Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Growling against her mound, I can feel her walls clenching around my finger. I add a second and let her fall apart, screaming my name as she comes on my face.
“That’s a good wife. Come on me, baby girl,” I say, licking her up.
Just as I adjust her panties and give her ass a slap, her phone rings.
“It’s Crystal.”
“You better get going, beautiful. Have a good day.”
“It’s off to a great start.” She giggles, and I can’t fucking complain. I adjust my raging hard on and walk my wife downstairs, waving at Crystal before giving my wife a kiss goodbye. Once they’re gone, I check for anyone lurking as a force of habit. It’s pretty dead outside for a Monday morning.
Heading back into my office, I take my seat and press play on the cameras to watch the scene unfold. ATF, FBI, and the Dallas Police department came together to make the arrest. They came full bore, slamming the door down, and the sight was beautiful. I chuckle as they bring out an older man who looks worn out, and a woman who is classy yet strung the fuck out in cuffs. They fight, kicking and screaming, embarrassing themselves as they’re dragged to the waiting vehicles.
For weeks I’ve been making sure they had no one to turn to for money, leaking stories and emptying their accounts, not that they had money in them to begin with.
It’s the reason they were so damn eager to sell their daughter off to that old billionaire. Bakersfield was my next target, and the process was a little longer because he had a lot of assets in so many fields. They wanted his assets, and he wanted her like a songbird in a gilded cage. I could rip his heart out and eat it, the bastard.
My revenge on Bakersfield is going to be long and drawn out. The thought of him getting his hands on my wife is disgusting. I had to pluck and pull in so many ways. That’s where it wasn’t just me getting involved.
We have already started cleaning out some of his accounts one at a time, having banks call on debts sooner than necessary and forcing him to put up his hotel into market.
Emiliano Martín, Roxie’s husband, and his hotel partner purchased a large stake in Bakersfield’s hotel on my behalf yesterday. If they can’t find another buyer in six months, I’ll buy the hotel shares they purchased so they won’t eat any loss. He says he owes me for taking care of Roxie when he couldn’t, but that’s just what we do as a family. Still, I appreciate the favor either way.
I sit back and rewind the video, watching her parents get taken away by the police several times with glee.
After the fifth time, I remember that I have more important things to handle, including buying my wife a proper home for our future. We can’t raise our children in this small apartment, and I can’t get her the present I have in mind to fit in this place.
My first call is to Jackson. “Hey, brother. I need to discuss housing options in town.”
“Not a problem. Do you want to pop on down to my office and we can go over them?”
“Sure. I’ll be on my way in an hour. Will that work?” I ask. I’m sure he’s got people in and out of his office. He’s a professional architect and works not only on Steeleville properties as partial owner of the town, but also as the real estate manager of all new buildings in town.
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I’ll get some danishes or something from Penny’s. I’m starving.”
“I have a bunch of them. Although you might want to get coffee. My coffee maker broke this morning. I had to stop off at Morgan’s to get coffee.”
“No problem. Thanks.”
“Get me one too.”
“Okay,” I chuckle, ending the call because I can’t wait to surprise my beautiful wife.
Epilogue
Andi
I cross the threshold after working at the high school. It’s been six weeks since our son was born, and I can’t wait for my husband to ravish me. My darling bestie has been a doll and has taken my handsome son for the day, but I enter the home to the lights off. It’s winter, so the sun sets early. Technically I wasn’t even supposed to be at the school today, but I was giving a special session with the music classes and now I’m upset.
“Elijah? Where are you? What’s going on?” I ask. “Why isn’t the light switch working in here?”
He stalks toward me in the suit he was wearing the night I met him. A smile stretches on my face.
“Wife. I have a little surprise for you. Please follow me.” He takes my hand as he holds a candle and leads me to a large atrium toward the back of the house that I imagined would be a great place for a piano, and in its place is a grand piano. I turn to face my husband.