Chapter 13

Wyatt

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I lucked out and got a postponement on my fight but my handlers were only able to get me a seven-day reprieve and if we didn’t find this guy by then I’d still be in the same predicament.

“There’s one thing we could do to force his hand.”

“What would that be?” I was hanging out in the family room with the boys while Trace was in the kitchen with ma and her girls cooking for an impromptu get together.

When I wasn’t with her I was either training or focused on this guy, as far as I was concerned, I’d wasted more than enough time on him already. If something didn’t give soon I was gonna take her outta school and have her give notice at the judge’s if the bastard didn’t get off his high horse. Of course every time I thought of doing that the guilt ate away at my gut. It was almost as though I was saying my career was more important and nothing could be farther from the truth. Just one more reason for me to hate this hump.

“We could use her as bait, set a trap that we’re sure he can’t resist.”

“Are you fucked in the head? You’re not using my wife as bait. Why don’t you do your job and go find this bitch?”

“Hey your high paid goons haven’t been able to find him either.” He was right about that, no one could find this guy, not even a whiff. He hadn’t tried anything since a few days before the wedding. That’s the last time I intercepted something he’d tried sending to the house as a wedding gift.

Turned out to be something harmless that was tossed.

I had eyes and ears on her at all times when she was out of my sight, which wasn’t that often. But I wasn’t dumb enough to believe this guy had given up and gone away, he’d tried to kill her on a busy street surrounded by about twenty people. I’d studied what little Jace had on him and the things he was suspected of back in his hometown pretty much showed a serial offender.

If he hadn’t killed someone already he was well on his way to it; there was even suspicion of rape in a few unsolved cases. No fucking way I was leaving the state with him on the loose.

We killed the talk when the women came back into the room and spent the rest of the evening goofing off. “I feel guilty.” She was sitting on my lap because she’d had too much to drink thanks to her girl Cris and a rigged game of spades. “Why do you feel guilty? You’re my angel I’m sure you couldn’t possibly have done anything.”

“Yes I did. I saw what the papers are saying and that stupid blonde on that stupid TV show. They think I’m a bad influence on you, that since we got married you’re not as good as you used to be.” I sure wish she wouldn’t watch or read that shit.

“Babe they’re catching at shit because no one knows why I’ve taken time off. Let them say what they want we know better. Besides, I thought I told you about that shit.” I hated her even buying into that shit. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d quit the ring but I would never leave you, does that answer your question?”

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“Hunter.” I looked at the clock before turning my gaze to the sleeping woman next to me. As usual she was sprawled across the sheets boneless from our night of fucking. I’d shaved this evening to give her some relief from rug burn and that shit had tripped both our wires. I love her bare pussy with the protruding mound and fat lips and she couldn’t get enough of my smooth groin. She’d licked every inch of it before swallowing my dick.

We’d fucked like minks all night until about half an hour ago, now somebody was interrupting my beauty sleep. “We’ve got him.” My feet hit the ground running, I didn’t need to ask who ‘he’ was. I recognized the voice of the muscle I’d hired to hunt his ass down.

“Where?”

“You won’t believe it. He’s been sneaking onto your family’s land at the north end of the property. There’s some kind of hunting lodge there, looks like he’s been coming and going for a while the place is a wreck.”

“Anybody else know you’ve cornered him?” I got dressed in the dark and slipped out the door. “No, it’s just him and I here. I didn’t go in yet, thought I’d wait and see what you wanted to do. You want me to call the cops?”

“Nope, I’ll be right there, he tries to leave shoot him, he’s trespassing.” I didn’t give a shit about him trespassing but it was going to work in my favor. Whatever I did to that fucker was justified.

I got there in fifteen minutes and found Tony out back of the old hunter’s lodge. It was as good a place as any to hideout, no one had used the place in ages, not since I was a teen anyway.

It was on a plot of land far enough away from the main house that no one paid it too much mind and was accessible only by a little dirt road that no one remembered.

“What’s he doing?”

“Looks like he’s building something, this guy is weird. It’s almost as if he’s building some sort of nest. All he’s been doing since I put eyes on him is setting up that one room as if he was planning for the apocalypse.”

“Look there, he’s covering the windows. I saw him bring in bags of shit but he didn’t unload them so I have no idea what all he has in there.”

“You did good Tony, you can leave. I’ll have Jace take things from here after I have a little talk with this asshole.”

He didn’t bother asking if I was sure since he was aware that I knew how to take care of myself.

