And if Gregory believe her, I killed him. Castrated him first. And then he killed.
- I'll call the police. - I decided and watched Matise panic.
- Laura, is this really necessary? She took the kids out for ice cream! - Holt tried to hold my arm and I pulled away from him, aloof.
- I do not trust her!
- You and your problem with confidence! - He approached angry and Gary stepped between us.
- Look. - He asked, raising a strong hand to Holt with caution - I think it's best we all settle down.
- You do not tell me what to do! - Greg snarled through clenched teeth - and put that hand. - Concluded with a threatening growl.
- I just want to calm things down. - He defended himself, raising an eyebrow and making it clear that Baxter not intimidated in the least.
- We are all calm. - Gregory spoke and I gasped full of debauchery. He looked at me focus for a moment before turning to Zahner - And, by the way, what the hell are you doing here?
- Laura called me.
- Why did you call him?
- Because he's a friend! - I growled - And it does not take my son hiding to nowhere without talking to me!
- It has nothing to do with what's going on here.
- Do you really think it's time to urinate around me, Holt?
- Eleanor will answer the phone or will come back here at any time. And then I'll make it clear to her that next time you do something, I'll call the police, okay?
- And then she'll laugh and you look like a small child making tantrum. And you will keep doing everything you want, as ever. I already know this tango, Greg.
- Can you give me some credibility once?
- It would be nice if you stopped yelling at her. - Zahner interfered again and I thought Gregory was advancing on him with his fists.
- Ask him to go, Dom. - Asked firmly.
- He stays. - Challenged. The doorbell rang and my legs ran to the door before I could give them this order. - Tyler!
I slid my son in his arms and lifted into the air away from the old and rotten woman in an expensive wardrobe. She always wore discreet jewelry that would cost more than my apartment and now was no different. The dubious smile crossed me like a blade: she wanted to hurt me and knew I had succeeded.
- Good evening. Why all the commotion? - She asked, damn. I was on my knees, tucking my son's hair and making sure that there were no marks of fangs in his neck where that vampire could have hurt him.
- Are you alright? - I sighed.
He said yes and looked more frightened by my reaction than anything else.
Gregory was complaining with Eleanor and reproaching his behavior. He was wearing a firm tone and harsh words.
But it was not firm enough.
He was not rude enough.
Was her. It was always her.
It was she who blew it. She threatened to kill me. He threatened to kill my son. He laughed at me and challenged me to tell Gregory.
"Let's see who he believes."
I hated that woman more than I could explain. And see her there ... on the door of my house, watching my son ... after so many years of an uncontrollable hatred that I was forced to swallow and accept. See your calculating and cruel eyes, their nasty, petulant smile, his superiority posture.
I wanted to hurt her too. I do not know how, but something inside me has accumulated to explode. My body decided it was too much and I would not stand another second of those attacks. Assaults my moral, physical and emotional integrity. Eleanor reached what he wanted and went unscathed.
But not today.
I had gone to the station once that night and did not bother to repeat the trip, provided that serpent of hell were me.
- Do not touch my son! - Inched up to her with a fury that I have not even know. Zahner and Holt were holding me. Keeping me away from the old, while Marise watched in shock and two children widened eyes to my animalistic behavior.
Was her.
That daughter of poisonous bitch who had ruined my life. I resisted for years. I stifled the uncontrollable urge to squeeze his little neck full of pelancas and squeeze until the last remnants of life cursed wiped off his cold eyes.
others were years.
And now arrives.
- Did you hear me? DID YOU HEAR ME? You do not touch my son! You stay away from him for the rest of this life of shit!
She had her hand on his chest.
I hated that shit that pose. That act of elegant and restrained woman, severely outraged. I wanted to stick his hand in her face and to swallow all teeth.
- Sun! Calm!
I pushed and scratched the two men holding me and for a second, let me and threw a fierce hand against it. Eleanor took two steps back, fearing for their physical integrity and for the first time since I met you I saw the glimpse of fear in his eyes.
She was afraid of me.
And I loved it.
- Get out of my house! - Bellowed - Sai. Of mine. Home. - I took one of the glasses on the table and was ready to play in it, but Zahner was stronger than me and tore my precious weapon, took it out of my reach.
She inspired and I knew the expression: pernóstica disgusting want to offend me, but the fear was still in his eyes. I was more afraid of me than ganas to attack me.
- GO AWAY! - I shouted, uncontrolled - Get out of my life!
Zahner gave some instructions to Greg that I did not have discernment to understand, but unwillingly, Gregory seemed to be obeying. He gave a quick kiss on the head of Ty as Marise took Hyatt and together, they went out of my house leading to sent Satan with them.
Tyler seemed entranced. Zahner still had his arms around me, trying to calm me. But I only managed to catch his breath after my door was closed and Zahner assured me that they were gone.
***********
Zahner offered me another glass of water.
- I'll explode with so much water. - I could finally smile.
I was still cuddled with my son and did not intend to release him ever again.
Never.
I would take it with me wherever it was, like a kangaroo.
Gary was holding my hand and I soon realized that this was something that I had no intention of quitting.
