She pulled my hair to get my attention so I left off enjoying the sweet taste of her juices to climb back up her body.
"Tell me what you want baby." I pressed the hardness of my cock against her wet pussy letting her feel my need for her.
"You, I want you." She reached up and pulled my mouth down to hers sucking her own essence from my tongue as I led my cock into her with my hand. When I was all in I held still for the barest of seconds before giving her what she wanted. I kept a tight rein on my own lust; fighting not to give in to the need to thrust harder, go deeper. This was about her after all, and she needed her man to be soft and caring at a time like this. I rose up on my elbows so I could look down into her eyes as I stroked in and out of her while holding her precious face in my hands.
"Is this what you wanted?" I went deep and ground my hips into hers letting her feel what she did to me even in times of turmoil.
"Yes more...please Roman I need more."
She wrapped her legs around my back opening herself even farther to me. Her grip on my cock intensified as she sucked at me with her inner muscles trying to draw the cum out of me before I was ready. I bit down on her neck and she squeezed me inside her as her juices flowed once more warming my cock until all I wanted was to stay in her forever.
Her sharp nails dug into me next but still I didn't speed up, instead I took her lips once more as I felt myself getting close. She moved faster beneath me as her cries rang out and I finally lost it, emptying myself into her while she cried. This time they tears of pleasure.
"Look at me baby." Se opened her eyes at the sound of my voice. Her eyes having lost some of their sadness were bright and questioning.
"I love you...always."
She smiled and pulled my head down.
"And I you Roman, always."
Chapter 31
The next few days were chaotic. I wasn't quite sure what had been done to the ambassador. Uncle Marcus just kept shaking his head no with a 'later' each time I even looked like I was about to broach the subject, so I left it alone for now and concentrated on my girl. There was a lot of shit to do in a murder investigation. Add the fact that it was a crime that had been committed almost fifteen years ago and the main suspect was a law enforcement officer and you had a shit storm. I knew now that my dream of keeping her out of it was just that, a dream. I did draw the line at asshole investigators who seemed to be missing the common sense gene though.
“Are you fuck stupid or is this some text book routine? How the fuck is she supposed to remember something that happened when she was a baby? Something she didn't even know had happened until a few days ago?“
“Roman...”
“No baby this is bullshit. Look you've asked her the same questions over and over again for the past half hour. She keeps telling you she doesn't know move the fuck on or get the fuck out.”
“Sir it's my job to try to ferret out every kernel of memory...”
“Yeah? Well it's my job to see she doesn't get any more traumatized by this shit than she already is. She's not the criminal here go grill the fucker you have in the county lockup or wherever the fuck he is. Go to the people in the neighborhood who might actually know something. She just dug her mother out the ground what the fuck?“ Vicki for some strange reason was looking at me like she wanted to laugh.
“What?“
“You're nuts. Go ahead detective, but as my fiancée so eloquently put it I don't really know much of anything. I can barely remember that night, the night she left and...” She started to shake and that was it for me.
“That's it get the fuck out.“
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew I was being irrational but I couldn't help it. I didn't really give a fuck what they did at this late date they should've done something about his murdering ass years ago. There wasn't much she could get from this now was there? The detective to say the least wasn't too happy with my attitude and I wasn't too torn up about it. As long as he left her alone I could give a fuck.
Mom was making funeral arrangements for as soon as the remains were released and who knew when the fuck that was going to be. My problem was getting Victoria-Lynn through the rest of this without her losing her shit. Crafton was still in the hospital and I was waiting for one of those fucks to come questioning me about why he was half dead, but uncle said not to worry he'd taken care of it. Shit if I knew he was taking care of that shit I would've ended the fuck.
There were still a lot of loose ends, like Stephen Crafton and his part in this whole sordid mess. So I asked uncle what the hell was being done after the jackass detective had left.
