by P. J. Belden
Yeah, sure I had to stand up here and tell them that a world champion kick boxer was hospitalized by Alex and his rat pack, but that was nothing compared to what Kayla was going to have to speak about and relive… as if she had stopped. I could hear her nightmares. Hell, she was safe now and I could still see her fear of being in a crowd or too far away from people. Jason was great for her and to her. I was grateful that my sister found him and that he stood there by her side through it all.
“Mr. Williams, are you trying to tell the court that you had no malicious intents when you went to see my client.”
“No. What I’m trying to tell you is that when I went there I didn’t expect to have weapons brought to a fist fight and that his punk ass couldn’t fight his own battles. But I guess considering his actions that have him here, maybe I should have.”
“Oh yeah… really? Let’s go, Carson! I’ll kill your fucking ass this time!”
BANG. BANG. BANG.
“Order in the court. I will have order in my court. Mr. Locer, I suggest you get your client under control.” Judge Bingham ordered.
“Yes, your honor. I have no further questions.”
“Redirect, your honor?”
“Proceed with caution, Mr. Williams.”
“Mr. Williams, are you telling the court that you went to see Mr. Greene to beat him up?”
“No, Sir. I wanted to kill him, but then I knew I’d disappoint my sister so before I even got there I decided that I would make him feel half the pain has put on my sister.”
“No further questions.”
“You may step down, Mr. Williams. The court will take a lunch break and meet back here in an hour.” He banged his gavel and everyone stood and started talking.
I watched my sister being consoled by Jason. Kayla had to be the strongest person I knew. Even though I knew she was broken, she didn’t give up and she still found what she thought she’d never have… love. I have never been the love type, but watching my sister… maybe someday I will find the girl I can’t live without. Maybe that is what I’m waiting for, someone that I can look at and want to spend time with more than just sex. Don’t get me wrong, I dated, but honestly, it has been just a physical attraction because outside that I found I had nothing in common with any of them.
Like this last chick I dated, Lana, she made the blonde joke blondes look good. The one thing she had going for her was she was hot, very nice to look at. Unfortunately, the times in between were like pulling teeth with no numbing. She couldn’t carry a conversation to save her life and my biggest pet peeve of hers… she said ‘like’ constantly! It raked on my nerves so bad. I was surprised I lasted as long as I did. I shudder at the thought. She was the reason I quit dating. I was tired of finding all the wrongs. I wanted to find the right one, like Kayla had. It was a girlie statement, I know, but true.
My family was a big family and I always thought I’d have the same. The love my parents have and the kids. Never a dream I voiced, but it was still there. There were many times that I thought that I would never find it, but then I look at my sister and realize. I won’t find it. It will find me when I least expect it. Or well at least that is what I hoped.
After having a quick lunch we all met back in the court room. Kayla was going to the stand next. We were all there aside from Mary. She couldn’t get the time off from the tour that she had already postponed to stay with Kayla during the investigation. She was able to make her court appearance and boy did she live up to the family trait. As she was walking out of the courtroom, she walked over to Alex’s side, leaned over the rail and whispered something in his ear. When he turned around with a big smile on his face, he mouthed something back and she decked him. I think she might even have broken his nose. The judge demanded to know what happened.
“I said that I hope Bubba is nicer to him than he was with my sister. He turned around and said that he would show my fine ass how nice he could be. So I punched him.” She shrugged.
Even my dad laughed, which was a sight to see. Usually when he is in work mode, he is stiff as a board. Honestly, I think he was proud of Mary. I know Kayla is when she high-fived Mary as she left. Had Kayla been around more growing up, I would have taught her to fight as I did my other three sisters. Maybe she might not have endured what she did for so long if she could fight.
“Are we ready to begin?” Judge Bingham’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“Yes, your honor,” both sides said in unison.
Evidence upon evidence was showcased before the jury and judge. I couldn’t look at any of it, especially when they got to the pictures that he had been mailed to the police department. Nate and Jason were called to the stand. Nate’s affair with Mary was brought up by the defense.
“Were you not having sexual contact with Ms. Mary Williams while on an undercover job?”
“I was yes, but she was not the victim or the target and it was never during the hours that were supposed to be focused on the job. I’m allowed to have a life Mr. Locer. Just so happens this one was related to the victim. My personal life is not what brought us here today. Kayla’s torture, abuse and rapes are what we are here to discuss. Let’s get back on topic shall we.” Nate said politely, but you could hear the ice in his voice.
I actually really liked Nate. If I were to pick someone for my sister it would be him, but I was very pointedly told that it was casual nothing serious. It kind of sucked because Nate definitely fit into the family. Jason had told me that Nate didn’t have a family. So whether he dated or married one of my sisters didn’t matter, this man helped save my sister and for that… he was family. I told him that. Yes, even guys can be sentimental. I owed Nate everything. He put his life on the line to find out more information to save my sister and for that… I am forever in his debt.
