Bad Boy

by Jordan Silver

  I waited until her breathing grew deep and her body relaxed in slumber before slipping from the bed. In the downstairs bathroom I cleaned and bandaged my hand flexing my fingers to test their dexterity. Should be good enough for what I had to do. Sneaking back up the stairs I took one last look at her lying curled on her side, the pillow I’d just left clasped to her chest. Turning away I headed down the stairs and out the back, it was best that I walk this one.

  Chapter 24

  Jake

  I stayed to the back roads for the twenty blocks or so it took me to get to where I was going. The night was clear with not a cloud in the sky. And though it was a quiet, upscale neighborhood I kept my hoodie pulled down as low as it would go, walking as swiftly as possible without looking too suspicious. It was the middle of the night so most places were in complete darkness, only a few had the glare of a television showing through the shades.

  I reached my destination and pulled my backpack around front to get what I needed. It took less than five seconds to get through the security and five more to pick the lock on the door. There was a soft glow coming from what I assumed was the living room. I’d never been here before but I knew enough to know who the occupants were. That was the only problem, getting around the witness. I have no wish to end an innocent life but neither do I wish to spend the rest of my days in a federal prison. I felt my way along the wall until I reached the stairs. I tested each one for noise before stepping up. There were four rooms on the second floor so using my keen senses I deciphered which one I was looking for and headed in that direction.

  I eased the door open and went in low assessing the situation. The two occupants slept on their sides with their backs facing, one snoring. Reaching into my pocket I retrieved the syringe with the sleeping aid, better safe than sorry. She barely made a sound when I slipped the needle into her arm but I didn’t wait for it to take effect; in and out.

  Making my way around to the other side of the bed I pulled the fucker out of it by his neck. “Get up you fuck.” He fumbled around between sleep and wake as I dragged him from the room out the door and down the stairs. “Who are you, what’re you doing in my house?” I pulled the hoodie off right before punching him in the throat and crushing his larynx. While he clutched at his throat and stumbled around I pulled my weapon of choice from the black leather backpack. I had no need to speak to the asshole, besides he’d never be able to utter another word in his fucking life anyway so what’s the point? As he laid on his living room floor trying to breathe I stood over him and lifting the high powered nail gun shot him in both hands and knees exactly where I knew they would do the most good. I chose nails instead of bullets for the obvious reason that this fuck had tried to put nails in my wife’s head. I guess I had something to say to him after all. “Fuck you.” I turned and walked away as the stench of his body’s release filled the air. Pulling my phone as I left I called Supe.

  “You’ve got clean up, the wife should be out for another few hours.” I could hear movement on his end which sounded like he was getting out of bed. “Shit Jake he breathing?”

  “Barely.” I hung up since there was no more left to be said. He got what he wanted, Samuels was still alive. The fact that he would never walk, talk, or use his hands again was gonna have to be enough for me. That and the destruction of his name after I get through digging up all the shit he’d been up to.

  I jogged back through the streets towards home only instead of going around back I headed towards the front. The van was just where I expected it to be, hidden out of sight. These fuckers forgot I trained them. I walked up and knocked on the side window and almost scared Hector to death. He rolled down the window with a grin. “Hey boss, nice evening isn’t it?” I looked inside to see all of them, except the pregnant one thank goodness. At least her husband had some control over her after all.

  “My ass Hector you hardheaded fucks can go home now.” They looked around at each other and then all eyes turned to me. I didn’t need to give them any explanations they knew. They nodded in unison and I turned and jogged back up my driveway to home and my wife.

  Epilogue

  Jacqueline

  “Jake’s gonna have a conniption fit.” I looked around the room at all the chaos and clutter, and the people scattered around my living room. My mom was one of those people which made me smile. After Jake had taken over my inheritance because I kept dragging my feet he found out that daddy had been stealing from me for years among other things. He’d told me only once ‘stay out of it’ and had proceeded to destroy the man that had made my life a living hell. Daddy was now incarcerated, the sheriff’s department had been completely overhauled with quite a few of the old members now sitting behind bars for accepting bribes and using their office to terrorize the small town. Things that I hadn’t even been aware of had come to light. It had gotten so bad that the government had sent in their own team of men to take over until honest men and women could be found to replace them.

  Jake had given mom the choice of whether or not she wanted to stay there alone, move somewhere else, or come to our town. Since the new baby was coming she’d opted to be near us, and her grandchild. She’d found a house not far from us and was very happy there. She wasn’t the same cowed woman I’d always known though she still sometimes looked to Jake for direction. He was very patient with her and the two of them had formed a bond, only after I’d spent months convincing him that she hadn’t really played a part in the way my life had been and that even if she did she was as much under daddy’s control as I had been. He’s not the most forgiving sort so that argument hadn’t held much sway but eventually he’d started coming around.

