The Executioner: A Love Story

by Melissa Silvey

  “So my friend Vince Argento is quite taken with you. He insisted you have the best lawyer he knew, and thankfully that was me.” His voice was melodious, and he smelled like a beautiful fall day as the sun was setting and everything turned pink; slightly smoky and woodsy.

  She honestly didn’t know what to say to that. She was thinking of how good looking this man was, and he was talking of how much Vince cared about her. Get it together, Arianna, she reminded herself. She didn’t think even she and her guys could handle a foursome… Or maybe they could.

  “Jordan Stewart has agreed to put up your bail, no matter the amount. I’m going to try to get it as low as possible because frankly they have no case against you.” Ari nodded. She was speechless. “You have about ten minutes to change. Vince brought you a suit.”

  Arianna had nothing appropriate for a court hearing at her apartment. She nodded again. “So let me escort you to a bathroom, and we’ll get you changed, shall we?” He led her outside, and she couldn’t help but notice his suit. She wore a grey jumpsuit they’d given her. He wore a black suit with a crisp white shirt and a black and white tie.

  “Thank you,” Arianna said as he knocked on the door.

  “No, thank you dear,” Sam said, and then closed the door again when an officer opened it. “I had a girlfriend in high school. She was gang raped by a group of boys waiting for a ride home after a football game. She was a cheerleader, and her mom was late picking her up. It was Friday night and I had to work at my parent’s restaurant. She killed herself two months later. No one knew it had happened until she wrote about it in her suicide note. It hurts me more than anything to know that she couldn’t trust me enough to tell me. If it were up to me you’d be hailed as a hero.”

  He knocked again, and the same officer opened the door. “Let’s get you dressed,” he said as he led her out of the room.

  She was led into the courtroom by the same female officer. Vince and Jordan had picked out and bought her a suit. It fit, although it was a little snug. And it was navy blue. She would never choose navy blue for herself. Sam Clark sat at a table, and Selena Davies sat at another with a younger man and woman. Vince and Jordan sat behind Mr. Clark, and she smiled weakly at them when she sat down.

  The judge entered the room then, and lowered his gavel. Then he pointed at the bailiff. “This is case number 3174, The United States versus Arianna Becker on the following counts: murder in the first degree, murder for hire, and racketeering.”

  “Ms. Davies, can you tell me why this is a federal case,” the judge wondered as he read over the file.

  “Your honor, we believe the defendant has committed multiple murders in several different jurisdictions in conjunction with Margo Tremblay.” She finished and waited for the judge.

  “Margo Tremblay?” The judge frowned. “I’ve read about the case. Are you going to join the two cases?”

  “We are considering that possibility,” Ms. Davies answered. And then she turned her icy green eyes to Arianna again.

  “And what do you have to say to the charges, Mr. Clark,” the judge asked as he turned and gazed at Arianna.

  “These are trumped up charges against my client. They have no victim, no evidence, and no connection between my client and Ms. Tremblay. These charges are simply preposterous,” Mr. Clark insisted passionately.

  “Ms. Davies?” The judge said as he turned to Selena.

  “Your honor, when Florian Desjardins applied for a visa into the US the Canadian government fingerprinted her. Then she came to work for Margo Tremblay as her nanny. We have contacted the correct authorities, but they need time to locate the paperwork. We assert, your honor, with complete good faith, that Arianna Becker is in fact Florian Desjardins.”

  “Your honor, there is no…” Mr. Clark began.

  “Wait your turn,” the judge said gently.

  “And Ms. Becker has ample resources to leave the country at any time,” Ms. Davies continued. “We believe she has multiple identities, provided to her by Margo Tremblay.”

  “Your honor, because Ms. Davies believes it does not make it true,” Mr. Clark rebutted.

  “I tend to agree,” the judge stated. “In four days we will return here to discuss bail. If the Canadians have not responded to your request in that time, I’m letting Ms. Becker out on bond. I may expect you to drop the charges if you can’t tie Arianna Becker to Florian Desjardin.”

  Arianna looked solemn as she turned toward Vince and Jordan. And then she winked. “I wasn’t fingerprinted,” Arianna whispered to Mr. Clark. He nodded, but showed no emotion.