“No further questions.”
“Redirect.” The judge nodded.
“When you were approached with more information involving more than just Mr. Greene, what did you do?”
“I worked well after my shift to get to the bottom of it. A lot of it was done on my own time, but judging by the information I received it was essential that I worked with both discretion and quickly.”
“What was the information you received?”
“That there was a cover up job happening and the police department was in the center of it.”
“Anyone specifically?”
“Yes, Captain Dale Day. I did some searching and found numerous contacts between Mr. Day and Mr. Greene, but also another source. That one turned out to be difficult to track, but after numerous dead ends and days of pushing through, I did finally track down who else was involved.”
“When were you able to finally accomplish that?”
“Last night actually.”
“Your Honor, with your permission I would like to reveal these findings now. I don’t even know them myself.”
“Granted.”
“But your honor…” Mr. Locer tried to interject.
“Silence, Mr. Locer.” Judge Bingham turned to Nate. “Go on Detective.”
“It took some digging, but after what seemed like an endless journey I found a slip up that allowed me to track down who was behind this mysterious name of Hershey. They had done an incredible job of covering their tracks, but one night there was a slip up and it allowed their cover to be revealed.”
“What night?”
“The night of her attack at the hospital…”
“But the man responsible for that had nothing to do with Mr. Greene or Mr. Day.”
“Right, Sir. When Kayla came in and reported being raped, the nurses had to stitch several areas and treat any other wounds as well as perform the kit and so on. Panic set into this individual and they called Mr. Day with their regular cell phone. Mr. Day then called Alex.”
“Who are we talking about?”
“Nurse Michelle Lancer-Saint and Dr. Gerry Saint.”
“What?” My dad whispered and stepped back a little.
“They’re both involved?” Eli questioned.
“Yes, Sir. I searched their background records and found…”
“That they were close friends to our family and about eighteen years go they were no longer in contact with us because Gerry and Michelle were in bad straits and wanted Jane and me to do something illegal to help them get back out of debt. We told them that was not the kind of people we were and told them that we couldn’t be friends with them if that was the type of people they were. We had a family to think about.” Larry supplied.
“Yes, I did find their financial standings and suddenly seventeen years ago they came into a ton of money, but I’m guessing that the anger toward their former friends hadn’t subsided. Sixteen years ago, they contacted Alex’s father. It was around the time that Carson wouldn’t throw his fight. The scheme started then with calls constantly between the defendant and the Saint’s. However, nothing indicates that Alex’s father was ever involved in the actual plan. When interviewed he said that he had no involvement. When shown the call records, he told us he was at work during those times and actually showed up proof that he was there. We thought they were forged at first, but with some investigation, he was telling the truth. If I may state my professional opinion?”
“Go on Detective.” The judge stated.
“I think it was a case of right calling at the right time. They had phoned other parents hoping that someone’s child hated their Williams’ kids. They found an already troubled youth and latched on. Alex was angry with Carson and revenge on him was sweet. Why he continued? I would have to say it was the money. They paid him well and soon paid Mr. Day as well.”
The case continued on, but when Kayla got on the stand it was the hardest of all. She went over every attack. I wanted to puke with how much she went through and we could have stopped. The fury I had running through me was not just focused on all those involved, but myself. I was supposed to protect her. That was what big brothers did and I didn’t even come close to it.
Kayla was shaking by the time she was released from the stand. How dare they ask about her sex life? What the hell did that have to do with what they had done to her? Nothing! That’s what! I wanted to strangle the defense attorney when he tried making it sound like she asked for it. Right, she asked for the nightmare she lived it because people as for that shit!
The jury wasn’t out long before they found all of them guilty. Their sentencing would be next week. So this whole thing after two months of court dates and interviews… Kayla should be able to officially put this all past her next week. She can officially move forward. She has a wedding to plan. The first one in the family. Honestly, I thought for sure either Eli or Mylee would have been the first to get married. Kayla had never made in there because she was so distant from life around her, of course we now know why that was. I am happy for her, it brings to mind. I’m not young and if I want a family as big as mine or close at least…
Actually, if I’m honest with myself, it isn’t about the size of my family that has me wondering about my bachelor streak to end. It’s just wanting to have a reason to come home at the end of the day or fight.
Shaking my head, I look up at everyone, as they talk about plans for supper. I don’t need that stress, do I? Do I want the hassle of having to plan and clear things through someone else? Oh hell I don’t know! Maybe I just need to get laid. I haven’t been laid since I was injured and that was almost a good nine months now.
You want quality not quantity my man, screamed a voice in the back of my head.
Maybe the voice was right, but right now I just wanted to make sure my sister was okay. It was almost over and soon she could begin a life without fear and only love and happiness.
