the poison I carried. If I found something redeemable in him, some humanity, then it would be easy to do the same for his sister. And I refused to let them get away with it. They couldn’t do what they did to her, then we all handle it rationally and legally.
They were a threat to Leila’s safety and peace of mind. I saw her jump at loud noises. I could still remember her leaping out of her skin when I offered a knife at dinner two weeks ago. And when she thought I wasn’t looking, she gripped whatever she could get her hands on, squeezed her eyes shut, and whispered something that gave her strength to keep going.
When I saw proof that she wasn’t okay, that she was putting on a brave face and carrying on while darkness threatened to overwhelm her, it was impossible for me to think about anything but making things right. And while some would say the tit for tat would be to abduct Cole, rough him up for twenty four hours and set him free, that wouldn’t right the scales. He’d wronged my wife. He’d wronged me. His scars didn’t deserve to fade; his wounds didn’t deserve to heal. This wouldn’t become some secret he revealed to his redhead while they were naked and tangled in the covers, laying out the skeletons in their respective closets. He didn’t get to look into the eyes of the woman he loved as he told her that he did something terrible. He wouldn’t get the chance to hear her whisper that it was all in his past and he was a better man now.
There would be no redemption.
No forgiveness.
I charged forward, foot on the gas with a renewed sense of purpose. Dublin – I’d make arrangements. Cover my bases at work, come up with some excuse for Leila, then reunite with my little brother.
I smiled in the darkness. He’d unwittingly picked the perfect location. Out of the way. Secluded.
Remote enough that we wouldn’t be disturbed...and no one would hear his screams.
But Cole Sommers won’t be the only thing dying that night.
I angrily punched the power button on the steering wheel. My conscience always reared its head at the most inopportune times.
My mind dragged me back to the day I found out my father lost his battle with lung cancer. I’d kept my distance, holding onto anger and disappointment. It made it easier to limit my interactions to footing the bill.
I let my mother take care of the flowers and I humored her updates, both of us knowing death was a certainty. Just when her loaded, guilt inducing, ‘When will you be coming to visit?’ wore me down and it became more difficult to cling to a childhood filled with lies and an adulthood filled with cleaning up his mess…he was gone. By the time I couldn’t fight my conscience any longer, I came up wanting. So many questions left unanswered. So many things left unsaid.
This would not become my regret.
I pulled to a tauntingly slow stoplight and even the music pumping from the speakers couldn’t fill the silence.
I could care less about my sou l , I thought stubbornly. There was only one person that I cared about–and Cole Sommers hurt her. He took something from her that I wasn’t sure she’d ever get back.
I clicked the pen and put it to the paper, black ink bleeding as I made my first entry.
Entry #1
I couldn’t stop them…but this? This I can do.
Chapter Two
My wife was begging to be spanked.
I stepped out of the elevator, leaving Cole and Dublin and drama behind me. When the doors clicked shut there was nothing, and no one, outside of this apartment.
I smiled in the darkness, amber flickers lighting the way as I put aside my keys and tugged my tie loose. I hadn’t dominated her since I got her back. I could still remember the first time she offered herself to me, lowering her beautiful body to the floor. Hands behind her back, big brown eyes round with need and expectation. The old Jacob would have used the bench and flogger for his own selfish ends, finding catharsis
They were a threat to Leila’s safety and peace of mind. I saw her jump at loud noises. I could still remember her leaping out of her skin when I offered a knife at dinner two weeks ago. And when she thought I wasn’t looking, she gripped whatever she could get her hands on, squeezed her eyes shut, and whispered something that gave her strength to keep going.
When I saw proof that she wasn’t okay, that she was putting on a brave face and carrying on while darkness threatened to overwhelm her, it was impossible for me to think about anything but making things right. And while some would say the tit for tat would be to abduct Cole, rough him up for twenty four hours and set him free, that wouldn’t right the scales. He’d wronged my wife. He’d wronged me. His scars didn’t deserve to fade; his wounds didn’t deserve to heal. This wouldn’t become some secret he revealed to his redhead while they were naked and tangled in the covers, laying out the skeletons in their respective closets. He didn’t get to look into the eyes of the woman he loved as he told her that he did something terrible. He wouldn’t get the chance to hear her whisper that it was all in his past and he was a better man now.
There would be no redemption.
No forgiveness.
I charged forward, foot on the gas with a renewed sense of purpose. Dublin – I’d make arrangements. Cover my bases at work, come up with some excuse for Leila, then reunite with my little brother.
I smiled in the darkness. He’d unwittingly picked the perfect location. Out of the way. Secluded.
Remote enough that we wouldn’t be disturbed...and no one would hear his screams.
But Cole Sommers won’t be the only thing dying that night.
I angrily punched the power button on the steering wheel. My conscience always reared its head at the most inopportune times.
My mind dragged me back to the day I found out my father lost his battle with lung cancer. I’d kept my distance, holding onto anger and disappointment. It made it easier to limit my interactions to footing the bill.
I let my mother take care of the flowers and I humored her updates, both of us knowing death was a certainty. Just when her loaded, guilt inducing, ‘When will you be coming to visit?’ wore me down and it became more difficult to cling to a childhood filled with lies and an adulthood filled with cleaning up his mess…he was gone. By the time I couldn’t fight my conscience any longer, I came up wanting. So many questions left unanswered. So many things left unsaid.
This would not become my regret.
I pulled to a tauntingly slow stoplight and even the music pumping from the speakers couldn’t fill the silence.
I could care less about my sou l , I thought stubbornly. There was only one person that I cared about–and Cole Sommers hurt her. He took something from her that I wasn’t sure she’d ever get back.
I clicked the pen and put it to the paper, black ink bleeding as I made my first entry.
Entry #1
I couldn’t stop them…but this? This I can do.
Chapter Two
My wife was begging to be spanked.
I stepped out of the elevator, leaving Cole and Dublin and drama behind me. When the doors clicked shut there was nothing, and no one, outside of this apartment.
I smiled in the darkness, amber flickers lighting the way as I put aside my keys and tugged my tie loose. I hadn’t dominated her since I got her back. I could still remember the first time she offered herself to me, lowering her beautiful body to the floor. Hands behind her back, big brown eyes round with need and expectation. The old Jacob would have used the bench and flogger for his own selfish ends, finding catharsis
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