“Crafton's been picked up. There was no way to keep all of this out of the public so yeah. They still don't know that we know about the hunting game and we're keeping the ambassador on ice until we're ready to move forward with that.”
“So what's he been picked up for?“
“His part in the cover up of the murder. My people are going through his place as we speak trying to find any evidence and any other names that we haven't been aware of as yet. This shit is gonna take a long time to clean up guys.”
He looked around the table at my family who was gathered there all in support of my girl. Mom had ahold of her hand while she sat snuggled in my lap with her head on my chest. I don't even want to know what kind of fuckery was going on in her head right now listening to this sick shit.
“We've found the names of some of the victims...”
He looked at Vicki when he said this and I felt her flinch at the word victims. I gave her a squeeze and a kiss on her head. She'd argued with me to be allowed to sit in on this. I didn't want her anywhere near it but she'd insisted and against my better judgment I'd given in. I tried to remember how this had all started. Was it that kiss? I couldn't even remember anymore I just wanted it to be over so we could move on.
“Like I was saying we found some names they kept very good records which is a big help. This thing goes back many many years, so not only do we have to go searching for bodies, we also have to contact their family members and give them some closure at least. Nephew I know your main concern is your girl and getting to the bottom of what happened to her mom so I pulled some strings to get the ball rolling there. Sometimes they can drag this shit out, especially with it being a cold case. We should have something in the next couple days at least. Now as for Melanie Johnston it looks like she just made some very poor decisions in her bid to protect her father. We're not sure yet when she found out what he's been up to, but she was just trying to keep his part in all this from getting out. That's why she was so against Vicki in the first place, it was a case of too close for comfort I guess.”
I looked at Jules who had his head down. At least we knew she wasn't a complete monster though I still wasn't forgiving her for the shit she did to my girl. I don't give a fuck who she was trying to protect, but for Jules's sake I'm glad the crazy bitch was just crazy and not bone deep evil.
Uncle rattled off all the shit they had to do, which truth be told I didn't really care about. Mom and dad asked all the questions and got all the answers while I kept my gaze locked on Victoria-Lynn for any sign of distress. My burning desire right now was to take her away from all this until it all blew over. But I knew she wouldn't be happy with that, not until we'd at least given her mom a proper burial. Uncle reached down to the bag that had been sitting at his feet and came back up with a handful of what looked like journals and a picture album.
“Here Vicki, we found these, looks like they were your mom's.” I felt the jolt that went through her and reached for them.
“I'll take them.“ She was shaking harder now and I know mom felt it too because she stood up and wrapped her arms around both of us.
“You don't have to go through them now Vicki, you take your time and do it when you're ready.”
She spoke soothingly to her as she held on to us. Dad's face looked like he was about to kill someone and Jules and Petra looked lost. No one really knew what
the fuck to do.
“Okay that's enough for now I gotta get back anyway. By the way, the kid in the hospital is gonna live.” Yeah I give a fuck.
“He's been charged with assault and attempted kidnapping which carries a pretty hefty sentence, so I don't think we have to worry too much about him. I have to go see who else was involved in this hunting shit so we can charge these fucks with this shit.”
“What about the ambassador what's going to happen to him?”
Jules sounded old and tired and that fucked with me too many people were being hurt by this shit. I wondered what would've happened had I not lost my shit over that kiss? Had her father not hit her; how long would this shit have gone on and how long would she have lived her life believing the mother that had loved her had deserted her?
“Oh the ambassador's done no question but we have to play it smart. He has connections and the way I see it if he was involved there's no reason not to suspect that others of his ilk weren't. That's what we're trying to figure out now, just how high this thing went. Only the very wealthy could come up with this sick shit and apparently the others were paid very well. I'm arranging to have whatever funds we find given to the families, plus I'm pretty sure they might sue these people or their estates which I will be sure to encourage.”
“I think you should go see Melanie Jules.”
Shit it burnt a hole in my tongue to say that shit but if it would stop him from looking like death warmed over then whatever. He shook his head no.