CHAPTER ONE
~COLLEEN~
There was never a moment in my life that I regretted. Everything happened for a reason, was the motto I lived by. Good or bad, it happened because it was meant to. My life was in my control now. There was no more searching to figure out where in this crazy world, I belonged or what I wanted to be. The one thing I wanted to do was help those around me. Finally, after a stroke of genius by a drunken phone call and a friend’s comment, I am able to help to pull communities together to help those in need.
“Tina, thank you so much for allowing me to use your conference hall for the auction. I think we managed to get the word out about autism and raise a decent chunk for the foundation.”
“Colleen, you really need to stop thanking me. Honestly, it was an honor to do it. Your mom would be so proud of you.”
The mention of my mother made the smile come off my face and wiped the excitement from the great fundraiser away. I was still dealing with everything from that and it still hurt. No one could tell me how to deal with it and no one seemed to understand. No doctor or friend I talked to could help, so it was me fighting these overwhelming emotions on my own.
“Oh honey, I am so sorry.”
I shook my head and forced a smile. “Don’t worry about it. I think we are all cleaned up here. If it looks good to you I am going to go ahead and go on home.”
She nodded and I left. The longer I stayed there the longer I was reminded of my mother. Tina was my mom’s longest friend. She stood by my mom through everything. Some of it, I can’t understand why, but she did and never explained herself to anyone. Tina didn’t have to live with the consequences like I did. I had no choice in the matter. Because I was a fucking child, I carry it with me and I still have to deal with it all!
I shook my head and drove off home. There was no being around people today. Not with my mother in my thoughts. There is no way anyone would welcome my attitude today. I didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s day.
My apartment was small, but it suited me. I shut and locked the door behind me and headed straight for my liquor cabinet. I pulled out the whiskey and filled a glass. Glancing at the time, I had enough time for a decent nap before having to start my night job. It was my night job that paid the bills and made the ends not only meeting, but tied firmly around each other forming one tight knot. I loved my job. There were some interesting people. Downing my whiskey, I headed to my room and went to sleep.
It was about an hour before I started my night job. I went around my apartment tidying up a bit. Washing my dishes from yesterday and cleaned my bathroom then vacuumed. Making sure I grabbed some books and notebooks, I made my way to my spare bedroom that I turned into my call room.
Turning on the television, I wanted to see if they covered the fundraiser. Having the fund raiser highlighted on the news would be a huge increase in donations for the Autism Foundation. There was a brief spotlight on it. It was better than nothing. When I was about to turn off the television, I saw the words “Sixteen year rape victim finally receives justice” flash across the screen. They go through her whole story and I am literally in tears. How could someone do that to another human being?
In that moment, I knew what my next fundraiser was going to be for. If Kayla Williams will be up for it. I hoped she would because as much as it saddens me to say there are more horror stories like that out there. My eyes were suddenly met with the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Carson Williams one of ten siblings to Kayla Williams took the stand as well. Holy shit! Damn is she lucky to have him as a brother. I shook my head and shut the television off.
Yawning, I stretched to get myself ready for yet another night of men (and sometimes women) calling in and me being thousands of different people in a thousand different places helping them get off. It was my freshman year of college when a friend told me that my voice was super sexy and I could make a killing off it. Drunk and bored one night, I called an old boyfriend and hung up just as he answered. He of course called back. Boy was he in shock when I answered.
“Thank you for calling Fantasies have it your way… This is C
andy. How can I help make your fantasies come true?” I said in a husky, sultry, straight from a man’s wet dream voice.
“Colleen?” Jayson said, confused.
“No, stud, but I will be whatever you want me to be?”
“Ummm, okay?”
“Well stud… what fantasy am I making come true tonight? What do you want me to call you?”
“Uh, Jay. Um, I don’t know.”
There were a few things about Jayson that not everyone knew until it was too late. He was stupid and a cheating, lying scumbag. He was the type of person that believed a square could go into a round hole. Yeah, I don’t know what I saw in him. He was cute.
“Well, Jay, I can’t make your fantasy come true if you don’t tell me what it is.”
He groaned and I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. This should be good. I rolled my eyes.
“I love public sex and lots of it. I want you to be a Dominatrix. You fill in the blanks.”
Oh my God! Drunk or not he set this one up perfectly. I moaned a little.
“Sit!” I snapped.
I laughed because I actually heard a chair move in the background.
“Pull your pants down and leave them around your ankles.” I listened to the sound of his belt jingling and then his zipper lowering. I lowered my voice.
“Oh, I love the feel of your cock in my hands.” I moaned.
“Oh me too…” He sighed.
“Smack your leg hard!”
It took everything out of me not to laugh because the idiot actually did it.
“You address me as Ma’am.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Better. Now where were we…. oh yes. I was stroking your hard cock in my hands. You are hard for me, aren’t you, stud.”
