The two of them stay there, still merged, panting as they came down from their high. Leslie's body shivered as Warren leaned down and kissed up her spine before biting on the back of her neck. Lying down onto the bed, he held her tight to him, kissing and caressing her. For a moment, she enjoyed the sensation of him being next to her and the contentment of the incredible orgasm he had given her.
Turning in his arms, she reached out and stroked his face, kissing him softly. "Every night should be like tonight."
"It can be, and it will be. Leslie, you are my world. I love you so much," Warren whispered before kissing her softly. His fingers combed through her messy hair, and he continued to pepper her face and neck with kisses.
"I feel bad for our food. It has to have gotten cold by now." Leslie moaned as he rolled into her, letting him wrap his arms around her.
"How about this? You stay there and I will go heat it up and bring it up to us. That way when we finish eating we can go for round two. I have missed making love to you. Give me just a couple of minutes." He gave her one more kiss then headed out of the room.
The moment he was gone, Leslie got up and snatched open the drawer in her bedside table to pull out her gun. Not wanting to do this completely naked, she rushed over to the bathroom and threw on her robe. Heart pounding and palms sweating, she positioned herself so she could shoot the moment he opened the door. She had never fired a gun, but she was sure it couldn't be that difficult. With her hands shaking, she listened intently as he made his way back up the stairs. In and out she worked to slow her breathing.
When the door opened, she pulled the trigger, her eyes closing not wanting to see the result of her actions. Tears started to form in her eyes a moment before she was tackled back. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? You trying to kill me?"
Her eyes shooting open, she fell to the ground with Warren on top of her. Another round fired from the gun as Warren struggled with her to get the gun away from her. She kicked and pushed, trying to get him off her, but he was much stronger than her. He slammed her hand against the floor over and over until her fingers gave way, and the gun fell free. Snatching her away, he lifted her up and threw her against the bed.
"You are such a little bitch! You think you can kill me. Well, you can fucking get over yourself. You are mine. You will always be mine." His fingers gripped tight around her neck, suffocating the air from her. "You are going to marry me and be my wife and have my children. Learn to like it."
"I am never going to marry you. You will have to kill me too!" Leslie cried, not thinking about the repercussions of her words.
"Oh no, I'm not going to kill you. But I will make sure you learn to love me. You are mine, Leslie." He pulled her higher up on the bed. Pulling her robe tie free, he used it to secure her to the bed.
"You have my child inside of you. Don't you dare ever threaten that again. Remember, I can have you sent to prison, or is that what you want?" Warren growled, squeezing her throat tighter. "Now tell me you love me."
"Fuck you," Leslie croaked with what little breath she had in her.
"You do, all the time, and quite nicely." He chuckled, leaning in to lick the side of her face. "Remember how loud you were just screaming for me a moment ago. Only I make you feel that way. Kill me and that will be the end of all of it. No more of my cock, no more life for you. Hell, you will probably end up joining me and Adam in Hell."
Slapping her across the face, he got off the bed and got dressed. Anger and uncontrollable crying came from Leslie as she tried to think of what to do. She worked hard, wiggling her wrists to free them from the robe tie. Leslie had to get free from this or there was no telling what Warren would do to her. The whole time she wiggled and moved she kept her eyes on Warren, wanting to make sure he didn't notice what she was doing. It took her a few minutes to finally get free of the tie. Warren was just buttoning his jeans.
Leslie jumped from the bed and pushed Warren as best she could, wanting to try to get away from him. Naked and unarmed, she raced through the door and down the stairs, praying she wouldn't fall. Behind her, she could hear Warren chasing after her. At the foot of the stairs, he caught her and slammed her against the wall. "You aren't going anywhere. Now stop acting like a fucking cunt!"
He took her head and slammed it against the wall, making her dizzy, and her vision blurred. As he pressed in tighter to her, she could feel the gun pressed between them. All she needed was enough space to grab it. She pushed and fought with all her might, but she couldn't get any leverage on him. With horror, she watched him lift his hand to hit her again, knowing this blow would more than likely knock her out. That was when the front door crashed open.