I waited until he had slipped quietly away before approaching the structure that though not toppling over, could do with some repairs. I could see why he chose this place. It was well hidden, off the beaten path. No one had any reason to come this way unless they were here to hunt and grandpa had changed the family’s hunting grounds more than twenty years ago.

There was no telling how this deranged fuck had found the place, it was obvious he was a planner and very skilled at staying below the radar. I knew a little more about him these days than I did in the beginning. Things I was sure she didn’t; like the fact that he had a brother who was doing time for the rape and murder of a teen, a brother her apparently idolized and wished to follow. Or the fact that he’d moved into the place behind hers weeks ago and had a direct visual into her bedroom and bathroom.

That last we’d only found out a few days ago and Jace was still waiting for a warrant to go in. More fucked up laws that protected him and left her swinging in the wind. But all that was about to come to an end because I had him in my sights.

I snuck onto the porch and hoped it held and didn’t make too much noise. A quick peek showed he was still busy doing whatever it was he was up to, which looked like he was padding some kind of wooden box he had stashed in the corner.

I had only one chance at this. I didn’t know if he was armed even though I didn’t see a weapon, but I wasn’t taking the chance of giving him the drop on me. I went in hard and fast with my own weapon drawn. It was evident by the stark look of surprise on his face that he wasn’t expecting anyone to find him here.

“Move asshole over there.” I motioned with the nine I had in my hand pointed at his head. Up close he looked like an average Joe. Like one of those nondescript people you pass everyday without notice, who keep to themselves for fear of drawing attention.

If I didn’t know what he’d been up to I would’ve believed the harmless look he portrayed, but I knew and I wasn’t fooled. I felt a little better about what I was here to do when recognition hit and he gave me the look of death. “That’s more like it, I was worried there for a minute I was gonna have to hit a bitch.”

He didn’t like that but the gun kept him quiet. “You carrying? Don’t answer I wouldn’t trust you anyway.” I walked over and patted him down, removing the little glock he had concealed under his jacket before tying him to a chair with some of the rope he had there.

I looked through all the shit he’d been carting in there for who knows how long, it looked like he’d been here for a while. There were syringes and vials of shit with fucked up names, but what caught my attention was the wooden box he’d been working on.

“Were you planning on keeping my wife in there you fuck, is that what this is for?” I dug through everything he had there and wondered how sick he had to be to try what it looked like he’d had planned. There was blackout paper at the windows, and the box was padded in such a way to make it sound proof.

If anyone had happened to come by here all they would see was a little hunting chest. But it was clear that he’d done his homework, because no one would’ve been coming by here, not for a very long time.

“She was mine first.” I put my gun away and went to release him. I had to be fair after all, and it cannot be said that the champ beat the shit out of a bound man who couldn’t fight back. As to his lunatic ravings, I was gonna have fun with this shit. She wasn’t here to defend herself or to get her pound of flesh for the shit he’d put her through, so it was up to me.

“She doesn’t even like you, do you know what she said about you?”

“You two talked about me?” Oh yeah here we go. He folded his fists and looked around the room, probably for a weapon of some sort. It was true that he was nowhere near my stature, but that mean that he had going could more than make up for it. Too bad he was too much of a coward to even try, it was my job to get him to lose his fucking mind and come at me.

“Sure we did, since the first night when I asked her about the joker in the bar. She said you were part joke, part loser, more nuisance than anything else.” He grunted and took the crazy train for a hot minute before catching himself. What was really up with this guy? How the fuck could anyone let themselves get to this point unless he was nuts? In which case he wouldn’t know how to plan and plot like this. I’m pretty sure that’s not the norm for the insane, but some fuck was wrong with this asshole.

“So tell me Carly…”

“That’s not my name.” He got closer this time but not close enough. I wanted to wring his neck and be done with it, but not yet. He’d terrorized her for weeks he wasn’t getting off that easy. I already knew what I had planned for his ass. Two weeks ago that would’ve been death, but that shit was too good for him. I want him to suffer as much as she did in her mind.

“As I was saying, what kind of brainless asshole risks his freedom for some pussy-pussy that don’t want him in the first damn place? She would never have given you a second look if she didn’t feel sorry for you, and then well, I came along and you became nonexistent. She couldn’t even be bothered to remember your name.”

“That’s a lie, we were in love, the only reason she’s with you is because you’re some hotshot fighter with money, but we’re going to get back together you’ll see.”

