***
“You ready, baby girl?” my daddy asked.
He had my son, who was dressed in the tiniest little tux I’d ever seen, in his arms.
I smiled at him over my shoulder as my mother fussed with my ‘big boobs’ that couldn’t be ‘reasoned with.’
“Almost,” I said, turning back to my mom. “Mother, they’re boobs. They’re full of milk. They’re not changing unless I pump, which I’m not doing because the ceremony starts in less than five minutes.”
“Whatever,” my mother said, standing up with her hands on her purple clothed hips, and stomped out of the room, her hair bouncing in her wake.
“Uh-oh,” my daddy said.
I lifted my nose at him. “She needs to get over it. They’re not that bad.”
My dad studiously ignored my boobs and offered me his arm.
He looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I took his arm.
I leaned down and gave Lock a kiss on the cheek and leaned my head against my dad’s arm as we walked out into the bright sunlight.
We’d decided that the best place to have the wedding was at the Chief’s ranch that he owned outside of town.
They had a large barn that we’d decorated the night before so we could have the reception there once the ceremony was over.
There were over three hundred guests, nearly all of them a public servant of some kind, and we needed the room.
We’d decided to have it here so we could escape after the reception to have some alone time at our own place, which had shaped up to be exactly what we wanted it to be.
Especially now that we had the land that used to belong to the Prescott’s.
There’d been a big to-do during the trial that was sentencing Ronnie Prescott.
Apparently, when the land had been ‘split’ between Ronnie and Downy’s mother, he’d made an error in that he hired someone shady to do the appraisal, giving only a fraction of his land to Downy’s mother.
Downy had then turned around and sued Ronnie Prescott in a civil suit and won. He was awarded not just the property that Ronnie owed him, but also one point two million dollars in oil and mineral rights that Ronnie profited from over the past ten years.
With no other way to pay him the money back, Ronnie signed over the deed to his land to Downy, who was now the owner of over a hundred and ninety acres of riverfront property.
It cost a whack in taxes, though. Downy was still considering his options since we weren’t sure whether we could afford it on both of our salaries or not.
I was guessing not, but there was no telling what he’d do. He had a special tie to the land that all those dogs had died on.
He’d set up a memorial and had turned about four acres into a large dog park, feeling that those dogs forever deserved to have somewhere to run and play in their eternal resting place.
It was very nice and had seen a lot of business since we’d opened it to the public four months ago.
The dogs that were rescued that night were also returned to their owners, or if the owners couldn’t be found, adopted out.
They were the lucky ones.
“I’m giving my baby away to somebody who doesn’t deserve her. So, I’m upset,” my dad said quietly, breaking into my thoughts with his sweet words.
I smiled and looked up at my father.
“Oh, Daddy. We deserve each other,” I teased.
He rolled his eyes. “You’re not a father, you wouldn’t understand.”
As he said it, he looked down at the top of Lock’s head, brushing his lips against his fuzzy, still not quite all there, hair.
Making my heart squeeze in my chest.
My father and I had had a rocky relationship for the first four months of my pregnancy.
I was still, quite understandably, upset about what had happened.
My father didn’t offer any apologies, and I hadn’t expected him to.
In the end, I’d decided to forgive him.
I missed him. I also missed my mother who was torn between my dad and me.
So, I became the bigger person and let him back into my life, with the promise from him that he’d stay out of my business if I wanted him to.
He’d reluctantly agreed, but I could tell that he trusted Downy to take care of me.
Otherwise, he probably would’ve never agreed, and we’d have gone on living as I did before I’d met Downy.
We arrived at the beginning of the rug that ran up the length of the aisle.
I smiled at the attendees staring at me, but it didn’t take long before my eyes found the man at the end of the aisle, staring at me with an expression of shock on his face.
He looked like he’d literally been punched in the belly.
“What’s wrong with Downy?” I asked my dad.
“That’s what the face of a man who’s just seen his bachelor days fly the fuck away,” he teased.
I smacked him on the arm and left him where he stood, chuckling at his own joke.
He didn’t bother to try to catch me, only stayed back as I hurried down the aisle toward my future.
***
“I, Downy, take you, Memphis, to be my understanding and forgiving wife. To have and to tickle from this day forward. I promise to always make sure the lids on the jars aren’t twisted on too tight. I also promise to try to put down the toilet seat, but I can’t say for sure that I won’t slip up from time to time,” he teased, causing the crowd around us to laugh.
His massive hands clamped down on my face, one on either side of my head, and he said, “I also promise that I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re happy. I promise to never leave your side without you knowing I’m going, and to always answer your calls. You’ll never want or need for anything, because I’ll always be here to give you what you need.”