  “Follow me, Ms. Becker, and I’ll take you back to dress and they’ll process you at the jail.” Sam put his hand on her shoulder and tried to lead her away. But she stood and turned toward Jordan. He looked like he was about to lose his mind.

  She walked toward him and hugged him. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “They have nothing.”

  “Please be safe,” he whispered.

  Then she hugged Vince. “We love you,” he whispered. She nodded to both of them, and when she reached the door she turned to wave. They both stood and stared, watching her leave.

  The other women in the cells applauded and yelled out to her as she walked past. Apparently her reputation as the Sex Offender Killer had preceded her. She tried to show no emotion, but by the time she was in her cell she was overcome. She sat down on her small cot and cried. Not because she was stuck in there. She was sure she would be out in four days anyway. But because they were yelling things like they loved her, and they were proud of her. She wondered how many of these women had been sexually assaulted.

  She thought about what Sam Clark said to her in the interrogation room. How many women had been injured that way? She had never thought of the victims of her victims. She had only thought about Jasmine, and how she had been tortured and killed. But each one of the monsters that she put to death had victims, and they had families and loved ones. By the time they opened her door and told her it was time for lunch, she was a blubbering mess.

  She followed the other women in a single file line into the huge cafeteria, and when she entered once again she was cheered by the other inmates. The guards yelled out for everyone to be quiet or they wouldn’t get lunch, and she felt bad again. She didn’t want her presence to cause a disruption in their daily lives. She wouldn’t be there that long, and she didn’t want them to get punished for something that was her fault.

  But as she sat at a table alone, slowly the other women approached her. “I was molested by my step-dad,” one of them said. And another stated it was her grandfather, and another said her mother’s boyfriend had raped her when she was a child. Arianna was near tears again when lunch was over. She hadn’t eaten anything at all.

  She returned to her cell quietly, and began to cry again. Not for herself, but for these other women.

  Vince wanted to stay with Jordan, but he claimed he had class that afternoon. “What time should I expect you back,” Vince wondered.

  “About 3:30,” Jordan said, but he was evasive. He refused to meet Vince’s eyes. Vince knew he was planning something, he just wasn’t sure what.

  So Vince sat on Jordan’s comfortable couch and watched the news. Several hundred women had gathered outside the jail where Arianna was housed. They carried signs that said things like “Free Arianna,” and “Death Penalty for Repeat Offenders.” He changed the channel again, and he saw video of Arianna’s hearing. Thankfully there were no shots of Vince and Jordan, except for when she hugged them, and he could see them from behind.

  He knew it was time. He picked up his phone and dialed the number. “Hello, Ms. Becker. I’m Arianna’s friend, Vince. How can I help you get here?” She cried on the other end, and was inconsolable. But he offered to wire her money, whatever she needed to get here to be with her daughter.

  “Just tell me where she is,” Ari’s mother said.

  “I’ll pick you up at the airport,” he offered.

  “I’m sorry, b
ut I don’t know you. You could be a reporter,” she countered.

  Vince grinned. It was obvious where Arianna got her spunk. “I’ll give you the address of her apartment. When you get there call this number. I’ll let you in.”

  “Thank you,” she said when she hung up the phone.

  Then Vince paced the floor as he thought of Ari. He saw ultra-handsome Sam Clark on the television, discussing Ari’s undoubted innocence. “This nonsense that Arianna Becker is the Sex Offender Killer or the Executioner as some are calling her is just ludicrous. Please don’t call her things like that. To name her is to assume her guilt. She’s innocent,” he claimed. And then with his next breath he added, “But if she is guilty, she deserves a medal.”

  Vince was going crazy. He was injured so he couldn’t exercise his frustrations away. He couldn’t actually get out in the field and help her. He was just so useless with his arm in the sling. He wanted to punch the wall. No, what he wanted was Arianna and Jordan in his bed for hours, and to fuck them both until none of them could move. He leaned his head back, put his hands down his pants, and thought about how good it was finally going to feel when he could fuck them both whenever he wanted. When Jordan finally realized that he wanted Vince, he was going to fuck him senseless. He imagined Arianna sucking Jordan while he took his tight ass from behind, and he creamed all over himself.

