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Epilogue

 

We spent weeks afterwards cleaning up the mess those
two had left behind. That’s when we found out we’d only touched the tip of the
iceberg. The filth ran far and wide and by the time we’d scraped the bottom of
the barrel we’d unearthed names of dignitaries and high ranking businessmen and
women not only here but abroad. The most horrific thing I think was how far
back the shit had gone. We’re talking a century or more here. The fuckery read
like a Victorian novel, maybe something people would’ve read to their kids to
put fear in them and keep them in line. Only this shit wasn’t a story, this was
real. Pages upon pages of documented records of the atrocities one class had
perpetrated on another for almost two hundred years. At least that’s as far
back as we were able to go.

After the initial rescue when I’d finally been able to
go visit the children and see what kind of state they were in, we’d said fuck
it and just went ahead and got the others out immediately. Seeing that shit
firsthand shed a whole new light on the situation and my team assured me they
could get in and out without loss of life to any of the children we were
rescuing. Blossom had wanted to come but again I held firm on that. There was
no way I was letting her get anywhere near this shit. Some of the young girls
had atrocious injuries. Wounds that because of their placing you knew right
away what had caused them. Like the one child who’d been tied up like a dog
since her captivity, her poor little wrists were rubbed raw almost to the bone.
I couldn’t bear the stories that the psychiatrist dad had brought in had to
share. Things she’d recorded because it was all going to be used in the media
and the courts when I got through exposing these assholes. I’d had to put that
off for a minute as well. Couldn’t very well do it so soon after having their
blood on my
hands, that
might raise all types of
suspicions.

I spent those first few days between home and the safe
house. I couldn’t forget in helping them that she needed me just as much. We’d
had a small private ceremony for her father who she didn’t get to see in the
closed casket. I didn’t want her seeing the fuck without a face. I’d identified
him by what was left of him only to reassure myself that he was really gone but
there was no way I was letting her see that.

We were finally able to concentrate on her pregnancy
for the first time as well. She no longer seemed to carry that haunting fear
from before. She never once asked what had happened to the two men but I’m
pretty sure she knew. I picked that up about the third time she hugged me out
of nowhere and kissed me long and hard before saying thank you and walking
away.

When the story did finally break on the six o’clock
news weeks later that shit went national in a matter of hours and from there it
just took the fuck off. It became an international issue within twenty-four
hours. People were scrambling to find their
asses
.
Anyone who’d ever had any association with the two men were back peddling like
an Olympic gold medalist in the final stretch. Everyone was suspect. Of course
the big guns came down from Washington, they wanted to know where Carla had
gotten her information, since they were now into trampling the rights of
people’s freedom of speech I’d made sure to cover both our
asses
.
I fed her a lesser evil so to speak, one of the elite that had been a part of
the sick fuck network of pedophiles. Only I made sure that when she tugged on
that string the senator and the doctor fell right into her lap. For all she
knew I only knew about the tycoon I’d thrown her. I did that protect my wife.
It had taken me a lot of maneuvering and bullshit to be able to tie everything
up neatly without her name ever coming up. I had to leave out her father’s name
in the end; there was no way to implicate him without getting her involved but
that was a small price to pay.

Everyone was searching for the two missing men. Of
course it’s widely believed that they’re hiding out somewhere so the news
reached to every corner of the fucking earth. I’d protected the children by
keeping their names out of the public eye. Those who decided or whose families
decided to tell their story had the option if they so chose but no one could
get near them. Whistler had tied up the estates in so much litigation their
families had been only too happy to settle with the victims. In the end they
just wanted it to all go away. The world did not take the buying and selling of
children into sexual slavery very lightly. There was damn near a witch-hunt in
Washington, everyone was watching everyone else and as was to be expected there
was a lot of finger pointing going on. I’d given Carla the copies of what we’d
found and held onto the originals of course. We had a list of names on there of
men who I was sure thought they’d escaped because their money and names had
shrouded them but these fucks would soon be visited in the dead of night. There
was about to be an outbreak of something deadly among the world’s elite.
Couldn’t make it too bloody though I’d like to cut their fucking heads off. But
that would definitely raise some questions.

