now my hands are firmly planted on my hips with one side cocked. I can feel Jonas’ body shaking, and I know he’s chuckling quietly behind me.
“We’d prefer to discuss this downtown. You may know something about his dealings, but be unaware that you do.”
“Unless you’ve got a warrant, she’s not going anywhere with you. You notified her of her husband’s death. Give her the information she needs to know so she can make the final arrangements once the coroner has released his body,” Jonas states, his voice firm and unyielding. Take that, assholes! I’ve got a badass at my back and he’s not gonna let y’all fuck with me.
“Here, any further contact you need with Mrs. Robenstein, you can go through our attorney.” Silas comes from behind us and holds out a business card. Once they take it, he stands next to me, his arms crossed over his chest. “You may leave now,” he narrows his eyes at them when one goes to open his mouth and say something in return. Deciding that they’ve met their match, they turn and walk back down the walkway to their car.
“Well, that was fun,” I state rolling my eyes.
“Those two may be trouble,” Jonas announces.
“Agreed, we need to keep our eyes on them.” With that said, Silas leaves Jonas and I standing there watching them drive away.
“You really think they’ll be trouble?” I ask Jonas.
“Without a doubt,” he answers. With that out of the way, I lean up and kiss him under his jaw and get back to my house cleaning. I need something to keep my mind occupied and off that fact that I really don’t look well in orange or black stripes.
FIFTEEN
JONAS
Two months later
Piper has made leaps and bounds in her recovery. Raven and I spend almost day and night on the computer trying to track down the make and model of the car from the paint transfer that was found on Raven’s car.
“It shouldn’t be this fucking hard,” I mutter in frustration.
“Jonas? Aren’t there cameras we can access or something?” Raven questions. Well, fuck me running, they just installed new equipment in that area. There’s not only CCTV cams that are on the stop lights, but there’s also a bank ATM across the damn street.
“Hang on, beautiful, I think you may have given me a solution to our problem,” I state, my fingers flying over the keyboard so I can access the cameras I know the school security system uses. Once I get in, I input the date, time and location of the hit and run, then begin running the program.
Within minutes, the specifics I’m looking for begin playing on video. My heart nearly stops when I see the previously unknown vehicle come up behind Raven’s car at a high rate of speed before striking it hard enough to cause it to ‘fly’ as Damien calls it. I rewind the school video footage further and pick up the right colored vehicle I have been searching for and know is involved. I jot down the make and model of the vehicle and continue to scan the video for a license plate. Not able to get it there, I open another tab and begin searching the CCTV recordings. Knowing this will take a few minutes, I go back and review the school’s. After a few frustrating minutes, I’m able to glean a partial plate number. “Raven, can you go into the DMV database and run a search? Got the make and model, plus a partial license plate.”
“What if it’s stolen?” she questions.
“Doesn’t matter, we still need to run it,” I advise.
“Give it to me,” she says, opening up the DMV database. I quickly give her the information I’ve gleaned, and she gets the search running. “Who is Marcus Welch, Sr.?” she asks, “that’s who the vehicle is registered to based on what you gave me.”
“A dead motherfucker if he was the one driving,” I snap. Now I’m on a mission and I am finally able to access the complete files within the CCTV, this allows me to see into the front windshield. When I zoom in, I see a face that clicks something in the back of my mind, but I can’t place it. When she says the name Marcus Welch, I suddenly remember that Ralynn is dating someone with the same name, only there’s a Jr. at the end.
Instead of jumping to assumptions, I run a facial recognition program, knowing in my gut that the face and name of the registered owner of the car are going to be one and the same.
When the program finishes running, I announce, “You’re one dead motherfucker, asshole.” Raven turns around at the same time as I do, and she begins dancing in her chair.
“We got him!” she exclaims holding her hand up for a high five. Instead, I grab her wrist and pull her out of her chair and onto my lap.
“I wanna fuck you right here on top of my desk.” The way her face pinkens lets me know she’s onboard with my plan. “
Gonna be hard, fast and dirty, think you can handle it?”
Her answer is to stand up and shimmy out of her pants and panties, then bend over my desk. I unzip my jeans and only lower them past my hips, then I pull my dick out before I check to make sure she’s ready.
“You’re always ready for me,” I announce, running my finger through her slick folds before I smack her ass. She loves it when I tap that ass and ends up pushing back into me.
“Absolutely so you better get busy,” she sasses. Damn, I’m loving how she has come into her own. She fits in here like she’s been around all of our lives. With no warning, I thrust inside of her, causing us both to moan. I set a punishing pace, my hands gripping her hips so hard I know she’ll have a reminder of today on her body. Fuck, I love it when she wears my marks.
“You feel so fucking good, beautiful,” I grunt out, “so hot and tight. You were made for me.” I can feel tingles running down my spine so I reach around and start rolling her clit between my thumb and index finger. When I feel her pussy begin to flutter, I increase my pressure and am rewarded when she screams my name.
“Fuck, Raven,” I yell as I feel my release pour out of me. Leaning back, I see my cum dripping down her legs and it causes my dick to twitch. “I want you to wear me in your cunt and down your legs all day.” The thought of her wearing my scent makes the man in me beat my chest. I take my finger and run it through my drippings and rub it into her skin like she does her lotion.
Once our clothes are righted, we sit back down, and I grin when I see the sated look on her face. “I think I like fast and dirty,” she murmurs.
“Yeah, beautiful, me too.” I can’t help but let my mind wander to what other surfaces I can take her on.
“So now that we have this, what are we going to do?” She questions me and I can’t help but ponder if I’ve truly sated her if work comes to mind after I make her soar.
“Me and my brothers are going hunting.” Getting back into business mode, I answer her question knowing that her mind is going ninety to nothing.
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