Satan's Sinners #1: Reid and Indiana

Chapter 9

Kai POV

Friday morning, I was in the home office on the first floor of the cabin when the office line rang. I knew I was going to need to set up something a bit more permanent than whatever table was in the room of whatever motel I was in. Thankfully, the last enforcer who lived here had a home office added to the design of the home. I got a landline for business, a new desk, a computer, filing cabinets, but I was still somewhat old school, and all of my law books Leif kept for me were stacked all in the bookshelves of this room. I only had two shelves full, but they were for multiple states, and always the most recent copies. This was my home chapter, but I just lived out of a room in the clubhouse. Even that wasn't a guaranteed thing either, because I’d be gone for months at a time and they might need it. So, my stuff was in storage. Thankfully, I could put it all out here. I could get used to having my stuff out where it would be waiting for me, even if I traveled for a month or two at a time. I just hated the thought of never being able to leave one place ever again.

Going through my emails, I got one from the office in Colorado that Jack had been served. His lawyer had also been served a copy of the papers, as a courtesy. I wanted to make sure everything would go smoothly. I also faxed copies of all her abuse, straight to the DA’s office and police station. I wanted them to have all the proof they needed without her testimony. That could be a huge slide back for her. I would do whatever I needed to do to protect her. I only took the bar exam in Colorado because it's where she lived. I would always make sure I could protect her. It’s been just over two weeks of them being here and Bear is already a different child. Indie is starting to smile more, and process her feelings without falling into a little space every time. Her therapist told me she’s making slow progress, and not to push her too hard. Whatever she’s comfortable with is good for now.

Looking over my desk calendar to see what my week looked like, and when Indie and Bear’s therapy appointments were, so I could be there for them, my office line rang. I know they make calendars for phones and computers now, but I still like to have one in front of me at all times. It's easier.

“This is Kai Moon; how can I help you?”

“Kai, it’s Jason Montgumry. I’m the attorney for Jack Stone. I need to talk with you about the paperwork sent to my client and my office. What is this about?”

“What do you mean? It’s in response to the abuse my client suffered at the hands of yours. There is video evidence, diaries, photographs, even her child’s statement about your client hitting him open-handed across the face. Twice. It’s been well documented by licensed therapists as well. I believe you all have the information from the hospital I took her to? And the state I found her in? Have you received word from her OB yet? His testimony is one I’ll for sure be using to prove him an unfit parent.”

“I talked with him last night. He said she’s into the kicky, rough shit.”

“She’s not. Especially not when your three-year-old is on the stairs, watching his father r**e his mother while she just lay there, not moving, not making a sound after trying to fight him off.”

Silence was on the other end. “I’m going to need to call you back.”

“Listen. I won’t take a deal. His only option is to either sign, or see us in court.” And I hung up.

Good luck to that lawyer, because Jack isn’t telling him everything. He’s keeping secrets again.

Jack POV

Getting off the phone with my lawyer this morning, I might be f****d. I didn’t know that brat saw us that night. It looks bad, but I can spin it as he got out of his room when he heard us in the middle of our kink play. It’s just something he didn’t understand as a child. Yeah. That’s gotta work.

I pulled out my phone and called a PI I know. One who gets me the dirt on my clients in case I need to use it to close a deal, “Jack. Nice to hear from you. It's been a while.”

“Yeah. Listen. I need you to find my wife and child. They went on vacation with her family two weeks ago and aren’t back. I’m concerned her family may be keeping her there against her will and forcing her to leave me.”

“That the line you’re using?”

“Sounds believable, right?”

“I’ll start looking. Where’d they go?” I could hear him inhaling his cigarette. I missed smoking so much.

“North Carolina. Her dad has property there. His name is River Moon.”

“Sounds like a bunch of hippies.”

Grunting, I hung up the phone. I heard rustling behind me. “Who told you to get out of bed?” I asked Veronica.

“I have to pee babe.”

“Hurry up and get back here. I need you choking on my c**k. Now.” I said, grabbing my b***r for emphasis. She looked hungrily at my c**k.

If she thinks a little rough s*x is all it takes to be my woman. I’ll let her think that. For now.

I lay on the bed and waited for her. She came back in, rushing between my legs. She gobbled my c**k greedily, as I fisted her hair, forcing her down on me. I loved when she choked and her throat would squeeze me. “Fuck.” I looked at her. Tears were coming from her eyes, drool all down her mouth and chest. I rubbed her cheek, as lovingly as I could, “You choke on my c**k so well. Good girl. Do you want a reward?”

“Yes, Sir.” She asked so nicely.

“Get on your knees on the floor. Hands behind your back.”

She did as she was told. This was the good thing about the young ones. They’re eager to please. I grabbed a tie out of the closet and tied her hands together.

I looked down at her, my hands on either side of her face. “I’m going to f**k your mouth. Hard. And you’re going to take it, because you’re a good girl. Your reward will be swallowing my c*m, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded. I smile. When she opens her mouth, I thrust in. I continue to f**k her face, watching her face turn red from choking on my c**k for so long. I love it when her throat constricts around my c**k.

"f**k. Choke on it, baby. Choke on daddy's cock." I told her. She gets off on praise. I just want to tear her down. See if she can handle it, or maybe likes it.

"Oh? You like me telling you what to do? Are you my dirty little slut? Are you my w***e?" She nods her head, still choking on me.

"I'm the only one who gets to f**k your mouth, your throat, your cunt, and your ass. No one but me. You're my w***e. You're my f*****g slut. My little..." my balls tightened, "c*m dump." I made her swallow every last drop. I keep going, not stopping until I am satisfied. Probably thinking I’d go easy on her like before. Poor, stupid Veronica. You want to be my girl, you have to take whatever I give you, with a smile and a “thank you”. Let's see how well she does. I might not even have to worry about Indiana and that brat if I can get her to drop the charges.