“Did your research did you? What I don’t get is how you got into her place, I know she didn’t give you a key, so that must’ve taken some work on your part.” I slipped my hand into my pocket and hit the little record button as I egged him on.

The idiot smiled like we were two old friends getting reacquainted. “That was easy, I know all about making keys, it’s what I used to do before.” He seemed to catch himself and cut off the flow of words.

“Oh so you were a lowly key cutter, and you thought my woman would be interested in you as smart as she is?” I laughed in his face and turned my back on him, rubbing the fact that I thought very little of him in his face.

“You’re just like everybody else, they all thought the same thing but I showed them.” Again he cut himself off but I could see it in his eyes. I know that look, a braggart, someone who just needs that little nudge to get them spewing their guts.

“Showed who what? What can an insignificant little piece a shit like you have to show anyone?” I’m glad as fuck he never got his hands on her. The light of madness that shone in his eyes would’ve sent fear down the spine of a lesser man, but I already knew what he was.

“All those women, it was all over the TV, all in the news and no one ever knew, they still don’t. And when I get my hands on her I’ll teach her about disrespecting me.” If I didn’t need this fuck to keep talking I’d break his neck, but this was about more than my vengeance.

“What are you babbling on about now? What women? You’re full of shit. You know she told me all about you, about your begging and whining like a little bitch. We listened to your messages and laughed the whole night. That’s right asshole give me a reason.” He’d come at me swinging with his puny ass. I just knocked him back into the wall, when what I really wanted to do was kick his ass through the log wall.

“She won’t be laughing when I teach her a lesson, just like I taught all the others.” I sighed long and hard to show my contempt, to let him know I was bored with his made up stories. “My girl can hold her own against a little wimp like you, I’ve been giving her lessons. And guess what, you’ll never get near her to do shit.”

“I did once I can do it again.” Now he was getting some of his own back. “You mean when she went on that one study date with you? It wasn’t even a real date you do know the difference don’t you?”

“It was too a date, but I’m not talking about that, Hahaha. I’m talking about when I got to her on the sidewalk in front of all those people. I could’ve killed her that night.” It took everything in me not to attack, but I needed more. The fucking cops had their heads up their ass and now I had to do their job so this fuck could be put away for life.

My first choice, bury the fuck out back, but they were too many variables. Tony knew he was here alone with me, this fuck comes up missing it’s my ass. I had too much to live for but I’m gonna go as far as I can without getting a wrap for it. After I hit end on the tape all bets are off.

“You see, that goes to show, you’re not very good, even that you botched. No, the docs told me it wasn’t much to worry about. If she’d had something to eat she wouldn’t even have reacted to whatever it was you pricked her with.”

“That’s a lie, I put more than enough succinylcholine in there to kill her if I wanted to.” Fucking dead man.

“Is that what you did to these other women that you keep babbling about? That the only way you could get them to notice you?”

“They noticed me alright, they’d come into the store and give me the signal. Then when I visited them at night to give them what they wanted, what they were begging for, they’d change.” His brand of crazy was showing again, too bad I didn’t give a fuck if he was nuts or not, that’s not a fucking excuse to terrorize the general public with his shit. Besides, I ain’t no shrink, so if he’s looking for sympathy from me he’s got the wrong one.

I was almost there, just needed one more confession and I was done. “So what did you do when they changed, did you stalk them like you did my wife?” The look he gave me was meant to convey everything he wished he could do to me in that moment. Too bad I’m not a sleeping woman whose defenses are down.

“No, but I got one of them.” His eyes got that light in it again as he went on to tell me about the attack on the girl he’d left for dead. According to Jace that was the first sign of his escalation into the depraved fuck I saw standing before me.

Just to fuck with him I pulled the recorder from my pocket and held it up as I turned it off. “Thanks for the confession, the Indiana police as well as the locals should have enough to put you away for a good long while.” I knew that would be the thing to set him off. As much as I wanted to pound him into dust, he had to make the first move. After all, the odds were already stacked against him.

I’d given this a lot of thought, if I went after him first, some lawyer could sue me and win because of who I am. But if I gave him first strike, I could pound this fucker into dust and not have to worry about shit.

As I expected he rushed me and I let him, but he was no match for me. All the anger and frustration that had been building was given free rein when I grabbed him by his neck and lifted him off the floor. I flicked him off and into the wall without much effort. He was no match for me on a bad day but I didn’t feel bad about what I was about to do to him.