I kept my wife isolated from it all, those first few
days I dedicated to making sure she was healing properly in body and mind. We
found her a doctor that was a nice fit for both of us. She’d agreed to have the
sessions in house so Blossom could be comfortable in her own surroundings and I
made sure I was always on hand in case things went south and she needed me. The
children we’d brought back were once more with their families. In the end we
were lucky enough to save most of them but some were already long gone. I kept
that truth from
her
as well she didn’t need the
heartache.

Jason had had a hard few days of it then too. We’d
spent many nights after Blossom had gone to bed talking. He’d hated his father
for what he’d been a part of but the child in him had still borne that natural
love of a child for a parent. He refused any talk of a shrink and I didn’t push
but made sure I kept on top of him, watching for any signs that he would spiral
downward. The men had taken him under their wing and it wasn’t long before he
fancied himself some sort of security force. As long as he was no longer losing
sleep over the necessary destruction of a monster he could call himself
superman for all I cared.

 

 

Things were finally quiet now almost a damn year
later. Somehow we’d kept her name out of all of
it which
had been my only concern. After we’d buried her father she seemed to have put
the shit to rest. She’d wanted to go through her old home for any mementos she
might want to keep and I’d let her. Now she had little pieces of her mom
throughout our new home. She wasn’t hiding and crying anymore, these days she
was too busy driving my ass up the wall for that. Between the two of them it
was like a three ring circus around here. I spent most of my time during
daylight hours feeling like a fucking school principal but the nights, well
let’s just say her sensuality hasn’t waned. In fact pregnancy seemed to amp
that shit up a notch or two.

She loved sex, loved spending hours on end under me;
some nights we’d go at it until early morning when I’d finally have to call a
halt lest she hurt herself. I fell in love with her pregnant body, she was ripe
and round and so fucking sex that just watching her walk across a room could
get me hard as fuck. Jason was very attuned and would make himself scarce
usually after rolling his eyes at me before heading for the nearest exit. I
wasn’t too worried about his living with us curbing my enthusiasm. Nothing was
ever going to be allowed to do that shit.

Fuck sometimes I could be in the middle of a meeting
with the team going over strategy or some fuck and I’d catch a look of her on
the monitor moving from room to room and I’d excuse myself and go drag her off
somewhere to fuck. Then the bigger she grew the bondage and toys came into
play, sexiest fucking thing ever. That shit made me want to keep her knocked up
all the time. She just seemed so vulnerable and womanly then, and her body,
damn. Just the thought of it was enough to make me shoot off in my pants.

On the other hand when she wasn’t under me or over me
she was getting into shit with Jason, and the amount of shit these two could
come up with boggles the mind. She has no fear these days none whatsoever and
that shit scares the fuck out of me. It’s as if she’s trying to make up for her
missed childhood, trying to fit all that she’d missed into each day and now she
has a sidekick to help her out. Her security
team have
their hands full that’s for sure. My wild child gives them a run for their
money and then some. Sometimes I dread hearing the report of their exploits,
which I only get when the men think she’s done something to put herself in
danger.

 
I’m headed home
now to see what the hell they have waiting for me. At least things had been
quieter since the new additions but not by much. They’d just found new ways to
torment my ass.

 

I came through the door of the home she’d made for all
of us and headed straight upstairs taking the stairs two at a time. I found her
just where I expected her to be. Standing just inside the doorway I watched
her, my heart full of love and admiration. She didn’t turn though I knew she
knew I was there, she always knew. “Give me one.” I walked in and stood over my
girls, all three of them. We’d had twins, Dana and Jenna. Dana was asleep but
Jenna picked her head up as soon as she heard my voice. She wanted daddy to
pick her up but first things first. I leaned over my wife and took her mouth,
reacquainting myself with her taste. “Hmm, I needed that.” I took the baby from
her arms as I stood bringing her to my shoulder. They were a little less than
two months but already they ran shit.