  My due date was just a week or so away and according to my husband I wasn’t allowed to do anything more than sit somewhere quietly until he got home in the evenings. “Melissa Troy’s trying to eat the eggs again.” I laughed at the antics of her little boy who was toddling around the room after filching yet another Easter egg from the table and going off to hide. “He’s just like his dad, greedy; give me that you little pig.” She took the pastel blue egg and placed it back in the basket. Linda and Mindy were in charge of hiding the eggs later around the property for Andrew’s classmates to find tomorrow on the Easter egg hunt that we’d organized. Before Jake left this morning he’d told me in no uncertain terms that I was to do nothing, to let the others do it all and they were supposed to do it at Linda’s place. Where I couldn’t be because I was no longer allowed to drive according to him and no one else was allowed to drive me anywhere but him. Did I mention that he’s gone off the deep end?

  Somehow everyone had gravitated over here anyway and in the end they’d just gone ahead and used our kitchen. There were at least six-dozen eggs that had been boiled and dip dyed. Now we were stenciling little pictures onto the sides. I didn’t know we would make such a mess and Jake was due home any minute so there was no way to clean up or hide the evidence before he got here. To the average sane person painting eggs will not be seen as a taxing exercise but to my husband who seemed to have lost his mind in the last few weeks it would be the equivalent of lifting stone slabs of concrete to build a wall. I’ve never heard so many don’ts in my life. If it were up to him I would only breathe while lying flat on my back and that’s about it. The only time he let me move is when we were in bed and even there he had tried to curb his enthusiasm, thank goodness that hadn’t worked out. He was fascinated with my body, he’d spend hours playing with my growing stomach which always led to more fun times for me.

  Life had pretty much evened out after the whole bomb scare. The next morning when I’d woken up I noticed a difference in Jake. He was overly attentive and sweet, not that he hadn’t been before but for the next few weeks he all but smothered me and I noticed that he would bite his tongue a lot when I did things he didn’t approve of. So of course I pushed the envelope because I kinda missed his bossy take-charge ways. I didn’t let on that I knew what he was doing. He felt guilty about the whole situation and
his way of making up for it was to let me get away with murder basically. You would think I would appreciate that after living with a tyrant my whole life but I found myself missing his growled orders. I wanted to bash him in the head when I purposely disobeyed him one day and all he did was leave the room. I gave a lot of thought on what to do to bring him back to his senses and found the perfect thing.

  Mindy decided that she Linda and I needed a girl’s night out so we went shopping. I bought the skimpiest most scandalous dress I could find. Of course I bought the dress that I was really going to wear that night because I wouldn’t be caught dead in the thing in public, but I needed to get a rise out of Jake. I bit off more than I could chew that night though, though the memory still makes me blush.

  “Where is it that you three are going again?” I was putting on my makeup while wearing a thong and thigh highs. I’d already put on four-inch heels because I was setting the scene so to speak. My heart was beating a hole in my chest because there was no telling how he would react to what I had planned. If he didn’t do anything this time I was at a lost as to what to do next. “It’s a club, you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your mom can watch Andrew.” Andrew had formed an attachment to Jake in the last few weeks since we’d moved them into the condo. The two of them were a sight, the big gruff biker with his shadow walking behind mimicking everything he did. Jake was so kind and patient with him it gave me goose bumps. I couldn’t wait to see him with our own kids some day. I’d missed a period but haven’t said anything as yet because my body has done that before due to stress, but I was hopeful.

  I walked over to the closet and removed the dress I’d kept hidden from sight and stepped into it out of his view. When I walked back into the room I pretended not to hear his indrawn breath. I held mine waiting to see what he would do and was about to give up hope when a few seconds slipped by without a word. But then I’d felt his hands on me and the next thing I knew the dress was torn in half and lying in a heap at my feet. “What’s your second choice?” I looked over my shoulder at him with my mouth hanging open, his face looked like a thundercloud. It was all I could do not to break into laughter but that would spoil the whole plan. “Jake…” He pushed me back against the wall and put his hand around my throat. Uh oh, maybe I’d gone too far. “Where the fuck did you get that shit? Did you really think you were gonna walk out of here in that?” I tried calming him down but he was off and running. “I’ve let you get away with shit because I was trying to show you how much I love and appreciate you and you’ve done plenty in the last few weeks to push my buttons but this is the fucking limit. You’re not going anywhere now, in fact it would be a fucking miracle if you ever leave this house without me again if that’s the type of shit you’re gonna be wearing.” He didn’t stop there either, after ranting and raving he’d called Mindy and told her to go on ahead without me. I’m sure she’d understood because I’d let her in on what I was doing but she’d given him a hard time on the phone and he’d hung up on her.

  “Get over here.” I wanted to run and jump on him but I couldn’t seem too obvious. He’d just torn my new dress I had to show him how pissed I was. I walked as slowly as I could over to where he now stood next to the bed. “Why did you tear my dress Jake? I’m not a kid you can’t tell me what to wear.” I thought for sure he’d pop a gasket at that one. His nose flared, his fists clenched and he gritted his teeth. He pulled me into him and sat on the bed dragging me over his knees. “You…do…not…wear…what…I…tell…you…not…to... fuck.” Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. “Jake cut it out.” There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. “Don’t you fucking move or it’s gonna be your ass.” I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from behind and started cumming immediately. After he’d made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had left on my ass before kneeling and slamming into me. I arched my back taking him deeper inside. He’d kept up his lecture but I heard about half of what he said. I was too busy enjoying the pummeling of my life. He took me all night that night, throwing me around the bed like a rag doll from one position to the next. I was a very sore but extremely happy girl after that. Suffice it to say I had my husband back and was ready to strangle him within the week.