Chapter Thirty-One
The front door slammed open, startling both Warren and Leslie. Warren turned long enough to see Sharron burst through the door. Leslie's eyes grew wide, and she screamed out to her friend. "Get out of here! Sharron! No!"
Warren tossed Leslie to the side, slamming her into the banister of the stairs, before he charged toward where Sharron stood.
"You are not going to get away with this, you stupid prick!" Sharron called out, rushing toward Warren. Leslie watched from the floor, too dizzy to lift herself.
"Prick, am I? You didn't think that when I used to fuck you. Seems you only started caring about what happened to Leslie when I stopped ramming my cock in you," Warren growled, shoving Sharron away before punching her in the face. Leslie screamed out as she watched her best friend get knocked down to the ground. "No one is going to take this away from me. Not you. Not her. She is mine!"
"You are a sick bastard. Your whole family is full of twisted fucks. You and your brother," Sharron shot back, spitting blood from her mouth.
Warren rewarded her words with a swift kick to her abdomen, forcing her to curl over in pain. Leslie knew if she stayed on the ground, Sharron would die. She had to get up and do something, but the world around her was spinning and making her sick. Summoning what willpower she had, she lifted herself up and began to hobble down the hall toward them. There wasn't much between her and them. Warren had been one to keep the hall clear of things. The only thing there was a small table he threw his wallet and keys on, but that was farther past where Warren stood.
Leslie's only hope was to get that gun from him before he killed her best friend. Slow even breaths lifted and fell from her chest. Warren continued a steady pace of kicking and punching Sharron, beating her into the ground with all the fury he had built up in him. Leslie was sure he was taking his anger at her out on her best friend. She caught him on a back swing, and reaching, she managed to pull the gun out of his pants and cock it.
"Get away from her!" Leslie screamed, pointing the gun at his head. She was close enough to him that she didn't doubt she would be able to kill him. Sharron groaned on the floor next to them as Warren stood up straight and turned to face her.
"You aren't going to shoot me. You love me too much," Warren chuckled, holding his hands up as if to surrender to her. Leslie was sure it was all a ruse to throw her off, and she took a step back to put a little more distance between them.
Sirens could be heard in the distance, and she was sure they were headed toward them. The smart thing for her to do would be to let the police get there and have them take him away, but she couldn't risk it. If what he had said was true, she would end up going down with him. At least if she pulled the trigger, she would be going down for something she actually did. "I hate you. I will always hate you, and you don't deserve the chance to fuck up anything else in my life. Go to Hell, Warren!"
This time she didn't close her eyes. Her finger tightened on the trigger, and the world slowed down. Part of her felt like she had stepped outside of her body and was watching everything from the outside. The bullet struck Warren straight in the chest and sent him flying back, slamming against the small table by the door. His hand clutched to the wound as he looked up at her, light quickly fading from his eyes.
"You will always love me. I g
ave you your dream." Warren's last words stabbed straight into Leslie's heart a moment before she collapsed onto the ground in hysterics.
Her whole world was gone as the gun fell from her hand, and naked and shaking, she curled in on herself screaming and crying. Police came rushing in through the door, guns brandished and pointed, but there was no one for them to fire at. Leslie could faintly hear someone calling out orders, but it all seemed distant and foreign to her.
Someone came to her and wrapped her in a blanket. Another person had her lay down on a gurney saying something about getting her to the hospital. Her mind raced with everything that had happened. Tears fell freely from her eyes wondering if Sharron would be all right, but more importantly if her baby would survive. Those evil words Warren spoke to her made her hate herself and everything even more. However, the darkness took her before she even made it to the hospital, giving her a little bit of peace, at least for those few moments.
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Officer Marker sat by her bedside with his little notebook and wrote down everything she told him. It had been a couple of days since that fateful night; it had taken her that long to be in any kind of condition to be questioned.
"You have all of the letters? Why didn't you bring them in?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
Leslie took a sip of water. Everything still hurt, but she was healing up better than Sharron. "I don't know. I think I was so clouded by what was happening that I didn't realize what they meant."