- Thanks. - I exhaled, finally.
- Available. - She smiled careful.
There was a constancy that smile. Something permanent and unchangeable. As if it were the most straight person in the universe.
It was the smile of a person who has no bullshit or mincing words. If Gary wanted me to use Holt to put a bug in his office, it was exactly what he would say. If you wanted to use arguments to convince me, I would do everything possible to manipulate me, but always using unquestionable truths.
Zahner was not complex lies, elaborate narratives, ulterior motives or obscure pretexts. He did not act for unknown reasons operating in the shadows.
He knew what he wanted and told me exactly what it was. And more risky that his plan was it was still surprisingly comforting to have someone so real close.
A person so ... constant.
My life has been so unstable that I could not tell what it was like to have such a company. I only had two constant men in my life. My dad died. And Gregory ... Gregory was destroyed by life.
Gary ran a hand through my hair, putting the wires behind the ear and I did not know if he was flirting or just looking out for me. He smiled again and I realized that ... a very strange way ... I did not care which one it was.
- I thought you'd kill the old. - He admitted with wide eyes, serving a wine after I gave Tyler bath and put him in bed.
- You seem almost happy with the idea.
- I would save a lot of efforts in the investigation. - He laughed.
I had to laugh out loud with him.
Finally, a person who has fun with the idea of Eleanor dead as much as I do.
- Then you have to arrest me. - I remembered.
- I think I would consider public service and give you a m
edal.
I raised my glass in a toast that he followed excited.
- His name is Boe Wilson. - I warned, still feeling the taste of red wine on my tongue, quieting my troubled spirit - was the driver of Eleanor. A butler. She called security ... but he was not there such things as security. - I smiled, remembering the day we met - was another ...
- Does everything?
- Exactly. He was a trusted person of her. The highest confidence. He sure knows a lot.
- And there's evidence?
- You should not have ... but it must have many stories. I'm sure if you investigate each ...
- I have chances to find what I need.
- It was my plan.
- That was the person you wanted to contact?
- Himself. Gregory mentioned that spoke to him recently. I do not know how to find him, but if he no longer works for Eleanor ... must have been hiding in fear of it. He mentioned that it would.
- Boe Wilson. - Toyed with the name as if the syllables amused his tongue - It's a good plan.
- Thanks.
***********
I pushed the elevator door rushed and rang the bell.
I had seen Laura angry before. I had seen Laura furious.
But never like this.
She seemed to have stamped on his forehead murder.
Eleanor wanted to convince me that did not do anything too, but contrary to what Thoen insists, I'm not stupid.
She made some satanic alliance with Elizabeth and was, no doubt, on a crusade to destroy my relationship with Don.
My potential relationship with Don.
I gasped exaggeratedly as the seconds passed until the door finally opened.
Zahner had a towel slung over his shoulder, as if washing the dishes, and a glass of wine in hand.
- Mr. Baxter. - Greeted.
- Oh, hello ... - swallow dry - I do not remember his name.
But I remembered ... remembered perfectly.
- Gareth. Zahner. - Drank the last sip of wine and placed the cup in any place before offering my hand. I squeezed with indifference.
- I came to see Laura. - I pointed to the interior of the apartment - If you do not mind.
- She was already sleeping. - He explained casually and wanted to pull him by the shirt collar out of her house.
- I want to talk to her yet. - I stepped forward.
- I'm sorry. - Closed my way. He was the same height as me and a cocky smile on his face that irritated me deeply - I do not think cool let people into the house of others without your permission. And I think Dom did not approve. - He stared - Considering how she acted today ...
- Lord Zahner. - Bit my lip - Gary. - I added - We have not met, so I think that some important issues are made.
He laughed as if he found me funny.
We both were not going to get along and I did not need much time to notice it.
- I do not know who you are, or how he met Laura. But she and I have a story you know. Tyler is my son. I'm not a stranger any and believe me, I have much more access to this home than you.
- Why did not you use your key, then? - He winked, cynical.
He has the key?
He has the key Laura home.
I found myself remembering the moment Odele arrived with Hyatt. I thought he was and wanted to open the door to make it clear who was what in that scenario.
But there I was: on the wrong side of the door.
Laura words crackled around me tightly:
Maybe you can go back to being the man I loved.
But today, you're not that man.
And who is this man, Dom? It would be Zahner?
***********
- I do not care what my grandson said, do as I told you. That. Exactly. That's what I want. In all newspapers and magazines, do not care. Just do the photo be seen. Place a mention on the first page if you can.
I hung up the phone, intertwining my fingers.
That bitch.
She had a hypnotic effect on Gregory and all he had to do was show that he should depart from and questioned all my attitudes.
But what was at stake was now much higher.
She came back in town accompanied by an Interpol agent posing as civilian at the same time that Baxter Inc. goes through a severe audit.
AND very severe.
could not be coincidence.
Laura had been a problem in my life for too long. And if I could not do Gregory away from her, she would have to make her want to get away from Gregory.
And I knew exactly how to achieve this.
