Tell me detective, what did she do when you drove her to the airport back to that monster?” He clenched his jaw, already knowing the answer.
“She cried.” He furnished.
It all dawned on him then. She wasn’t quiet because she was sweet or graceful. It was because she was an abused spouse.
“I thought it was out of happiness.”
“Everyone does. Everyone thinks she is the luckiest woman in the world. She is in the most danger. We have to keep her safe. He will kill her before he allows her to divulge the truth about him.”
“You’re in love with her aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer that.
“Just promise me.” Nick said.
“We are free.” She looked into his eyes confused by his words. “What do you mean “free” ? “ “I mean we gave enough evidence to where your husband will be in jail for a very long time. We are free to leave or to stay. Free to start a life together.” He was so joyous at the thought. No more secrets. No more hiding his love for her. “Yes, speaking of starting our lives together there is something I have been meaning to tell you about. When I was with Bradley I became ill and fainted. He had the doctor take a look and she says I’m pregnant. It’s your baby Nick.” He looked like he was in shock. “You’re pregnant? I&n
Nick awoke to the sound of Mr. King shouting and the feeling of freezing cold water being splashed on his face. He coughed and sputtered as he became conscious. The water jarred him back to the land of living, while leaving his head pounding and swimming. He adjusted his eyes to the dark atmosphere. Where was he? He asked himself. He quickly answered when his gaze landed on Mr. King. He had that evil grin on his face. Although Nick’s right eye was swollen shut he could see two large figures standing with Mr. King as well. “You have become a major pain in my ass.” He leaned forward, making sure he was inches away for Nick’s face. “Hit him !” He commanded, and one of his goons walked up to him. He felt a swift fist punch his midsection. He
Elayna opened her eyes and within seconds realized she was back in her home in her husband’s bed. Had it all been a dream? She asked herself. She was about to sit up when she felt something stinging her left arm. She looked around then. She had been wrong. She was not in Bradley’s room but her own. She had an I.V. in her left hand. Her room looked like a hospital room. There were various medical machines and beeping noises. She felt the back of her head throbbing and touched it. It was wrapped in gauze. The sunlight poured into the room. She remembered the explosion and hitting her head. She also remembered who had caused it all. Last night had been real, she thought. She tried to get out bed once more and noticed she was handcuffed to the bed. She heard Bradley’s voice then. He was standing by the window looking out on their property.
Nick could no longer see. Both of his eyes were swollen shut. Pete had been stripped down to his underwear, sliced and tortured by cuts and salt. Nick’s hand felt as if it were going to burst open for the pressure at any moment. The pain was excruciating. They were both in pretty bad shape. Both of them were dying of thirst . They were only given salt water to drink, which they didn’t. Nick had been waiting for an opening to get free, or for one of the goons to make a mistake so he could reap the benefits of that and dive something, but it ever happened. After hours of torture they were both put in makeshift cages. Nick was sitting in the corner of his protectively holding his hand. Pete hadn’t moved since they unhooked and threw him in. He occasionally h
You know, you’ve never really let me talk about it and you’ve never really told me the truth.” “About what?” There was a long pause. “Alvarez.” Another long Pause. “Or the Mayor’s ball.” He opened the door to his study and they entered. He went to pour himself a drink from the drink caddy in the corner of the large room beside his desk. While his back was turned to her she made sure the recorder was still on by opening her clutch and getting a tissue out, all the while making sure the recorder was working. It was. She sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. He s
“ Good morning. This is Macy Day, your channel twelve news anchor. This morning’s story involves a high profile businessman by the name of Bradley King of King Enterprises. Mr. King is presumed dead at 2:45 a.m. He was shot by Officer Shawn Wilkinson when he was about to fire his weapon at his wife, Elayna King. After further investigation Authorities are also linking Mr.King to Domestic violence, kidnapping, torture, money laundering and extortion. Mrs. king is recovering at an undisclosed hospital and is receiving top medical care. No details on when the funeral will be held, but we will keep you updated…” Epilogue 10 months later… Elayna heard the sweet,tiny cries of their newborn baby coming from the baby monitor placed on her nightstand table.&n
Elayna felt disgusted and humiliated by his words. That was his point, she said to herself.She knew she had to perform. That’s what he wanted. She took a deep breath, got on all fours and sensually crawled to him, until she was situated between his legs as he sat on the corner of the bed. Her hair was wet and slicked back. She made a light trail of kisses from his navel, up his chest, and to the crook of his neck. Once she got to his lips she traced her tongue lightly over them. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath. He was getting excited. She touched his groin then and felt him growing harder with each gentle rub she gave it. She deepened the kiss and climbed on top of him. She let him unfasten his trousers with one hand and free his cock. She grasped it and ran it slowly along her wet slit ma
“Good morning, Mrs. King. Breakfast.” Rosa said as she sat the tray down in front of her.“Thank you.” She said as she sat up and carefully slid the tray in her direction as Rosa quickly left the room.She took the top off of her plate. It was full of fresh fruit and a couple of strips of bacon. She was reminded of Nick waking her up every morning with sweet kisses and a nice pancake breakfast they shared, as they laughed and talked about what outdoor things they could explore for the day. They had shared a simple life and she had loved every moment of it. They had lived in a Yurt, hunting and fishing for their meals. She had gotten back to her roots. She missed him so much already and it had been less than twenty-four hours since she had seen him last.