Truth Revealed (Confession Duet Book 2)

by KD Robichaux

  When he finally nods, I take his hand limp at his hip and wrap it around the handle of the steak knife still skewering his cock. I stand up and look over to Vi. “Baby girl, time to use your author skills. Go type out our good friend Alan here a suicide note. His computer is in the living room.”

  She nods and turns to do what I ordered, but stops to eye me carefully. “Promise you won’t kill him while I’m gone?”

  I can’t help but grin at her. “I promise, baby girl. Oh, grab a set of gloves out of my backpack in the hallway. Leave no evidence.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replies with a small smile on her lips, and if I didn’t have an eyeful of fileted dick in front of me, the suggestive look in her eyes would’ve given me a hard-on.

  A few minutes later, Vi returns with a sheet of paper. I look over her words, reading the note that says everything we discussed, and shove it beneath Alan as if he placed it there before hopping up on the sink to kill himself. With the drugs in his system, it could be explained that they made him do crazy shit.

  “One last thing,” I add, looking to Vi. “Baby, would you mind? My hands are all bloody and your gloves are still clean.” She glances at me questioningly. “In my backpack, there’s a kit inside the front pocket. Grab it for me please, and then go get me a spoon out of his kitchen.”

  “Okay,” she drawls, doing as I asked.

  When she comes back, I tell her, “Place the spoon on the vanity next to him and open the kit. Take out the lighter, the little envelope, and the empty syringe, and set it next to spoon, and then grab that syringe on the floor there and put it up there too.” I watch her carry out my instructions, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Good girl. Grab his cell phone there on the back of the toilet and put it on the opposite side of his body to the black tar heroin we just offered him as a party favor.”

  “Corb—”

  “Uh, uh, uh, baby girl. I’m keeping my promise. I’m not going to kill him. And even better, I’m giving him a choice.” I turn to Alan one last time. “Option A: Do what we discussed. Use your cell to call 911, and then live out your days in jail as a eunuch. Option B: There’s enough of one of your old favorites in that envelope to put you out of all our misery. The choice is yours, just make it quick if you go with A. You’ll bleed out pretty soon.” I turn to Vi. “Hmm, I guess there’s an Option C,” I joke, pulling off my gloves, turning them inside out to keep the blood from dripping.

  I bend down outside the door to grab a baggie from inside my backpack, dropping the gloves inside before zipping it up. I yank off my hood, turning it inside out as well. I’ll be burning all of this, the gloves, the clothes I’m wearing. Even the hood. And with it, we’ll be setting fire to the memory of what Alan did to my wife, hoping to turn it to ash that will blow away, never to return. “Turn the knob for me, baby girl. It’s time to go,” I tell her, and she moves around me to the door. I lace my arms through the straps of my backpack and take one last glance at Alan’s pathetic form on top of his sink.

  And I sigh in relief as I see him reach for the spoon.

  One month later…

  “OH GOD!” I scream as Corbin pounds into me from behind, making me come for the fourth time tonight. I’m blindfolded, strapped to a spanking horse—similar to a sawhorse that’s been padded and wrapped in leather—our combined juices dripping down my legs as they tremble. If it weren’t for the bench beneath me, I would’ve collapsed a half hour ago.

  Finally, he roars behind me, emptying himself into me before covering my back with his muscular chest, kissing my neck.

  Suddenly, with him still inside me, I feel something cool link around my throat. My hands are tied, so I can’t reach up to feel what it is. He pulls out of me gently, and then his hands are at my ankles, unlocking them from the spanking horse. He comes around to my head and unties my wrists from the front of the bench before wrapping a robe around me, its familiar silky texture draping over my skin.

  He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me over to our aftercare chair, and once I’m cradled there against his chest, he finally removes the blindfold. I blink, trying to make my eyes adjust after being in the pitch-black for over an hour while he brought my body to heights I’ve never reached before.

  My hands find the jewelry at my throat, and I feel it until I reach a tiny lock, and tears fill my eyes. “You collared me?” I breathe, staring into those mesmerizing chocolate eyes I’ll get to look into for the rest of my life.

  “I did, and if you’ll let me…” He reaches behind me and grabs something off the table that sits beside the leather chair. “Vi, will you marry me… again?” He smiles, opening the box showcasing the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. “I know I made a big deal out of our engagement the first time, but this time… I just wanted it to be us and—”

  “Yes!” I cry, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him close to kiss him fiercely. When I finally let him go, he gives me the smile that never fails to make me melt.