***********
- I just think you need to relax. - Gary winked before opening the fridge helping me pack purchases.
- And the way to do this is to drink a wine with you?
- And let me cook. - He added with a smile.
If I had to explain to someone, I would say it started with the hug when Eleanor vanished with Ty. Zahner arrived and I hugged him. And that was when it started. A week of looks and touches that almost marked the beginning of something but were never completely definitive.
He praised me subtly, but never full of hypocrisy and lust as did the men who only wanted to fuck me. Gary was friendly, it was refreshing.
- That would not be unprofessional on your part?
- Sun, I asked for favors to friends in all government sectors to start a witch hunt against Baxter Inc, just to help an old friend. All this is unprofessional on my part.
Honest.
Always honest.
Even when it is wrong.
The days passed leaving us closer together. He became a good company to Ty and a good friend to me. Always say a word of comfort at the right time and made me laugh just when I needed. It was uncomplicated.
Every drop of rationality that I had the body warned me that Zahner was a more reasonable option, if only to distract me and make me gather strength. Every bit of my brain agreed that any option was better than Gregory.
He had changed. He was a different man. I was just looking at Zahner to remember as a reliable man could be.
And that's what I did: looking enough to Zahner whenever Gregory approached, trying to slap my heart and convince you to listen to the voice of reason.
But he did not listen. And all I needed was to feel the smell of Holt to my legs tremble and my heart explode. I was so much in love with that man who came to be pathetic. I knew I could not go back, but all I wanted was to do just that.
- I'm not asking you to appear naked, Laura. - He laughed - It's just a wine and an edible meal.
- I thought we both did not get on well. - I narrowed my eyes.
- Oh, you were wrong. - We found - We get along very well.
I laughed at her simplicity.
- Why the sudden interest?
- Sudden? I would not say that is sudden.
- Gary ....
- I make a deal with you. - He had a beautiful smile. Not so beautiful when Greg, but ... beautiful in its own way - Do you take this measly dinner and I'll tell you.
I licked his lips considering Zahner and opened his arms gently encouraging me to accept.
- All right, Gary. - Smiles - But you cook.
***********
Laura had chocolate covering hardened nipples that I stuck in the mouth, sweet tooth. Washing the sweet of your skin with my saliva. I felt tense as she nursed feeling those tight spots on her breasts rolled on my tongue.
His hand stroked my erection unpretentiously unhurried. We had all the time in the world.
I licked his ribs, scraping my nose to her stomach. His black eyes were fixed on me, daring me to lick ever lower.
It would be the perfect time if it were not that strong feeling that someone was watching us. I had someone there who did not want us to stay together.
"Ask him to leave, Don, please."
She scratched my chin and I did not know if it was a show of affection or rancor.
"He is" decided.
And then, it was not I who
was in bed with her. It was him. Zahner was who washed the saliva and tried the chocolate her hardened nipples. It was he who nursed and was his mouth that filled her with pleasure. I saw shaven barely scraping the flesh of her breasts, while Dom opened his mouth in a silent scream of ecstasy. He was smiling, blowing her soft skin and making her shiver. The chill is mirrored in my body, but for other reasons: a fear of chill. A loss of chill.
I stuck my fingers in my ears trying not to hear her moan, but nothing could ward off the sound and Laura was screaming with lust as he penetrated voraciously. And I? There was no place where I could turn around, each corner held over a bed with another Laura being fucked by another Zahner.
I woke up exhausted.
That's ...
I spent two beautiful weeks cooking in jealousy.
Found Laura or my son a few times and Zahner was always present. Peeking. Tyler lifting the arms in a playful gesture or putting a protective hand on Laura's shoulder. I had to take a deep breath and force a smile.
And Thoen ... Either she did not notice my discomfort, or was more dazzled by the coquettish smile of his new friend than with my disorder.
And my agitation grew. And grew. And grew some more. The most adorable novelty were the nightmares: with Zahner running along the beach, playing frisbee with Ty, or having hot times raucous, sweaty and passionate with Laura I was always required to attend.
My sleeping hours, which were already poor, became pathetic and I was increasing my dose of tranquilizers without medical advice for amounts more and more exaggerated.
But considering the other events around me ... Zahner was the least of the difficulties. Andrew Conaughy sent me a list of all the documents and procedures that Eleanor had kept in the shadows, out of my reach or asked to be treated as confidential and I would read, analyze and verify each methodically and flawlessly. But it would have to do it alone ... I could not trust anyone else, especially since the goal was that my dear grandmother even suspected my conduct.
If she had done anything remotely wrong I would find out and crucify it. Enough to play this role of good guy who just did fuck me.
To make matters worse, the fact that my request the press had also been completely ignored did not help my situation, and my photos Laura leaving handcuffed restaurant had created a delicate situation to deal with. Were articles mentioning details of gross indecency with witness interviews, police and information to a particular matter containing a picture of a used condom on the bathroom floor restaurant ... condom I, by the way, had even used .. . let alone play on the floor with sperm remains demonstrating not have the slightest respect for standards of public hygiene as the journalist had made a point of emphasis.
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