Sunni
The gleaming bags holding my dress and new items taunt me from the end of the couch. My legs are curled up in a ball underneath me. The knot in my stomach has grown with each passing second.
I lick my lips and fight to talk myself out of it for the tenth time. My curiosity wins out in the end. My fingers shake as I tap on Safari, bring up Google, and type in my ex-husband’s name.
The data pops up in the blink of an eye. Article after article of the good cop. I tap on the most recent article, dated a week ago. The last name Jaco dries my throat. My hand goes to my neck, massaging it, seeking relief. It doesn’t work. Sweat beads form on my forehead. Deep-seated fear gets the best of me. My phone tumbles into my lap.
I cover my face with my hands and silently scream. Not one sound comes out. My throat tears and slices with the dread and emotion stemming from me. Dreyson Jaco is living his life without a single care after he ruined mine.
After several long moments, I ground myself the best I can and pick the phone back up. It doesn’t happen on the first try or the second. I force myself to read each of the news stories.
Local Officer Jaco Saves the Life of a Teen
The Albion County Police Department was called out on an attempted suicide call late on Tuesday night at approximately nine-fifty. Officer Jaco was the first on the scene.
According to him, it was intense once he stepped foot onto the property. As of now, everything hasn’t been released. However, it’s been documented a sixteen-year-old teen from Alco High School was found with a gun to her head in her home.
A neighbor noticed odd behavior earlier in the day and knew the teen was alone, so she called authorities. The neighbor claimed a dark sports car was at the house around two o’clock. She reported hearing screaming and items breaking. She found it odd because nobody was usually home then. It was when she witnessed the young girl on the back porch sobbing and clutching her belly that she knew something was wrong, and that’s when she placed the 911 call.
According to officials, the victim is now safe in custody. Her parents haven’t made any formal comments about the situation.
“I’ll never forget the haunted look in the young girl’s face. I’m only thankful I made it in time and was able to break through to her. Our community is a small yet a powerful one. All teens need to know there’s help, whether it be at school or a local doctor’s office.”
We will keep you updated on any breaking news.
The article lists the different places in the community where anyone experiencing rough times can go to get help. The doting article is polished off with a color picture of Dreyson in full uniform leaning against his cop car. He’s relaxed with one hand on his holster and a warm, safe smile reflecting back.
The online comments go on and on sharing stories how Officer Jaco had helped them at one point in their lives. He’s idolized in the community. Held up on a pedestal and revered by everyone of all ages. That’s not the man I see. Far from it. I know his true colors and lived in his personal hell.
My head spins as I recall the details of the article, and I know it’s possible there’s more to the story that the community will never know about. Crimes way more heinous than cold-blooded murder will be buried, all by the good officer.
I type in one more web address and plug in my legal name. This time, the phone does burn my fingertips. Tears rush to my eyes, and my stomach cyclones until I can’t sit any longer.
I race to the bathroom, letting my phone bounce off the hardwood floor. I’m three steps away from the toilet when the first wave of bile shoots up the back of my throat, leaving it raw and torn wide open. I drop to my knees, clutching the ring of the toilet with my stomach rolling and cramping. My arms go numb from the extreme pressure pushing up from the tips of my toes.
Tears stream down my face long after my body is left exhausted. I’ve often wondered what I did in this life to deserve the wrath of Jaco. I went into the marriage blind and came out a shell of a person. I have to tell Jag the truth. It’s the only option, because walking away from him isn’t one.
Deep in my gut, I know without even having to second-guess that Jag will listen to me. He’ll believe me too. What scares the shit out of me is his temper and what will happen after the truth is revealed.
I wipe my eyes and crawl into our bed. Pulling the blankets up and over my head, I let the darkness control my thoughts until my eyelids flutter closed. Sleep and in the arms of Jag are the only places I find peace.
I have no idea how long I’m out before the sound of Jag’s voice drifts in.
“Babe.”
