The Executioner: A Love Story

by Melissa Silvey

  “Sam Clark,” Ari whispered, and then regretted it. But she felt so good with Vince’s mouth on her stomach and Jordan’s tongue inside her it just slipped out.

  “He’s gorgeous, but he doesn’t go for guys,” Vince chuckled. “I know, I’ve tried.”

  “Selena,” Jordan whispered. Arianna laughed.

  “You two can do Selena,” Vince said as he moved his tongue toward her nipple.

  “You really wouldn’t care,” Ari sounded disappointed. But Vince stuck his tongue out and lapped at her nipples until she wanted to cry out, but didn’t.

  “Whatever makes you two happy makes me happy,” Vince insisted. “Now bite the pillow princess, you’re going to need it.” She didn’t understand what he meant until she had the pillow in her mouth and he bit her nipple hard. The pillow muffled her cries.

  She thrust into Jordan, who nearly lost his mind when she did. He couldn’t get undressed fast enough.

  “Why did you do that,” she panted when Vince stopped.

  “For mentioning Sam Clark,” he taunted. And then he stood up and undressed with Jordan. “When you have two hot, sexy studs who are both just dying to fuck you.” She gazed at both of them, both cocks hard and straining and twitching. “Or maybe we could just take care of each other,” he teased as he reached out to touch Jordan’s stomach.

  Jordan watched Ari’s reaction as she cried out, “No!”

  “Shhhh, princess, your mom’s on the other side of the wall,” Vince whispered as they joined her again in bed. Vince was on one side, and Jordan was on the other, and they each found a nipple. “Put the pillow back in your mouth.”

  She watched in fascination as they both encircled her nipples with their tongues. Vince leaned forward and his tongue touched Jordan’s. The nerve endings between Ari’s legs felt a shock, and then it spread up her tummy and to both her nipples. They both became harder still. She took his hand and moved it to the nipple he’d left alone.

  When he found it his other hand decided to find the other spot that tingled, as if he knew. His fingers found her wetness and lunged inside. Surprisingly, he didn’t kiss her. He lifted his chin and shoved Jordan away from her skin, and then his tongue plunged inside his mouth. He felt the contraction deep within Ari’s body, and he moaned.

  “Move up here,” he ordered, and Jordan climbed up onto his knees. Then the head of his shaft was on Vince’s lips. They parted, and he licked the moisture Ari could see coming out of the small hole at the top.

  “Do a good job on Ari’s cunt, and I’ll do a good job on you,” Vince offered.

  The anticipation she felt when he said it was nearly as good as the sensation of Jordan’s tongue on her stomach, moving its way downward. And then she felt Jordan’s tongue against Vince’s fingers, finding that button buried between her lips.

  She moaned deeply as the muscles contracted again. “Good, keep it up,” Vince moaned as he took the head of Jordan’s cock in his mouth. Arianna’s eyes grew wide as she took in every move of Vince’s mouth and tongue and head. He turned toward her and winked. “Don’t worry I’ll teach you how to do this too,” he said as he pulled away, but only briefly. Next Vince’s tongue went down until Jordan’s sac was against it.

  Instinct took over, and she grabbed both men’s shaft and rubbed them as she’d learned they liked. Jordan shuddered with the overpowering sensations.

  Vince growled when her hand touched him. He wanted to wait, wanted the other two to be passionately delirious before he got close to climax. But Ari the minx was a quick study. She knew how and where to touch to light his fire. He took Jordan’s head again into his mouth, and felt Ari’s hand bump against his lips as she pumped his shaft. Vince shoved another finger into Ari, and Jordan’s mouth sucked Ari’s lips inside.

  Ari’s hips thrust wildly, and Jordan’s hand went to Vince’s hair to hold him there. That was Vince’s trigger, and he grabbed Ari’s hand and clenched it tighter around him, forcing her to move faster.

  Ari bit the pillow harder, and her moans still filled Vince’s ears as she came. He could feel it happen from the inside; her tight little hole squeezed his fingers, and then released, followed by convulsions that consumed her body.

