Chapter 4 Nick
Nick
I get to the office shortly before eight o’clock, needing to get my files ready. I have to be in the courtroom at ten. Sasha, my secretary, has my coffee waiting when I get in. Her long blonde hair and legs, perky tits, and a plump ass are the perfect package.
“Good morning Mr. Ryker. Is there anything I can assist you with this morning?” She bats her too-thick false eyelashes.
My body aches from being plastered against a rock by a raging river and dragging a lifeless body from the water. Sasha never minds helping take a load off. She gets paid enough for all the extra favors she does around here.
“Get on your knees.” She licks her ruby red lips as she positions herself between my legs. My dick throbs in my pants as I look down the loose-fitting blouse she’s wearing.
She doesn’t waste any time pulling my cock out, wrapping her lips around the head and swirling her tongue. She moans like it’s the best thing she has ever tasted. With one hand wrapped around my shaft, she moves it up and down in unison with her mouth.
I grab her by the back of her head and slam my cock down her throat. She can take it. She loves being the office sperm bank. She’s either sucking or fucking every suit in this place even though she’s my secretary.
I tilt my head back and wait for a satisfaction that never comes—no pun intended.
I can’t get the lifeless body I dragged out of the river off my mind.
Truthfully, I didn’t think the girl was going to make it.
A few chest compressions and she spit out the water from her lungs before passing back out.
If she wasn’t as small as she is, I don’t think I could have gotten us both to shore. Luckily, there was a fallen tree a short ways up and I was able to guide us along the branches to the bank.
After I loaded her unconscious body into my car, I called Dr. Bennett, my personal doctor, to meet us at my house. He and Emma tended to the girl so I could shower and get some rest before work today.
Except I couldn’t sleep. The horrified look on her face before she jumped haunted my mind all night. I wonder what she was running from. Do I even care? No, and it annoys me that it kept me awake all night.
I grab Sasha by her hair and pull her off my dick. Usually I love watching the tears and mascara stream down her face, but right now I’m finding her repulsive. In fact, I’m finding all the events of the last twelve hours repulsive.
It might’ve been a mistake to not just let nature take its course. Survival of the fittest they say. I might’ve done her a favor by letting her escape her fate in her own way. I know it would’ve saved me a lot of trouble.
“That’ll be all, Sasha. Go fix your face.” She stands and I quickly tuck myself back in my pants.
“But you didn’t finish…” She gives me a questioning look, slowly standing.
“I said to go fix your face,” I snap.
“You look tense, let me finish you off. I promise you’ll feel better.” She strokes my zipper, but I remove her hand.
“Leave. Now.” She gives me a pouty face, but when I don’t budge, she scurries off.
I have to get myself together before facing Karen in court. I might be the most sought-after criminal defense attorney across the Mississippi Gulf Coast, but she knows what I do on the side and is always looking to revert some of my clients’ charges back to me.
She wouldn’t be caught dead dirtying her hands with the likes of criminals, but she does have a few coast guard agents in her pocket. They’ve been trying, unsuccessfully, for years to keep me from smuggling guns in and out of Mexico.
That insufferable cunt seems determined to make my life hell even though the majority of the police and judges are in my pocket and wouldn’t pursue me in court.
Last month, I let one of my young recruits handle a small weapons exchange in the gulf. There was a run-in with a passenger boat and the kid fired some weapons, alerting the nearby Coast Guard to their location. That led to Karen’s agents taking both boats down.
Why the other boat was taken down isn’t entirely clear.
Now I have to deal with the headache of covering his tracks so Karen doesn’t get the FBI involved. The kid doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve got a witness to link his involvement to one of the smaller crime organizations, taking any heat off me.
The best thing about being a criminal defense attorney with lots of pull with most of the local law enforcement officers is that I can use the occasional Whiskey Rivers junkie when I need a ‘witness’ to sway a story.
Hand them a bag of their previously confiscated dope, and they’ll go along with whatever story you give them.
I like to think of it as my way of giving back to the community.
Some kind of conviction should pacify Karen enough to get her panties out of a wad for a while, even if it’s not me she’s burying under the jail. Her wet dreams consist of me slipping up and having enough evidence to build a case against me. Not likely that’ll happen.
