Chapter 47 DANNY #2
I reach for the gun concealed under my shirt, flipping the safety off. He’s going to kill her, and no one treats my dumb whore of a wife like that.
I’ve got my gun cocked and aimed at him when I hear her moaning loudly, and I freeze, focusing on Alice. There must be a window open somewhere, because I can kind of make out what they’re saying if I listen hard enough.
“Yeah? Is this what you want?” I can hear her moan something out that sounds like more, and he laughs. “That’s my fucking girl.”
What the fuck?
I still have my gun aimed at him, but I don’t pull the trigger as I watch her run her hands up and down his arms before he grabs her legs and hauls them over his shoulders, slamming into her and making her scream again.
I can hear a low, constant stream of words from her, but her voice is quiet enough that I can only make out a few here and there between the sounds he’s making.
“…baby, please…more…I need…there…harder…”
He pushes her knees down towards her face, bending over her and fucking her brutally, and she starts losing her mind, moaning out his name and clawing at his chest.
I feel myself get hard as I watch her arch off the couch, watch her body starting to shake as she comes, and it takes me a second to realize I’ve never seen her like this.
Why haven’t I ever seen her like this?
She pushes him off, and he barks out a sharp laugh, kissing her quickly as he pulls out of her and stands up.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Come here.” She sits up, and he grips a fist of her hair and shoves his cock so far down her throat that she starts gagging.
She hates that, I know that for a fact, so I’m shocked when I hear her moan.
My hands tense around my gun as I watch her blow him enthusiastically, watch her whine and drool and look up at him as he comes down her throat, watch as she smiles up at him sweetly afterward.
My gun starts shaking in my hands as I watch my wife give this asshole something I’ve always wanted from her.
Alice is sweet, but she’s a frigid fucking bitch.
She’s always hated sex. The first time I fucked her, she cried like a baby the whole time and didn’t even appreciate how good I was to her.
I knew she was a virgin, so I spent months trying to show her what she should do for me, but she’s never done it the way I want her to.
She learned quickly to let me fuck her whenever I want, but she’s never been enthusiastic, she’s never wanted to try anything new, and she wants it over with as fast as possible.
I fuck her mouth whenever she owes me an apology, mostly because she hates it so much that she tries everything to get out of it.
I’ve assumed for years that I’d just married someone who needed to be babied, that she couldn’t ever give me what I wanted in bed, and I’d have to pay to get what I wanted occasionally.
I don’t want to cheat on her, but she’s forced me into it.
It’s always sucked having a wife who can’t please me, no matter how rich or pretty she is.
Apparently, she can please me, she just doesn’t fucking want to.
I’m her goddamn husband, and she owes me everything I want from her. Instead, she abandoned me after I spent almost a decade taking care of her, and now she’s whoring herself out to a violent criminal.
She even seems to think it’s better than what she has at home.
“I love you so fucking much, sweetheart.” I freeze, and scorching heat rises in my chest and the back of my neck.
It’s one thing that he’s fucking my stupid whore of a wife, but this is beyond unacceptable.
She’s my wife, which she seems to have forgotten, because she looks up at him with a sweet smile and blushes.
Her mouth moves, and I can’t hear her voice, but based on the dumb, smug look he gets on his face as he walks away, she says it back.
I’m going to kill that worthless fucking cunt.
By the time I can finally stop my hands from shaking, he’s in the kitchen and she’s laid out on the couch, and I don’t have a good aim on either of them. I head for the front door, ready to kill both of them.
Just as I step out of the tree line, the floodlight cameras go off.
I jump back into the trees, crouching and aiming for the front door. He doesn’t come out, but as I make my way back slowly to the windows, I can see he’s got a shotgun in his hands.
I lean against a tree and holster my gun as I watch the two of them.
The floodlights shocked me out of being angry for long enough that I can start to think about this rationally.
If I kill Alice, I can’t take her home to Boston and make her spend the rest of her life apologizing to me for running away.
After watching her, that’s what I fucking want.
I know I can get it, too, because she’s sensitive and she’s always been so easy to tell what to do. I just need to be sweet to her, to save her from herself and show her why she needs me, why she should come back home to Boston and let me take care of her again, and she will.
Then, I’ll spend the rest of my life getting the love and respect I deserve from her.
I wait until they’re busy eating dinner to head back to my car, heading down into the tiny town they’re staying in and renting a hotel room.
I start looking into the guy, who’s a rich trust fund fuck.
Alice is such a spoiled little princess that it makes sense she’d go for someone with money, and guys like that always get away with murder.
When I get access to the crime scene photos, I realize just how right I am.
It’ll be so easy to show her why she should run away from this guy and back into my arms. I’m going to be her fucking hero, and she’ll realize what a mistake she’s made and want to come home and make it up to me.
***
I trail them all weekend, watch her and take photos of her, watch all the things I’m going to make her do for me when we get home, getting progressively angrier every time I hear the dumb fucking whore tell him she loves him.
They spend the weekend mostly fucking, hiking, and eating, and I follow them at a distance when they leave the house wearing a ball cap and a hoodie, but neither of them seem to notice me.
I see him packing their bags the day before her birthday, so I use the hotel’s printer to print out the crime scene photos and the photos of them.
Alice and I are going to have a long fucking talk before she even gets on a plane back home.
I trail them back to some old shithole house in Astoria, and once I realize he’s not leaving for the night, I rent a secluded cabin close by, unpacking and setting up to show her what a fucking idiot she is.
I head back to her place early enough to catch her as she goes to work, but he drives her to work like a fucking chauffeur, so I park near her office and wait.
He’s finally gone, for now, and she’ll come out eventually.
Around noon, I watch her running down the street, the skirt of her dress flapping around her legs underneath her long jacket. I start to follow her, but I can’t be seen chasing her down the street, so I turn back halfway and smoke while I wait.
She’ll come back to the office at some point.
I only have to wait impatiently for about ten minutes before I see her sprinting back in my direction. She’s going to pass right by me, but she doesn’t see me at all. She’s never been that aware of her surroundings, which is just another reason why she needs me to take care of her.
From now on, she’ll be taking good care of me, too.