Chapter 38 #2
He shakes himself. “Oh, nothing. But the car that’s been following me almost since I picked you up has just drawn into a parking bay a little ways up the street.”
But I’m already eyeing up the cakes on display in the window. Strange cars have nothing to do with me, so I open the door, thank him for the ride, and quickly proceed into the shop.
Behind the counter is a pleasant middle-aged woman, who I soon find can’t do enough for me.
A cake in two weeks? No bother. In the shape of an open laptop?
Of course. Coding running across the screen?
Yes, doable, if I can send her an example.
I’ll have to ask Pippa for help, but I’m sure she’ll be able to provide something.
When she asks what kind of cake Ace prefers, I have to think for a moment.
I go for a sponge with buttercream and strawberry filling, thinking with that I can’t go far wrong.
Having placed the order, and paid the deposit, I leave, the bell jangling over the door as I exit.
There’s a spring in my step as I feel I’ve accomplished something that will make Ace’s birthday special.
I’ll have to tell Freak, I’m sure he’ll be pleased.
And when my man’s happy, it usually means I get an orgasm. Double win, huh?
I’ve taken perhaps a couple of dozen steps along the sidewalk, when I’m suddenly confronted by a male body. Thinking I’ve been daydreaming and not watching where I’m going, I open my mouth to apologise, then my eyes land on the man who’s in front of me.
“Piero?” I must still be asleep, must have dropped into a nightmare. Because he can’t be here. He can’t be real.
“It’s taken me five long years to find you. Now, dear wife, you’re coming with me.”
I’m not. He goes to grab me. Regretting I never bothered to learn self-defence, I try to improvise.
I kick out at him, but he’s prepared and easily evades my puny attempt, punching me in the head and dazing me.
He takes the opportunity to rip my purse off my shoulder, throw it to the ground, then eyeing my phone as it drops out, stomps on it.
A car draws up alongside, and he opens the back door and starts pushing me in.
Screaming for help, I brace myself and try everything I can not to be forced in, but he lets me feel his fist again, this time in my kidneys.
Gasping with pain, he shoves me onto the back seat.
Ignoring the agony, I scoot over to the other door, and make a grab for the handle, only to find the child locks are on, and my apparently not-so-much ex is sitting beside me.
The car engine roars. I’m trapped and being driven fuck knows where. And the only thing I can think to ask, is, “How did you find me?” How did I fuck up? He shouldn’t be here.
He chuckles. “Never thought you enjoyed sex that much, but it appears I was wrong.” He takes out his phone, unlocks it, then shows me a photo.
“Outfit called the Mojave Devils kindly posted this online. It came to my attention, got caught in one of the facial recognition programs I have running.” My mouth drops open in horror, as I stare at the picture of myself, just after two of the bastards of the MDMC had raped me on their pool table.
I’m lying half-naked, splayed out, and obviously just fucked.
“It’s not what it looks like…”
“No?” His chuckle is one hundred percent evil.
“Not according to the MDMC. The men I talked to told me you were an adequate fuck, and well into it. But they didn’t know who you were.
Coincidentally, they were invaded by the Kings of Anarchy, Arizona Chapter the night that picture was taken.
I thought it was worth following up on, so I had my men stake out their compound.
Followed you when you left – seems you’ve shacked up with one of them.
Tut, tut, dear wife. Looks like you need to be reminded of your marriage vows. ”
“I’m not coming back to you, Piero.”
“You think I want a whore as my wife? Oh, no, dear Patricia, I’m going to get married again. Nice young woman, she’s just turned sixteen. She’ll give me the heirs that you couldn’t. But before I can stand up in church again, I need to make certain I’m a widower.”
He’s going to kill me. Things flash before my eyes.
Mainly, why couldn’t I be more like Pippa?
Why hadn’t I realised something was up when the Uber driver had said a car had been following us?
Pippa would have immediately sussed out a risk, called for help, then stayed in the bakery until it arrived.
What did I do? I ignored the Uber driver’s observation, being more set on ordering a fucking cake.
Then I feel rage at after abusing me, those two Mojave Devils had taken a picture, and posted it for all the world to see.
“But before I get rid of you…” Piero shakes me hard to make sure I’m listening.
“I’m going to renew our acquaintance. I deserve payback for you disappearing all these years.
I couldn’t even grieve a dead wife as I couldn’t produce a body, well, until now.
I’m going to make you suffer for every day you’ve been gone.
I’m going to tear your fucking cunt and ass apart.
Oh, you won’t mind if I use a condom, will you?
After all, I don’t know where your diseased cunt has been. ”