Chapter Six
R ick kissed the back of Riley’s head as she stood at the kitchen sink, washing their breakfast dishes. “I’m going into my office. I’ve got a call to make.”
She smiled over her shoulder. “Okay. I’ve got some laundry to do.”
“I’ll help when I’m done,” he said. He walked into his office and sat in his chair. His first order of business was to watch the video Tom was supposed to send him.
He was pleased when it was the first thing to pop up. He turned down the volume so only he could hear and started the video.
Rick saw Tom start his video outside the bar, tucking the phone into his shirt pocket so everything would be seen. When Tom walked into the bar, he caught sight of Gloria right away. She sat at the dimly lit bar, laughing at something the guy next to her was saying. When her eyes saw Tom, she brightened, and her smile grew.
“How did it go?” she asked.
Her voice was clear, and he even heard her breathing.
“Man, that was fucked up. You didn’t tell me the husband didn’t want me to fuck her. The guy went crazy. Fortunately, his sweet wife had tied him tight enough because if he had gotten loose, he would have killed me.”
Gloria laughed. “God, I wish I had seen that. I wanted to put that prick in his place for a long time.”
Rick gritted his teeth as a new wave of anger built.
“The wife had put duct tape over his mouth, so I didn’t understand what he was saying.”
“I told her to do that. I was afraid he’d be able to talk her out of it,” she said. “Did you butt-fuck her like I told you to?”
“Ohhh, yeah. Damn. It was the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked. I wouldn’t mind doing her again.”
“Well, big guy. You’ll have your chance. After Riley mourns the death of her marriage a bit, I’ll have her out in the bars, and you can take her all you want.”
Tom snorted. “I’m not going to rape her.”
“Oh, you won’t have to. A little bit of booze and a feel-good drug I have, and she’ll be all over it.”
Rick didn’t think he could get any angrier or hate that woman more than he already did, but it was at a level that made his hands shake. He was going to tear her world apart.
He heard Tom chuckle but could tell it was forced.
“Tell me how it went down,” Gloria said. “Fuck, I wish I could have been there to see his face as you ass-fucked his wife. That bastard probably always wanted to, but Riley was too much of a prude until you got her.”
Tom laughed. “At one point, I thought he was going to break the chair she had him tied to.”
They both laughed.
“After I was done with the sweet girl, the husband had tears coming down his face and looked devastated.”
Rick heard Gloria cackle. “Perfect.”
“As I was getting dressed, the woman started crying. As I was leaving, she pulled the tape off the guy’s mouth. I stopped listening. He was yelling at her. At one point, I was afraid he’d hurt the woman.”
Gloria snorted. “No. He’d never do that.”
“She was yelling that she knew he was having an affair. The guy denied it...”
“Of course he did. He would have never intentionally fucked his perfect marriage up.”
Tom snorted. “They were both screaming at each other. He was telling her to pack a bag and get the fuck out. She was trying to get him to listen to her, but the guy was beyond pissed.”
“What else?” Gloria asked.
“I got out of the house. I was afraid if that guy had seen me, I would be dead. But I sat in my car and watched for a while. They both came out of the house. She was barely dressed. Her husband opened the back door to her car and threw a bag into it before slamming it shut. All the while, the woman was pleading with him.”
There was a pause.
“He just yelled at her that it was over, and he never wanted to see her again. The guy turned and walked back into the house. The woman could hardly start the car because she was shaking and crying too hard, but she was finally able to pull out and then drive away.”
Gloria laughed. “Perfect. It went exactly the way I planned.”
Rick listened as Gloria praised herself for the damage done to his marriage.
“Hey, I have a quick question.”
“What?” Gloria asked.
“If she’s your friend, why did you want to ruin her life like that?”
Gloria rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t ruin it. It was boring as hell. I’m going to get her to enjoy life.”
Rick heard Tom grunt. “You know this is fucked up.”
He watched as Gloria glared at the man. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Where’s my fucking money?” Tom asked.
Rick couldn’t see Tom’s face, just Gloria’s, but he could hear the anger in the man’s tone.
Gloria opened her purse, pulled some bills out, and handed them to Tom. “There.”
He heard Tom pocket the money.
“I’m out of here.”
“Whatever,” Gloria said and turned back to the other guy.
Tom walked out of the bar and Rick heard him exhale.
Tom held the phone up so Rick could see his face. He liked the disgust on the guy’s face.
“That’s one fucked-up cunt, man. I hope you destroy her.”
The video ended, and Rick sat back deep in thought.
“I can’t believe she did that,” Riley said.
Rick’s head snapped toward his wife and sighed. He hadn’t wanted her to hear any of it. He held out a hand to her. “Come here, Wife.”
Riley walked to him and let him pull her down onto his lap. She immediately started crying again. His hatred for Gloria deepened. Fuck, he wished he could bury the woman, literally, but he didn’t want to take the chance of being caught and put in prison. That was the last thing Riley needed.
He let her cry and then grabbed some tissues and wiped her tears.
“Blow,” he said.
She usually wouldn’t have let him do that, but he could tell she was at the end of her rope, and he needed to take care of her. He’d call his friend, Derek, the private investigator, later. First, he needed to take care of his wife.
He stood and lifted her in his arms. “How about a nap, Wife?”
He felt her arms curl around his neck and then tighten as she nodded.
Rick got them both comfortable on the bed and covered them with a light blanket. For a long time, even after she was asleep, his hand roamed up and down her back.
His mind was moving too fast to rest. Different thoughts and scenarios for revenge on the cunt kept adding up. If he had his way, the woman would end up in jail. Besides death, it was the worst he could do to her. He knew that taking away her lifestyle and freedom would destroy her more than anything else.