  “I love you, baby girl,” he tells me, and I can see he means it with every fiber of his being.

  “I love you too, Sir,” I reply impishly, giggling when he tickles my side. When his hands settle around me once again, I nuzzle my forehead into his neck, looking down at the gorgeous ring on my finger. “I wonder what people would think if I wrote our story, published it as one of my books.”

  He chuckles, kissing the top of my head. “Do it. It’s not like anyone would figure out it was based on a true story. Looking back at the last thirteen years, who could make this shit up?”

  I smile, tilting my head back to look up into his perfect face. “Very true. And I know at least my VB Lowe’s Lovelies would love it,” I say, talking about my reader group on Facebook.

  “Why is that?” he prompts, kissing the tip of my nose.

  “Because… it would have hot sex and a happily ever after. As long as I give them that, they’re happy girls.” I smile.

  “What about you?” he asks, tracing my jawline and sending chills throughout my body.

  “Hmm?” I close my eyes, leaning in to his touch.

  “Is that all I need to make you happy? Hot sex and a happily ever after?” he clarifies, leaning forward to kiss up the column of my neck.

  “As long as that happily ever after includes spending the rest of my life with you, then that’s exactly right,” I breathe, as he trails his fingers down my sternum then moves to cup my breast.

  “Confession time?” he whispers when he reaches my ear, and I blink my eyes open, knowing he only says that when he’s about to tell me something important.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “That’s all I need too, but I want that happily ever after to include one more thing, maybe two. Three max,” he says, and my brow furrows in confusion. “But the first one has to be a boy. That’s an order.”

  As I realize the meaning behind his words, my eyes immediately fill back up with tears, but my face splits in a smile so wide it almost hurts.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The End

  I was on lots of pain meds after my surgery when I wrote the acknowledgements for book 1, Before the Lie, and I left out two very important people. Stacia, thank you for all the help you’ve given me since my very first book. You can catch a continuity issue like no other, and I love you for it! That goes for this book too! And John White, thank you for helping me remember all of our climbing lingo. It had been fourteen years since I’d been on a wall, and you not only jogged all those awesome memories, but had me dying laughing with all your jokes. You’re a punny guy! ;-)

  My sisterwife, Sierra, although I couldn’t swing your character coming back from Hawaii to be the one to off Alan, thank you for being there for me 24/7 and for our hours-long FaceTime calls. I live for those and our bathtub snaps, even though our tub addiction will one day get us killed. #ourpoortoes #deathbybubblebath

  Laura, now that I have you not five minutes away, I’ll never be able to survive without you again. I hope Logan knows I only
set y’all up so I could have you closer. (Just kidding, Logie. Love you!) Our brainstorm at Dunn Bros saved this book. Sorry (not sorry) I made you cry. A lot.

  Crystal Burnette and JM Walker, who knew a duet with such a dark and ugly undertone could spark such bright and beautiful friendships? I’m so happy to have grown so close to the two of you through writing and sharing this story with y’all. I couldn’t have gotten through Chapter 16 without you.

  Jo Webb, my favorite Brit. Your encouragement and enthusiasm over Corbin and Vi’s tale is unmatched. You’re irreplaceable.

  Aurora Rose Reynolds, I stole your hubby’s name for my favorite character in this story, Dr. Neil Walker. When I thought, “I need a dude’s name, a strong yet caring man who would do anything to help those he cares about,” I automatically thought of y’all. My favorite couple in all the land. Thank you for your unwavering support. Love you!

  My Hot Tree babes, Becky, Franci (my PA Extraordinaire), Barb, Rebecca, Mandy, and Tina. I cannot WAIT until Atlanta, when I’ll have almost all of my favorite girls in one place for one giant group tackle hug of epic proportions! Thank you for all your hard work on my duet!

  Cassy Roop and Golden Czermak, thanks again for being my dream team! And Matthew Hosea, for being the face of one of my favorite voices in my head, Corbin.

  Thank you, Shannon Rutherford, for your brilliant nurse brain. That ending was so important to me to get right, and I couldn’t have done it without your help!

  KD-Rob’s Mob, thank you to every single one of y’all for cheering me on. I hope this was worth the wait!

  Last but not least, my wonderful hubby and our sweet girls. Thank you for letting me write. It’s a dream come true.

  I’ve truly gotten my happily ever after.