My face blushed at that last part, causing him to chuckle before he leaned in to place a tiny kiss on my nose. “You’re my happily ever after, my saving grace, and the breath in my chest. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
I was crying, big fat tears were rolling down my face as he gently placed one more kiss on my cheek before he let me go.
“Memphis has also written some vows that she’d like to share with everybody,” our reverend said.
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, it was to see Downy laughing at me.
He knew how I hated talking in front of crowds.
He also thought it was funny.
Which he would, because the man had absolutely no problem speaking in front of a hundred people, let alone the entire county.
Deciding that honesty was better than the cheesy lines I’d written weeks before, I winged it… like a boss!
“I, Memphis,” my voice cracked out. “Promise that I’ll allow you to leave our family dinners without a word from the peanut gallery… i.e. me. I promise that, when you change a dirty diaper, I’ll give you the acknowledgment that I know you need. I also promise that I’ll allow you to open the jars because it emasculates you when I can do it myself.”
The crowd started to laugh, but I continued. “I also promise that I’ll wait up for you. When you’re on a call, I’ll be waiting for you to get home. I’ll pray for your safety, but I’ll never make you quit, because being an officer of the law is a part of you.”
He grinned and started to lean forward. “But that also means that as an officer of the law, and my husband, you have a duty to take care of any unwanted tickets that I may have.”
With that, I pulled a slip of paper out of my bra, thankful when I didn’t expose anything else to him when I did so.
Handing it over, I let him read it.
It took a moment for him to understand, but when he did, he started to bellow with laughter.
“You never paid it?” He laughed until tears started leaking from his eyes.
I shook my head.
He grinned, then turned and
started walking to the Chief who was four rows back.
He was sitting with his arm around his wife, grinning like a loon.
He knew I didn’t pay it.
I refused to.
I actually think I had a warrant, too, but that wasn’t ever going to be upheld, not in Kilgore, anyway.
It was the ticket that ex-Officer Prescott had given me for going one mile an hour over the speed limit.
The one I’d received over a year ago. The one that had spawned a lusty sex session in the backseat of Downy’s truck.
The Chief took the slip of paper warily as Downy said, “Take care of that for me while I’m on my honeymoon, would you?”
Chief Rhodes just shook his head as he read what was on the ticket, then looked at me like I was nuts.
I shrugged, unrepentant.
The ticket was stupid! And the guy wasn’t even a cop anymore! Why should I have to pay for it?
Four hours later, with my baby boy sleeping in my arms, and my husband’s arm around my shoulder, we were getting ready to leave.
The party had still been going strong, but I was tired. Especially now that I was pregnant again.
Something I’d yet to tell Downy.
“You forgot the picture with the signs!” the photographer yelled as he came running up to me.
I smiled, right on time.
I heard Downy groan but nonetheless took the sign that I’d had him make.
I’d first seen the idea in a bridal magazine, but when I found out I was pregnant two days ago, I couldn’t wait to get his reaction to the news on camera.
The photographer handed my sign over first, being sure to keep it out of Downy’s view.
I took it and turned my back to Downy, who had already turned his back to me.
The photographer walked around us, smiling as he said, “Good, good.”
I was practically bouncing with excitement but stopped myself from getting too excited when the movement started to wake Lock up.
A crowd of our family and friends had gathered, the sight of my sign bringing them in.
Downy’s face must’ve been priceless as our family and friends started to surround us.
“Alright, on the count of three, turn around and let each other see your sign. One, two, three,” the photographer cheered.
I turned slowly, eyes going to Downy’s face instead of the sign.
His face, however, was precious.
His jaw was slack and open as his eyes read what I’d written on my sign.
“You’re fucking joking,” he said loudly.
I shook my head. “No.”
“You’ve got to be. I can’t handle another one like him.” He pointed to Lock.
I covered my mouth and started laughing, my sign that said, ‘Back up is on its way (The SWAT officer did it.)’ with a big fat arrow pointing down at my belly.
He rushed to me, picking both Lock and me up with the utmost gentleness.
“Jesus, boy. You’re gonna crush my grandkid,” my dad growled from somewhere behind us.
“He’s just happy. Leave him be.”
That was Downy’s mother.
Downy and his mother had spent a lot of time trying to repair their relationship.
They’d both had some apologizing to do, and their relationship was still growing, becoming something that it should’ve been years ago.
Lock did that, though.
He brought not only Macey, Downy’s mother, back to us, but also Jonah and Ridley.
Jackson stayed to himself, choosing not to have any relationship with us, but that was fine. We didn’t need him. We had everything we needed right here.
“You’re really, really going to get a spanking when we get home,” he said softly. “After I make love to you, that is.”
I giggled, kissing his head as we cradled our babies between us.
I was right. The pictures were priceless.
Execution Style
Chapter 1
I wrote a song for you, I hope you like it. It’s called, I hope you die. Stick a thousand needles in your eye.