  Then Jordan’s orgasm filled his mouth, hot and salty and so thick he nearly choked as he swallowed. Once the other two had found their climax, Vince allowed himself to cum as well, in Ari’s hand and all over his stomach. Jordan collapsed onto the others, his head resting on Vince’s hip.

  Ari pulled the pillow away and gasped for breath. Her eyes found Vince’s immediately. He wanted to determine her response. He wasn’t ashamed, wasn’t hiding. This was him, she knew, all of him. He trusted her, and loved her, enough to show her every side of him. Her eyes melted with elation, bliss, and unbounded love.

  She truly was his other half, he realized. She was meant for him. “I’m so glad you didn’t wait to tell me, Jordan; because that was out of this world. How else can we do it?” Arianna wondered as she held Vince’s gaze.

  “I just came all over myself princess,” Vince said with a smirk. “Give me at least five minutes and I’ll show you.”

  “Okay, five minutes,” Ari allowed. Jordan groaned loudly and cuddled against Ari’s body.

  “I love you,” Vince mouthed the words, for only Ari to see.

  “I love you too,” Ari replied in kind. Vince’s heart burned for the beautiful girl.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Five days after Arianna was released from jail Vince’s life had almost returned to normal, except he spent every night in bed with two young and beautiful people. He started to feel his age, and it didn’t help that his arm hadn’t fully healed. But when he returned to the doctor he was told he could begin with some light exercise, and jogging was allowed. So the next morning he dressed in his jogging clothes and headed out alone.

  When he climbed out of bed Arianna was still asleep facing Jordan, and he held her tightly against his chest. Jordan watched Vince dress but remained silent. He did, however, raise his finger to his lips to implore Vince to be quiet. They allowed Ari to sleep as late as she wanted, and stayed up late with her. She didn’t take going to jail as well as she tried to put on. She wanted Jordan to dig into the life of a guard who looked at her wrong. She wanted Vince to quit his job because of the way the FBI had treated her. And she cried sometimes half the night as she remembered all the names the other inmates screamed out to her as she left.

  Vince felt exhausted, mentally and physically. His convalescence leave ended that day, and he almost wanted to walk in to Colonel White’s office and hand in his badge and gun. Not just because Arianna wanted him to, but because he felt betrayed by the bureau as well. But he knew he couldn’t. He had too many unanswered questions. He would throw out feelers to some of his friends in the private sector, to find out if anyone wanted to hire him… eventually.

  Jordan doted on Arianna, babied her, and waited on her hand and foot. Vince wondered how long Ari would last before she got tired of it and lashed out. They both tried to give her whatever she wanted – Vince even thought about propositioning Sam Clark if that would make her happy – everything except allowing her to leave the apartment.

  Ari wanted to take her mom sight-seeing. She had cabin fever bad. She’d been on the run for her life, in jail, and now on home confinement, and she hated it. But the protests in the city didn’t dissipate like Arianna predicted they would, they just got worse. Almost a hundred sex offenders had been killed, even more put in the hospital. Some city police departments were so overwhelmed they were reluctant to investigate the murders. Some of the dead or injured had so many victims it was impossible to figure out who exactly had motive.

  The media were everywhere, which made it nearly impossible for Vince to do anything under the radar. He wanted to investigate the Secretary’s murder on his own, but he’d had no luck. He didn’t feel trapped by the situation, yet… but he was close. He couldn’t imagine how Ari felt.

  He thought m
aybe that had something to do with him running at the mall, on the same path he knew Selena would take. And when she saw him running toward her she had to stop.

  “Is your arm better?” Selena could sound like a real human being at times, but Vince knew it was just an act.

  “A little,” he said as he breathed deeply. “I’ll be fine.”

  “How’s your girl?” It didn’t take long for the real Selena to come out. Those green eyes of hers flashed with jealousy.

  “Arianna is fine,” Vince corrected her. “Who killed the Secretary?” He would ask, and keep asking, until he found the person that lied to him.

  “If I thought someone had murdered her, they’d be in jail by now,” Selena snarled. “The coroner ruled it a suicide; I’m leaving it at that.” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. “You think someone killed her?”