“No, I understand her trying to protect her father obviously, but not like this and not over something like that. He's fucking sick, why would she try to protect that shit? That's taking loyalty a bit too far, so thanks for the offer bro but no way.”
Thank fuck, I wasn't looking forward to seeing her again either and I sure the fuck wasn't too jazzed about having her around my baby. But Jules was starting to look a little rough there. Tinkerbell started bitching from up the stairs and her mama picked her head up and got up off my lap to go get her. I worked the kinks out and was getting up to head to the kitchen for some refreshments when see came back into the room dog in hand and walked to my mom, who hugged her close. My girl needed some mom time. Not for the first time I was grateful that my parents were the fuck awesome people they are.
Epilogue
Six months later…
Well things have started to settle down around here finally, at least that’s what I’d begun to think until my new wife hit me with a surprise this morning. We’d celebrated both her birthday and our nuptials in the months following the bullshit. I saw no point in waiting to tie her to me completely and though mom had a fit about the missed gala she would’ve loved to throw I was firm. She was now mine for always.
Her father’s trial hadn’t been as harrowing as we’d thought it would be. It wasn’t too hard to prove that he’d done the deed and by the time the town’s people had come forward, many who had kept their silence all these years in fear of retribution from the asshole, it wasn’t too hard to piece the shit together. What had really cinched it though was the diary uncle Marcus had given to cheeks. Her mother had written of her suspicions that her husband and his friends might be involved in something criminal. She had believed it was drugs at first; but who knows what she’d learned in the days leading up to her murder that caused the monster to end her? She’d been smart enough to name names of the men she saw coming and going at all hours of the night. She’d even kept dates.
I went to every court hearing and so did my family when they could. We all surrounded her both physically and emotionally so she never broke. I made sure to keep myself between her and his hateful glares after the first day when I felt her tremble under his stare. “He can’t touch you baby no need to be afraid.” I never let go of her hand as we sat through days of testimony. By the time it was determined that he was guilty she was drained and just plain done. Contrary to what the trooper had told me that day it hadn’t taken the coroner long to figure out cause of death after all. The hole in the side of Stephanie Baldwin’s head was a dead giveaway. His ass was sent away forever and a fucking day. I wish they’d given his ass the chair but uncle convinced me that this was best. A few whispers in lock-up of an ex sheriff in the midst should make the rest of his existence as horrible as he’d made hers. I could live with that.
The hunting game fuckery was another matter altogether. That shit would be going on for a while, according to uncle. But thank heavens our part in it was at an end. There had been enough evidence to point the finger at the guilty. Between Stephanie Baldwin’s meticulous records and dates the shit fell like a house of cards. The problem was that the network stretched way beyond Goldenlakes. Ambassador Johnston hadn’t been the only high roller involved. That was uncle’s headache and he seemed to be enjoying the fuck out of bringing down some of the men and women involved.
Melanie, what can I say? I’d been willing to give her a little break seeing as how she was trying to protect one of her own. I mean I had to ask myself what would I have done if it were my own dad you know? But then that bitch really lost her mind. I guess the specter of her family’s shame coupled with whatever had passed between her and my brother had sent her over the edge. That’s the only reason I could think of for her going after my girl in front of me.
It had been the Sunday after we’d returned from our honeymoon. Cheeks and I were still in honeymoon mode, but then again when weren’t we? We were walking around outside holding hands and making plans. Okay the truth is I’d just fucked her up against a tree out back away from prying eyes. But now we were mellowing out. I still kept her close when I wasn’t doing my rounds at the hospital. We spent every free moment together and that’s just the way I liked it. She seemed to need that and I’m not one of those dumb fucks who’s always talking about needing space. Fuck that, if I could be in her or around her twenty-four seven I’d be on that shit quick.