The boy’s mother is locked up in my warehouse—my insurance policy for his cooperation. That’ll be enough for him to stick to the story I give him if he wants her to stay alive.
Fortunately for her, she has enough drugs in her system to not remember anything. Unfortunately for him, my insiders in the prison will beat him within an inch of his life when he gets there to ensure his story doesn’t change after we set her free.
A win-win for me. Forgiveness doesn’t earn fear and respect.
My court case went off without a hitch—as I knew it would. That poor sapsucker is on his way to prison where he will learn what happens when you run your mouth and get caught. He pled guilty to working with a different crime ring and was able to stay on this side of the dirt—for now.
He’s lucky he’ll be getting away with a traumatic brain injury instead of his body being dropped on his mother’s doorstep.
Karen threatened to hire a private investigator to look into the validity of his story, I told her to suck my dick instead. She didn’t appreciate it very much. Let her try to sue me for sexual harassment and I’ll check her gag reflexes on the stand.
I make a quick stop by the warehouse to instruct Marcus, who manages most outgoing deliveries, to take the boy’s mother home and make sure she has enough sedative in her system to sleep until morning.
Baby Boy didn’t give anyone my name, so Mommy Dearest gets to live to see another day. Unfortunately for him, he will have a traumatic brain injury so bad he won’t remember his own name. That’s my insurance policy for making sure he never goes back on his story.
After the warehouse, I stop at my favorite seafood restaurant, Royal Reds Shrimping Co. They have the best boiled and seasoned seafood on the Gulf Coast. I’ve been trying to buy this place for years but they won’t sell.
Ethan meets me at the restaurant. He’s been keeping an eye on the girl. He said she hasn’t eaten anything else or moved from in front of the window all day.
“What are you going to do with her, bro? You can’t keep her locked up like this forever.”
Legally and ethically speaking, I can’t.
Unlucky for her, I don’t care about either one of those things.
“I haven’t figured that out yet.” I down my beer and motion for the waitress to bring me another. What I do know is I can’t just let her go. I can’t explain the feeling. It's compelling—overwhelming even.
The news story about an explosion that killed one person in Whiskey Rivers has been going viral today. Another person, a girl named Maya Rivers, was thought to be missing.
The same damn girl I pulled from the river last night. Was that what she was running from? Was she involved in the explosion? I can’t be sure. Doubt creeps in my mind because she’s so meek and fragile. Barely tried to put up a fight against us this morning. That’s not the usual profile of a killer.
Usually. There’s not a one-size-fits-all for murder. Sometimes the guilty party is the least expected.
From what little I’ve uncovered today, her dad was a real piece of shit. Like the rest of the junkies that live in Whiskey Rivers. It’s possible he had lots of other enemies who wanted him dead and were coming after her too.
She did say when Ethan stopped her from leaving this morning that she didn’t have any money to pay his debts. That would make sense that the man in question is her father. I’m going to have to get the girl to talk even though I can see in her eyes that she doesn’t trust me.
“Either you or Emma need to get her full story. She will be staying with us until I figure out what to do with her.” I need to know everything about the possible fugitive I’m harboring in my home.
“Whatever you say, boss.” Ethan might be my nephew, but when he is not out fucking the community, he is really useful at being my right-hand man. The thing I like most about him is that while he is a cocky, walking testosterone stick, he never questions my orders.
If she is guilty, there’s one thing I know how to do and do well, and that’s cover up a crime.
The girl looks and acts like she’s been through hell and back. Maybe saving her will be my one good deed in life. Ugh. I don’t have room to be a fucking softy.
Several drinks later, Ethan and I head back to my three-story house with a private beach. I bought all the vacant lots within a mile on either side of me so I wouldn’t have to worry about close neighbors.
Emma rushes to greet us at the door. “Something’s wrong. She hasn’t eaten all day and when I went to check on her again, I couldn’t wake her. Her lips are blue and she’s very pale. She’s breathing but barely. Dr. Bennett will be here in five minutes.” Her eyes are full of panic.
Ethan and I rush to her room. She’s lying on the bed, unresponsive to light shaking and the sound of her name. I ball my hand into a fist and rub the tips of my knuckles on her sternum. Nothing. I rub again, this time harder. Her head lolls to the side.