Each time he came at me I knocked him back, playing with him like a toy while systematically inflicting blows that I knew would cause him pain in about five minutes. “No wonder you had to stalk and terrorize women, you’re nothing but a weak little bitch.”

His loud roar didn’t phase me, and neither did his swing, he had yet to connect, but I had to let him get one in to make it look good. I walked into his next swing because there was no way I was gonna let him think he got one by me. “I’ll give you that one, that ought to do it.”

“Do what?” He wiped the blood from his lip as he thought of his next move. I slapped him across the face to be insulting and he became more enraged, just the reaction I wanted. The next time he came at me I was through playing games. I sidelined him across the throat all but crushing his larynx before taking him to the ground. While he was trying to find his breath and his ass I dragged him across the room to the box he’d been preparing for my wife.

“This is for my wife.”

“What’re you doing? No stop it.” He fought like hell not to be placed in the confined space that was about two feet too short. I wrapped my arm around his neck until he was barely conscious and forced him in before slamming the lid shut.

“I hope you made these holes big enough otherwise you won’t make it.” I left him there screaming bloody murder. I wasn’t pleased with the way this thing played out, but in the end it was the best thing for everyone. I’d studied the laws and had a long talk with the judge about what we could expect, and was satisfied with the time he would get if the D.A. did his damn job.

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I made my way back to the house where I took a quick hot shower to get rid of the stench of the last hour and a half. My wife was still asleep in our bed as I stood over her and watched with my mind at peace. Now that I knew she was safe, I could go do what I had to without worry.

“Wyatt?”

“Yeah baby, I need you.” I climbed into bed with her and folded her into my arms. “I love you Wyatt.” She must’ve been having a good dream because it’s like pulling teeth to get those words out of her, which for some reason makes them all the more special.

Pulling back, I looked down at her with love and hope in my own eyes. “I love you more baby don’t ever forget that.” When I kissed her there was no rush, no hurried movements. There was only love and need. I touched her with gentle hands, whispered words of praise and gratitude all the while peeling her out of the dick-tormenting contraption she had pulled on after sex earlier.

There were still traces of my scent on her as I ran my nose down between her breasts, sipping at her nipples until they became hard pebbles of need. When she started to rev up, her thighs moving feverishly against the sheets, I licked my way down her middle to the prize. “Open.”

Her legs fell open at my words, revealing the sweet dew of her pussy. “I love playing with you like this.” I wet my finger in my mouth before running it down her slit from her clit and back. Holding her eyes with mine I teased her. “Tell me what you want baby.”

“Your mouth.” She was getting better at stating her needs in bed, but her face still went up in flames. “Where?” She pointed to her pussy shyly and I lowered my head and took in her scent before giving her my tongue. I teased her clit with just the tip as I let my finger slide in and out of her.

Letting my finger slip out of her I replaced it with my tongue. My eyes closed in ecstasy as her taste flowed into me. “Sweet.” I licked into her while pressing up and down on her clit until she came on my tongue, begging me for release.

“Now Wyatt, now.” She tugged on my ears until I pulled my tongue out of her body and nipped and licked my way back up her middle. “Taste yourself.” She accepted my tongue into her mouth and growled in her throat as we shared a wild uninhibited kiss.

My cock was hard and leaking as I slid into her heat. “Right there baby.” There’s a sweet spot inside her pussy that grips my cock like a vise and locks down. It makes her just as crazy as it does me, and we were both soon moving against each other wildly, grunting and moaning into each other’s mouths.

Her nails dug into my ass driving me to pound harder into her as I lifted her legs around my waist and drilled her into the mattress over and over again. I saw in my mind’s eye her belly swollen with my seed. The vision shocked the shit out of me for all of five seconds before a calming warmth enveloped my chest.

Pulling back, I knew what I had to do. I worked my cock in and out of her slowly at first and on the last thrust slammed into her cervix. Her mouth fell open on a silent scream and I pulled her into me hard with my lips pressed to her ear.

“I’m going to cum inside your womb. When I leave here, I want to leave you with a part of me that will never be gone.” The words sent her over the edge. She knew what I was saying, knew I was talking about planting my son or daughter inside her; a reminder of me; of our love, forever.

The thought once planted took root and suddenly it was the most important thing for me to do. I knew I was running out of time, knew that I would be leaving in a few short days. “Not enough time.” I grunted the words over and over as I lost myself deep inside her, spilling my seed in her womb where I hoped it would take root. “Please.” I don’t know what I was begging for, but I knew what I wanted. I wanted the vision.