  Jake

  “I have to get going boys Jacqueline’s time is near and I don’t like leaving her alone in the evenings.” We were wrapping up the last case we’d just taken care of, human trafficking into slavery. What the fuck? We’d saved men, women and children from a fate almost certainly worst than death. Supe was gonna have his hands full explaining to the powers that be how it was that an Op that had gone off without a hitch had culminated in the deaths of three traffickers and their boss who hadn’t even been on scene.

  “She’s not alone I just spoke to Melissa they’re all over there doing that egg thing.” Shit, my fucking wife doesn’t listen for shit. I distinctly remember telling her hardheaded ass not to do that shit. She’s due any day and the doc said she was carrying low whatever the fuck that meant. I understood it to mean she should be staying off her fucking feet and not running up and down painting fucking eggs. I grabbed my keys without another word and headed out of the office. At least they waited until they thought I’d made it to the elevators before breaking into laughter. Disrespectful fucks, everyone thinks I’m over reacting about the whole pregnancy deal but I saw that morning sickness shit and what it did to her. Not to mention the horror movie the sadist at the Lamaze class deal had shown. I’d almost threatened to have her ass arrested but Jacqueline said it was perfectly natural to show a room full of pregnant women that gruesome shit. Sick fuckery if you ask me.

  The baby was coming along well in her tummy which was nice and round on her small frame. I think she looked sexy as fuck and the reaction of my dick when I walk in the house every evening and see her sitting in one of her tight tops that shows off her bump is testament to that fact. Far from curtailing our bedroom theatrics this pregnancy deal has amped things up a little. She likes having me inside her every chance she gets and she has her sneaky little ways of getting what she wants. If I’m in my home office working on something and she gets hot she’d come in and give me a little show, which would make my cock hard enough to pound nails. Then I’d bend her over my desk and fuck the shit out of her until we were both happy and I could get back to what I was doing.

  After the situation with Samuels I’d decided to take it easy on her. I gave her more leeway though it drove me insane. I’m one of those fuckers that need to possess what’s mine. I needed to be in control at all times, it was the only way I could keep her safe. But I’d throttled back and given her some space. She’d put paid to that shit with the dress thing. It had taken me a few days of her walking around with the cat that ate the canary smile on her face to realize she’d played me but I let her have that one.

  Samuels the fuck was in a prison infirmary in one of the worst prisons in the country. I’d pulled some strings to get that done but I didn’t want him doing his time in some cushy hole somewhere fuck that. For trying to fuck with my wife his ass was now mine for the rest of his miserable life. Some days Supe swears he should’ve just let me kill the fuck, especially after I’d found a way to have it leaked in his new home that he was an ex cop, oops. He’d been stripped of everything by the time I was done. Now he was a non-talking cripple in a wheel chair who had no way of telling anyone who’d fucked his shit up. As long as the fuck’s mind still worked I was satisfied, he should live everyday with the memory of how he got there.

  Her sperm donor was another asshole I’d put behind bars. He and his band of dirty cops weren’t faring much better. I’d made su
re his wife got everything that was left when the smoke cleared. He wouldn’t be needing t where he was and since there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of him ever seeing the light of day again his wife and daughter had benefited. It helped that he’d built up his wealth by using his wife’s inheritance in the first place the piece a shit. So the judge had seen no problem with giving her back what was rightfully hers. Now she’s under my care as well though it had taken me a minute to warm up to her. Seeing her with my wife and her excitement over my son had gone a long way to assuaging any hard feelings I’d held against her. In the end she was just one more in a long line of people whose sole purpose in life seemed to be helping my wife find new ways to send me to an early grave.

  Now I have to go deal with this shit, no doubt my house would be full of women doing who knows what to the shit. She listens when she feels like it these days because I can’t beat her ass and I hate giving her the cold shoulder which she seems to see as the worst of the two.

  I roared my bike down the drive and parked before running up the steps. Just as I expected my house was full of people. I saw my little sneak trying to slip away while the others smiled and acted like they were supposed to be there with their shit. “Take it next door ladies.” Jacqueline peeped around the corner at me and I gave her my you’re gonna get it look. “You, find a chair and park it.” I pointed a finger at her; she rolled her eyes but had the good sense to obey me. “Son we’re almost done, it doesn’t make sense to move everything over there now…” Mom was putting the finishing touches on an egg or some shit. Melissa was sitting Indian fashion on the floor doing the same while Linda and Mindy were putting eggs in baskets. “Here babe I think these are the last…oh shit.” You’ve got to be shitting me. My new brother in law of three months headed back into the kitchen with his basket of, I guess more eggs. What a sap, my sister has that poor man so whipped it’s embarrassing; he’s young yet, he’ll learn. “Get it moving people, mom you should know better, she has to stay off her feet.” They all started talking at once, my wife my mom and hers were the loudest of the bunch. “Son it’s okay women have been having babies since the beginning of time…”