  “I don’t know,” Vince shrugged. “But I don’t think Margo Tremblay was the type of woman who would go down without a fight.”

  “Keep your girl out of the public eye. Take her to a deserted island for about a year and keep her there. Local cops are screwed, and it’s only getting worse. The AG is catching ten different kinds of hell.”

  Vince knew when she was upset, and this whole mess with the Secretary and Arianna tormented her. Vince would be happy if the shit wasn’t hitting his fan too.

  “This has got to get better, right?” Selena asked as she took off running again. Vince wasn’t sure it would.

  Jordan flipped pancakes at the stove as Vince returned to the apartment. “Ari’s favorite,” he stated with a shrug.

  “You’re going to have to stop babying her eventually,” he sighed. But he tiptoed around the bedroom as he headed to the shower. She turned over onto her side, though, when she heard him open the closet. Jordan was kind enough to let Vince invade his home, but Ari still kept her things in her apartment, mostly.

  “Jordan is making you pancakes,” Vince grinned as he climbed into the bed beside his love. “You look beautiful in the morning, by the way.” He kissed her lovingly, but when she wrapped her arms around his waist, and her hands found his ass, he moaned. She turned him on so easily, with her slightest touch she could kindle a fire inside him. His lungs burned as his mouth moved to her breasts. Her hands moved to his hair and he felt like he was suffocating; all the air was gone from the room.

  “Pancakes are ready,” Jordan yelled out from the kitchen. Ari giggled, kissed the top of his head, and rolled off the bed. She strode into the kitchen butt-naked and proud of it. She even looked back at him and smiled from the door.

  He didn’t mind, though, he needed to shower and dress. He had to be at work today, whether he wanted to be or not.

  As soon as he sat down at his desk his phone rang. He knew who it was and why he called. He was supposed to check in with Kang, but he decided to wait for a while, to see if White called him in. And he did.

  “The Secretary of Homeland Security has called to request your presence,” White said when Vince sat down across from him.

  “Should I have a lawyer present?” Vince didn’t trust anyone, except Arianna and Jordan.

  “Nothing like that,” White sighed. “But I can’t talk about it.”

  “Can I ask you a question before I go?” Vince stared him right in his black eyes. “Who killed Margo Tremblay?”

  “What the hell, Argento? Do you think she was murdered?” White became agitated. “She killed herself, Vince. Don’t go making more out of this than there is.” So, White didn’t know anything either. He thought about it as he drove toward the offices of Homeland Security. Maybe the shame was just too much. Maybe what she’d done, what her husband had done and she helped him cover up, were so terrible she couldn’t lie her way out of it. Perhaps her powerful friends had abandoned her. Any number of reasons could have caused her to snap.

  An intern led him to a waiting area where Jordan sat attached to his tablet. “Well this can’t be good,” Vince exhaled loudly. Jordan didn’t answer. He didn’t respond except to shake his head slightly. Vince knew what he meant. The room was bugged, maybe even had cameras watching them. Vince didn’t say all the curse words he thought.

  They didn’t have to wait long before the intern retrieved them and led them to Secretary Dutton’s office. Jordan walked tall with his chin up beside Vince. Vince would make sure to kiss him for it later.

  The Secretary shook hands with both men, and studied both of them. They were used to those looks from Ari, and now Charlotte examined them the same way. Vince was sure Ari’s mother was looking for reasons not to like them, but found none. Dutton, on the other hand, didn’t seem to find much reason to like either of them.

  “Special Agent Vincenzo Argento, you’ve been a busy man,” the more mature but still attractive man stated as he stared at Argento’s file. “You carry more decorations than a Christmas tree. You’ve been commended by two Presidents. And yet you seem to have a problem keeping your dick in your pants. You’ve been cited for inappropriate relationships twice: once with a commanding officer while you were a Marine and another with a lawyer who defended a suspect that you brought in.” Dutton’s faded blue eyes narrowed, which brought his grey eyebrows into the center of his nose.