That day we were reaching the front of the property when this car came speeding up the driveway. Of course my first instinct was to push her behind me and go into fight mode. When the harried looking woman climbed out of the car I barely recognized her at first. Her hair instead of its usual well-coifed do was a ratty mess. Well not exactly but close. She’d lost weight but not in a good way, her clothes were literally hanging on her. I heard the others coming out on the porch behind us but didn’t turn.
“The fuck you want?” Okay so I’m not really over her shit. We hadn’t seen her in months and my brother never ever brought up her name. In fact he’d forbidden anyone to mention her name to him and we’d all agreed. We’d watched him for the first few months to make sure he was okay but he seemed to be handling his shit. We’d all pretty much moved on and pretended she’d never existed. Her father was under observation in some spa fronting as a nuthouse but I wasn’t really interested in that shit. Uncle said he would spend the rest of his life there no matter how cushy it may seem.
Now this bitch was here with her shit. She kept her venomous glare trained on my wife and I felt my hackles rise. If she started blaming her for this shit again I’m gonna lose it. “I repeat what the fuck do you want?” I heard Jules coming down the stairs asking the same thing. His new girl Samantha was here as well probably standing on the porch with the others. I don’t know how much of this he’d shared with her but I’m sure she knew some of it. The shit had been the hot topic on the six o’clock news for weeks back when it first broke. I’d shot at plenty an asshole reporter who tried to get onto our property with their bullshit. Uncle had had a time of it keeping me out of jail over that one when I’d clipped one of them in the wing. Ask me if I gave a fuck. I’d had to take her out of school in the end anyway because the fuckers staked out the damn school.
She took a step forward and I checked her move. It was as if she didn’t even see me there. She only had eyes for Victoria-Lynn. “This is all your fault you little sniveling bitch. If you’d just stayed with your own kind none of this would’ve happened. How does it
feel to have destroyed innocent people with your lies and filth? Your mother…”
Oh shit; that’s as far as she got before a little whirlwind knocked me out of the way and flew at her. It took me half a second to figure out what the fuck had just happened when I saw my wife with her hands wrapped around Melanie’s neck. Petra the savage was cheering her the fuck on and I was stuck between two minds. Should I stop her or let her work this shit out of her system? In the end Jules made the decision for me. He pulled me back with a stern “Leave it.” What the fuck? I looked from him to the woman whose chest my wife was currently straddling as she tried to make holes in the ground with her head. The woman he’d dated and I believed loved for almost four years.
He must’ve seen the question and confusion in my eyes. “That bitch wasn’t protecting anyone but herself. That whole family are some sick fucks and that’s all I’ll say on the subject.” He turned and walked back up the steps to his new girl. Dad had come down to stand next to me. “You plan on putting an end to this son?” You would think a lot of time had gone by but it couldn’t have been more than two minutes. Shit my baby had a busted lip but at least she was kicking ass. I thought it was time to break it up when she started crying and panting. She’d tired herself out whipping that ass. Fucking champ.
“Alright slugger that’s enough.” I lifted her off her victim who was a bloody crying mess. Damn it must suck to lose at every turn. Dad walked over and bent over Melanie. He’s a compassionate sort, me not so much. He finally got her up and out of there. She wasn’t screaming out threats anymore. She was just a broken sad mess when she climbed back in her care and drove away. Hopefully that was the last we’d see of her. I took my girl inside and cleaned her up and then let her ride the fuck out of my dick to work off some of that head of steam she still had going on. It was a long night.
Both Crafton men were behind bars. The younger one will never walk again. He was now two cards short of a full deck; drooling on himself and shit last I heard. Serves his ass right, that’ll teach him to put his hands on what wasn’t his. He’s lucky, in some places they chop those shits off. I didn’t lose any sleep over that shit either fuck him. Cheeks didn’t seem too torn up about it either I guess she finally figured out for herself that he wasn’t all there. She’d finally told me all that had happened that day, or I’d dragged it out of her more like. And it took all three men in my family not to do to the hospital and put a bullet in his fucking head.
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