  Vince dozed off, and when he woke up at 4 he was starving, and Jordan wasn’t home. More women were standing out in front of the jail now, carrying signs and shouting. There were nearly a thousand angry women screaming for Ari’s release.

  Vince made his way to the fridge to get a bottle of water and saw Jordan’s bag with his books sitting on the table. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? Why had he lied? Where was he?

  He climbed into Arianna’s SUV and drove to Jordan’s office. He saw Jordan’s SUV in his parking spot. He made his way down to Jordan’s lair. All he needed to do was flash his badge. The door to his office was a little trickier; it was locked with a key card. He was sure Jordan could get into it without the card, but that didn’t help him right now. So he knocked. And when Jordan didn’t answer, he knocked louder. He continued to knock until Jordan finally opened the door.

  “What are you doing here,” Vince demanded. “You said you were going to class.”

  “Maybe I didn’t want you to know what I was doing.” Jordan was angry.

  “Why not,” Vince demanded. Jordan turned away from him. “Why not Jordan?”

  Vince turned toward the many monitors, and saw what Jordan was doing. He tracked every member of the team that arrested Arianna. He tracked Selena Davies. And he had Colonel White’s phone records on the bottom center screen.

  “Jordan, White warned you not to tamper with his case,” Vince growled.

  “I don’t care,” Jordan countered loudly. “I am going to do what I need to do to get her out. I don’t care if I have to blackmail the president.”

  “Jordan, calm down,” Vince tried to soothe him. “Just stop this and come home.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do.” Jordan sounded nearly hysterical. “I have to get her out of there.”

  “I told you she’s fine, damn it. Why don’t you trust me?” They were yelling at each other now.

  “I have to help her,” Jordan yelled.

  Vince closed his eyes, and counted to ten. But when he opened them again Vince had returned to his tablet. He was obsessed. Vince tried to wrap his arm around his shoulder, but he shoved him away. So he put his hand out and shoved Jordan, which put him flat against the door. “Jordan, you have to calm down.”

  “How,” Jordan sobbed. “How am I supposed to calm down?” Vince remembered how he’d calmed himself down earlier. And he decided then that’s what Jordan needed. And he took the step to close the gap between them, and he kissed him.

  He kissed him gently but firmly. Jordan froze. His hands remained at his side, and his eyes remained wide open. Vince moaned in the back of his throat as he rubbed his crotch against Jordan’s. Jordan resisted for several minutes as Vince used his tongue to try to part his lips. Jordan didn’t shake his head, he didn’t say no. And he didn’t try to push Vince away.

  Vince moved his hand to Jordan’s hip and pulled him closer. Jordan’s eyes closed. Vince wrapped his arm around the small of Jordan’s back, and shoved his pelvis into the younger man’s.

  And then Jordan parted his lips. He knew deep inside him that Vince wanted him on a physical level. He knew that Vince had sex with men and women. And a small part of him wanted Vince too. He wanted to touch his big body, and be held by his strong arms. Jordan’s hands went out to Vince’s chest as his tongue plunged into his mouth. He rubbed his hands up and down over his chest, and Vince moaned again when he brushed over his nipples. He loved to lick and taste and pinch Ari’s because he loved her reaction, so he tried it on Vince. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and his fingers found his tight little buds, already erect like the rest of him.

  Vince moaned even louder. So Jordan pulled away from his kiss and attached his mouth to the tiny, sensitive nubs. Vince cried out then, a short sweet call of desire.

  “Unbutton your pants,” Vince ordered. Jordan didn’t hesitate. He quickly dropped them down around his ankles. And then Vince dropped to his knees. He hadn’t done this since… He didn’t want to think about that now. But since he became an adult, and realized that his looks and his body made him desirable, he became the taker. He took what he wanted, demanded that men and women give him blow jobs or hand jobs, and spread their legs for his hard cock.