  “Yes, sir.” Vince could do nothing but agree. It was all true.

  “At least we don’t have that problem with you, Agent Stewart. But you have no real life experience. You never played sports; you weren’t even in the high school band. You have limited social skills, and you believe your computer is your friend.” Dutton didn’t sugar coat anything, that was for sure.

  “Sir, I know the difference between a computer and a friend,” Jordan stated. He caught a glimpse of Vince out of the corner of his eyes. Dutton noticed.

  “You’re having a sexual relationship, and have included Arianna Becker in your little fling,” Dutton lambasted the two men. “Becker was a suspect in several murders. I don’t need to tell both of you how bad this looks.”

  Jordan opened his mouth to speak, but Vince merely flicked his wrist and Jordan stopped. “No, sir, you don’t,” Vince answered.

  “But that is also why I would like to offer the two of you, and Arianna, a special assignment. It is an experiment at this stage. The internet has brought about a need for this task force. And we know what Arianna did for Margo Tremblay. We know we can’t prove it, but we know that she did it.” Dutton had Vince from special assignment. Would they be hunting down the Secretary’s killer?

  “In recent times we have had situations where Americans have been accused of heinous sexual crimes in other countries. We even have sex offenders flee the US and find countries where the laws of consent are more relaxed. Not to mention Americans who have raped women in other countries.” Vince and Jordan turned to glance at each other. This was something the three of them would definitely be interested in.

  “We need an international task force to hunt down those offenders, the ones that contemn the laws of our country and other countries as well.” Dutton paused there and scrutinized their reactions.

  “We would need to speak to Arianna,” Vince said after several moments.

  “So basically we would be international bounty hunters for sex offenders,” Jordan surmised.

  “Yes, Jordan, exactly,” Dutton nodded. “Well, Arianna and Vince would be. You would be here in your little office keeping point. We can’t leave your work unattended, or risk the chance of you getting killed in the field.”

  Vince and Jordan nodded at each other. Vince couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do at the time. It would get Arianna out of the country, and continue her work.

  “I just have one question,” Vince stated unemotionally. “Who killed Margo Tremblay?”

  “Margo Tremblay killed herself, Vince,” Dutton said calmly. “The evidence points to the fact. The medical examiner did every test twice. There will be no murder investigation.” Dutton was telling the truth.

  But Jordan? Jordan flinched. It was a s
mall movement. When Vince asked the question Jordan shuffled in his seat. Minutely. Dutton didn’t even notice, but Vince did. He said nothing. But he would question it later.

  “Yes, you’re completely right sir,” Vince nodded. “We’ll discuss your offer with Arianna, I’m sure she’ll accept.” And then he stood. “Thank you for your time, Secretary Dutton, and thank you for considering us for this unique opportunity.”

  “I’m sure I won’t be disappointed,” Dutton remarked. He shook hands with both men, handed Vince his card, then walked them to the door.

  “This will be just what Ari needs,” Jordan said as they walked toward the front of the building.

  “I agree, you’re right,” Vince nodded. He needed to think of something to say that wasn’t why did you have Margo Tremblay killed. And it took him a minute to think of something. “So will you be okay staying in the States while Ari and I travel the globe?”

  “That will be hard, but I’m sure you two will be fine. And you’ll come back home to me, won’t you?” The hopefulness in his voice touched something deep inside Vince. But he didn’t want to be touched. He was angry, damn it all. And he was going to have it out with him when they got home. And then he smirked at that thought. Home. He finally had one.

  “Of course,” Vince said as he grabbed Jordan’s shoulder. “I’ll meet you at home.”

  The thought would not go away. It festered in his mind. It spread and moldered, spoiling his mood and his emotions. It was nurtured by his mistrust, fed by his doubt. Vince knew that Jordan killed Margo Tremblay, as well as he knew that Jordan loved and would do anything for Arianna and himself. Vince knew his devotion to Arianna caused him to do it. He knew he felt he had no other choice. The Secretary wanted Ari to kill Jordan. The Secretary arranged to have Vince shot. And Arianna wouldn’t be free until she was dead.