"What about the girl, Vivian. Do you think she had anything to do with Adam's death or what happened to you?" the officer asked next as he continued to write his notes.
"I honestly don't know. Warren led me to believe that her child is Adam's, but then he said things that made me think he was sleeping with her, too. I really don't know any more. It's like everything I thought I knew was a lie." Leslie found herself crying again.
"Please don't cry. I am just trying to get the facts. You have been through a lot, Mrs. Finn ..." Officer Marker said, reaching over to take her hand.
"Bradshaw. Please, call me Ms. Bradshaw. I don't think I ever want to be associated with the Finn family again," Leslie said, looking out the window.
She had been told Sharron would be all right, but she had several broken bones and internal injuries. It would take some time in the hospital before her friend was back on her feet. Warren, of course, had been killed by the bullet she had fired into his chest. Leslie wasn't sure if she was comfortable with the fact she had killed someone, and they had called in a psychologist to talk her through it.
"I understand, Ms. Bradshaw. I know this is difficult for you, but when you are feeling better, we are going to need a full statement. There is going to be an investigation, but I will try to make it as painless as possible. Please just try to get some rest and heal up. I'm sorry about your friend." Officer Marker stood and pulled out his card, leaving it on the little bedside table.
"Thank you. I will call you soon. I promise," Leslie whispered, picking up the card and reading it. She had his card somewhere from before, but she was glad he had given it to her again. Something told her she wasn't going to be in the mood to go through her things back at home.
"Oh, I heard you are pregnant. Congratulations on that. I heard the nursing staff say that the baby was still healthy," he said, giving her a sweet smile.
Leslie put her hand on her stomach, and a small twitch of her lips curved up. The baby might have been the only good thing to come out of the last six years of her life. Everything else had turned into a twisted lie. Her husband had been cheating on her, his brother had tricked her into loving him, and she had lost sight of any sort of her own identity. "Thank you, Officer. I'm glad the baby is doing well."
Officer Marker gave her a nod before leaving the room. Slowly Leslie turned to look out of the window. Outside, the sun was shining and birds were singing—it was the perfect day. No one beyond her room knew anything of the horror she had just gone through. The papers had even glossed over it to keep from destroying SkyFinn Marketing.
When she had awoken, Leslie had called her parents. They were on their way to help her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do from there, but one thing she did know was that whatever it was, she would be doing it for herself and her child. She had given too much of her life being some man's house servant. From that day forward, her life belonged to her.
Other Works by Cherron Riser
Defying Destiny
Wisps of Beltane- Wheel of the Year Anthology Volume 1
A SLICE of Truth- SLICE Book 1
Kisses and Revenge
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About the Author
Cherron Riser was born in Dothan, Alabama on November 2, 1983. With her family being military, she spent a lot of her early childhood traveling all over the country, giving her a lot of new and different experiences she would not otherwise have been given. When she turned ten, however, her family settled in the small town of Ozark, Alabama where she finished her high school career.
After high school, Cherron began college, however she also found herself in love with her old high school crush. The two of them were married in July of 2002, and welcomed their first child in October of 2003, after moving to Knoxville, Tennessee. In December 2008 the welcomed their second child and found themselves headed back to Alabama. They have now been married for over thirteen years, and Cherron has returned to school to finish what she had started all those years ago.
All through her life Cherron has been drawn to the arts. As a child she danced and sang all of the time, often driving her family crazy. During middle school, a group of friends and Cherron started "The Outcast" a club established for building a love of writing. Once the club was formed, Cherron was never seen without a spiral notebook and pen. She wrote daily, developing silly stories for her friends. After high school, Cherron began to write more serious stories and develop more original plot lines. It is a talent and love Cherron has developed over the years, filling her computer with story after story.
As an author, Cherron began her career as a self published author, releasing the book Defying Destiny in March of 2015. She gives a lot of credit to her husband, children, and friends for inspiring her characters and worlds and looks forward to showing them to all of her readers in the near future. Cherron can often be seen at conventions, both for readers and for geeks, as she is and will always be a geek herself, and proud of it.
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