  But with Arianna, and now with Jordan, he wanted to give the pleasure. He wanted them both to ache with it. And when Vince put his hand around the base of Jordan’s manhood and licked around the head, Jordan’s hands went straight to Vince’s thick wavy hair. Vince moaned as he remembered…

  Stop, he told himself. This wasn’t about him. This was about Jordan. He took just the head in his mouth, and sucked it lightly. His tongue wrapped itself around, and around, until Jordan gasped loudly. It was true what they said that no one knew a man’s body better than another man. Vince released Jordan’s penis and held it tight in his mouth as his hand went out to caress his balls lightly. He wished for the millionth time that day that his arm wasn’t injured, because then he could hold it and rub it as he massaged his sensitive sac. But this would have to do, for now.

  He cupped them in his palm as his mouth took more of his long shaft. He used his middle finger, just the tip, to rub the area between his balls and his ass. Jordan’s hips thrust into Vince, shoving him farther into his mouth. He felt the head at the back of his throat. He knew what to do. He’d done it so many times. He stuck out his tongue and tipped his head back, and Jordan thrust all of him inside. The back of his throat opened up for him, and he moaned when he felt his nose against the flat, hairless tummy.

  Jordan didn’t want to enjoy it, but it felt so different from what Arianna did with her mouth. She teased it, played with it, but Vince knew what he was doing and took him to a different place in his mind. He couldn’t think about anything but how far, how deep he was inside Vince. And he wanted more. He wanted…

  “Rub it,” Jordan insisted. “Take it out of your mouth and rub it.” Vince nodded and slowly slid off it, until just the head was in his mouth. He lightly raked his teeth over the super sensitive spot as it popped out of his mouth. And then he jacked it, hard and fast. Jordan panted, his chest expanding and contracting with each breath. And then Vince slowed down. He held it just at the base, and rubbed the head against his lips.

  Jordan growled deep in his throat. “Do it,” he insisted. “Get me off.”

  “No,” Vince whispered. He didn’t want it to be that easy. He wanted to drag it out, tease him, and slowly build to the orgasm. And his own erection was so big and hard that it strained against his pants.

  “Please,” Jordan urged.

  “No, you have to get me off too,” Vince demanded. “Or I stop.” He smiled when
Jordan let out a tortured groan.

  “Whatever you want,” Jordan sighed.

  He lay back on the floor and ordered, “Take off my pants.” Jordan stepped out of his, and he was on his knees in front of Vince. He’d dressed and undressed Vince before, so he didn’t think about it, he just did it. “Take it,” Vince said. Jordan leaned forward, braced himself on one forearm, and grabbed Vince’s cock with the other hand.

  It felt better than he expected. His back arched, and his chest expanded. Every nerve ending tingled when Jordan slipped his hand from the head to the base. He did it again, slowly, over and over. And when he felt Jordan’s other hand on his balls his entire body jerked, pushing him off the ground. Jordan chuckled at his reaction, and cupped them and massaged them as Vince had done to him.

  “God, that is perfect,” Vince moaned. His voice was gravelly. His hand slipped into Jordan’s hair and pulled his mouth toward it. Jordan opened up and took it. His mouth was so wet, and it slid in easily. “That feels so fucking good. Move up here,” he insisted.

  Jordan didn’t understand what he meant for a moment. When he did figure it out, he twisted his body around and put one knee on either side of Vince’s shoulders. Vince didn’t know if he could take it like that, it was so big. But he held the base with his right hand, and then it was down his throat again. He pumped it with his hand and moved his neck up and down.

  He thought he was doing something right as Jordan’s mouth was all the way at the base of his cock. One hand held the base tight, and the other went back to his balls, and lower. He shoved a finger inside him, and Vince thrust wildly. That caused Jordan to shove himself in deeper, and harder, and faster. And suddenly he shot his load down the back of Vince’s throat. He kept doing it, for minutes, until he was drained. He relaxed, but he realized he was probably smothering Vince. And Vince hadn’t came yet.

  He moved around him until his knees were again between Vince’s legs. He shoved two fingers inside Vince, and pumped his cock hard. Vince stared into his eyes, and mumbled about how good it felt, how beautiful Jordan was, and how much he loved him. “I love you too,” Jordan said softly. Vince growled loudly and shot his load onto his stomach. Jordan pumped until Vince screamed for him to stop. Then he curled his body against Vince’s, and closed his eyes.