-Miller’s secret thoughts
Miller
“Shoot him, goddammit! Motherfuckin’ shoot him!” I yelled desperately into my mic.
We all watched in horror as the man, who was holding the young woman up against the church’s glass doors, started to rape her.
The woman’s face was pressed up against the glass as she sobbed.
The man’s body was completely covered, except for one tiny portion of his head, and I knew, rationally, that the opening wasn’t large enough.
James had a single tiny window from his position at the top of the building across the street, and the glare from the sun off the front glass was enough to cause even the most experienced snipers trouble.
But, if anybody could do it, it was James.
The man was a savant with a rifle.
I just hoped he’d be able to make that shot, because there was no other entrance or exit into the building except for three tiny windows at the back that were lined with metal bars.
They could come off, but not without a lot of noise.
“I need a distraction. Get him to move two more inches and he’ll be done,” James’ cool voice said from the mic in my ear.
I moved, not even thinking.
I was moving forward and running toward the side of the building as fast as my legs would carry me.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
James paused, but it was Downy who answered.
“Movement. Pop your head back around the side and let him see the movement. Maybe he’ll move to get a better look and allow James some more breathing room,” Downy murmured quietly.
I nodded and started to move, letting the top left half of my body pop into view and back out. “Hey!”
I saw his head snap around just as I disappeared back from sight.
Then a loud pop filled the air, followed by some glass shattering.
I moved, darting around the building to find the young woman on her knees, her pants down around her ankles as she sobbed uncontrollably.
I moved, stepping onto glass and debris until I was down on my knees beside her.
I moved forward, moving my arms around her to gather her stretchy pants at the waistband, pulling them up until they were covering her once again.
She whimpered, and I said, “It’s okay, honey. I know. He’s dead.”
He was very much dead, too.
Half his head was now gone, and his life blood filled the floor surrounding his body.
“G-g-gone?” she cried desperately, starting to turn back and look.
“No, honey. Don’t look. He’s not looking too pretty,” I said honestly.
She shoved me away anyway and turned to look at the body on the floor before she reached back and let loose a vicious kick with her pointy-toed boots into the dead man’s side.
“You stupid.” Kick. “Fucking.” Kick. “Piece of filthy, cock sucking shit.” Kick.
I pulled her away from the body as men started to fill the room around us.
“Come back here,” I said, moving her out of the way.
She came willingly, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
I didn’t bother to ask if she was okay.
There was no way she could be.
Not when she’d just been raped on national television.
Try as we might, there was no way that it wasn’t caught on the multiple reporter’s cameras that witnessed the heinous act.
“Mercy Shepherd!” a distraught woman’s voice wailed from the front of the church.
The woman, Mercy the distraught woman had called her, turned to find an older woman with graying brown hair running up the steps to the church, but she was stopped by police before she could get much farther than the third step.
She turned into me, shielding her face with my chest.
“I don’t want to see her right now,” she whispered frantically.
I pulled her with me into what looked to be an office and shut the door until all that was left open was barely a crack.
She didn’t move away from me. Her lean body actually somewhat collapsed into mine. I caught her in time to prevent her from slamming into the cheap laminate floor at my feet.
“I knew him,” she whispered into my chest.
Her hands were clutching my shirt with a grip that could rival The Hulk’s, but I didn’t complain.
If anything, I was happy to offer my assistance.
The last hour had been a freakin’ nightmare, which was why I allowed her to cry in my arms. If it was a nightmare for me, it was a living hell for her.
We’d arrived on scene after receiving a call from a distraught church goer, that a man had started beating his girlfriend for smiling at another man.
Once we were dispatched, we got call after call of witnesses saying that the woman was hurt really bad and that the man now had a gun pointed at the woman’s head.
We arrived on scene less than ten minutes after the call was taken, just in time to see him reveal the woman’s lower half to an entire block of downtown Kilgore.
He’d then proceeded to finger her roughly, pinching her breasts, and pulling her hair, all the while he kept a gun trained at the back of her head.
They’d disappeared for a few moments as what churchgoers had described as a ‘come to Jesus.’
The men and women at the church couldn’t give any indication who the couple were, but it didn’t take John, one of the other members of the SWAT team who did all the computer work, to find out who he was.
Mitch Moose, a thirty-year-old accountant, brought the young woman back to the front window thirty minutes later where he proceeded to rape the woman in front of God and the entire population of Kilgore, Texas.
All the while we watched, helpless, because every vital piece of his body was covered by hers.
Which led us to now: me holding a crying, distraught woman in my arms who’d just been raped.
I didn’t know what to say.
What did you say in times like these?
“Do you need me to get anyone for you?” I finally settled on.
She shook her head, her hair rubbing against my vest and tangling in the Velcro at the straps. “No.”
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