“Sunni.”
I brush the sleep from my eyes and open my mouth to speak. It’s so dry no sound comes out.
Jag pops his head in the bedroom with his brow scrunched and shoulders tense. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”
He holds up my phone and walks to the bed, throwing himself in the middle of the bed. He’s careful not to land right on me. He’s so damn graceful from the way he dances to fighting. I swear he’s like a cat.
“Sorry.” I roll into his chest. “I wasn’t feeling great so decided to take a nap.”
“And throw your phone on the floor?” He raises an eyebrow in question.
“No, must’ve dropped it.” I grab it from him, remembering the last search window I had open.
“You gonna feel up to it tonight?”
The panic is written all over his features. Some formal ball is the last place I want to be. It means media, exposure, and most of all attention because I’ll be on Jag’s arm. The man owns every room he graces.
“Yes,” I lie, petting the worry from his brow.
He shows his enthusiasm with a long, deep, searing kiss.
“I need to shower,” he says when he pulls back.
“Yeah, you stink.”
“Join me.” He leaps from the bed, tugging me with him.
The thought of showering with Jag makes me swoon. However, the thought of blow drying and styling my hair—not so much. But before I know it, I’m under the hot spray of water in Jag’s loving arms.
He busies himself washing every inch of my skin. Jag whirls me around, pressing his chest into my back while wrapping his arms low around my waist. He slips his hand between my legs, fingers fluttering through my folds over and over before he sinks two of them deep inside of me. The anxiety and stress of the day fade away as I melt into his protective arms.
Jag has my spine tight in a matter of seconds. He roams his thumb in perfect circles over my clit. His fingers flick and strum inside of me. I throw my arm around his head, pulling him closer and deeper into me. He takes advantage of my exposed breast, flicking the nipple several times.
“Jag!” I scream as a burst of white light pops behind my closed eyelids. My hips roll, greedy to milk the last strum of my release.
“Better, baby girl?” he mumbles into my neck.
“Much.”
“You wanna talk about it?” He seals each word with a tender kiss.
“Not right now. Not tonight. It’s your night.”
“Doesn’t matter much to me. The way I see it, you’re the center of my world, and that’s it. End of.”
I smirk, falling deeper in love with him. I turn in his arms and throw mine around his neck. “It’s your night, and I’m by your side, and the way I see it, Cock Monster, that’s all that matters.”
His crooked grin tilts up one corner of his lips. “Fucking hell. You calling me that does wicked, wicked things to me.”
“Yeah?” I tilt my head and drop a hand, letting it painfully roam down to cup him.
“It hurts,” he whines. “So much pressure.”
“Poor baby.” I squeeze his throbbing shaft. “Pick me up in your big fighter arms and take care of it.”
Jag doesn’t come back with a witty comment. I’m up in his arms and pressed into the shower wall as he thrusts inside me, hard and deep. His body shields me from the evil of the world. When his skin is pressed into mine, I come alive with the drive to fight through what I need to. He’s my shelter and gives me hope.
With each thrust, Jag bites down on my neck. The vibration rumbling from his chest sends me over the edge. His thick, hard dick continues to rock in and out of me. Jag throws his head back and roars. His Adam’s apple throbs in his throat. It’s as hot as the time he won his fight and went all barbaric. His hot seed fills me, coating and fueling the remnants of my release.
“Jag.”
He hums his answer.
“Never leave me.” I dig my nails into the flesh over his shoulder blades. “Please, whatever happens, believe in me and don’t leave me.”
“Sunni.” He drops his head to my forehead. “Talk to me.”
Damn tears sting my eyes and win the war. They spill over with no apology. “I can’t right now, but just promise me that you’ll never leave me and believe in us.”
“I got you.” His fingers dig into my ass. “I love you. So damn much.”
I tighten my arms around his neck, wanting more than anything to pull him into my flesh until we are one. “I love you madly. I love you wildly. You are my heartbeat.”