 
Everyone bent
over backwards to cater to
their
every need. There
were times when I’d have a bad moment as I watched them. I’d imagine the life
their mother had led, how much of this had been denied her and it hurt my
heart. But Blossom was the complete opposite she reveled in the fact that our
girls would have what she didn’t. She didn’t seem to be holding onto the past
as much as I did. I think it’s because she never had time to dwell on shit.
After the dust had settled somewhat she’d been too busy fixing up our home and
running roughshod over poor Jason who she bossed around and fussed over like a
hellion. He usually tried hiding behind me to get away from her shit but I just
gave him up. He needed it, they both did. He was the one good thing from her
past and I was happy that she had that at least.

I learned more and more in those first few months just
what the kid had gone through to try saving her. He tried to play down his time
on the streets living out of garbage cans, moving from place to place so his
crazy ass father didn’t find him. Taking rides with strangers that sometimes
weren’t much better than the animal he was trying to escape. I guess his build
had saved him a time or two from unsavory fucks. He shied away from that shit
more but I read between the lines. He’d always have a place in our lives
because of the sacrifice, plus his being here was just what she needed and I
was grateful. That’s when I didn’t feel like killing his ass. The kid is a
fucking menace.

“Where’s your brother?” She gave me one of her guilty
looks, which meant that either one or both of them had been up to some shit she
knew I wasn’t going to like. “I think Jenna already knows you see how she just
picks her head up whenever you walk into a room?” Uh huh, I know my daughters
no one has to tell me shit about them they’re both
daddy’s
girls through and through. But I also know my wife and right now she’s
stalling. That’s okay whatever it is that she’s done I’ll just take it out of
her later.

The sex has been phenomenal just here lately. After
her six-week checkup a few days ago I’ve been in her as often as I looked at
her, no change there. That natural sensuality of hers is even more enhanced
since the babies came. I think it’s because giving birth awakened her to her
power as a woman, because there’s no way I was ever doing that shit. Fuck me; I
almost ended the fucking doctor and half the hospital staff during her labor.
No one warned me that that shit would be so gruesome. If my men hadn’t been out
in the waiting room on guard duty I probably would’ve turned bitch and puked my
guts out.

She was scared, screaming and crying all at the same
time, all the things that were a big no
no
.
The only time I like my wife to scream is when I’m fucking her so good she
forgets there’re other people in the house. I have security all over the
fucking place these days because I’m never sure if one of those fuckers that
I’d burned in that sting would ever find out I was involved and seek
retribution. Plus I wanted her to feel safe at all times. And like I said I was
fond of taking her down whenever the mood struck, sometimes the bedroom was too
far away. But that night her screams had been of a whole other nature. It’s not
easy for a man to watch his woman in that much fucking pain and not be able to
stop it. Afterwards when they’d placed the girls in her arms she’d acted like
that shit hadn’t just happened while I’d still been fucking traumatized.

“What did you or he do this time baby?” Just then the
culprit came through the door into the nursery. He went first to Dana who was
asleep in her mother’s arms and kissed her head before coming over to do the
same to little Jenna who was nodding off on my shoulder. He’s a very proud
uncle and one of the many people I have to fight to get some time with my kids.
He’s grown a good foot in the last year and eats like a linebacker but he’s
still a boy with a boy’s heart. He’s in school and doing well there, curious
about every fucking thing under the sun. A son any father would be proud of
until he started encouraging my wife in her shit.

“What have you been up to Jason?” He looked back at
her and then
back
to me with a guilty look on his face
before answering. Shit. Well at least he’s not in jail or dead so whatever it
is I can probably handle it. I walked over to the crib to put my little girl
down for her nap. “This one’s asleep. Okay give it to me straight.” I eyeballed
both of them while standing in the middle of the room. “Uh you know that car
all the way at the end?” I held the bridge of my nose as I waited for it. “What
did you do to my
Atalante
boy?” Please tell me he
hasn’t found a way to fuck up an eight million dollar car.

“What’s the big deal it doesn’t even run? But uh, I
think I might’ve done something to it.” He held up his hands and stepped
backward away from me and out of the room. “You I’ll deal with later.” I
pointed at my wife as I headed out the door for the garage to see what the fuck
the kid had done to my other baby. A man has to have his toys, mine just happen
to come in the shape of classic cars. This particular beauty was built in
nineteen thirty-seven and was one of only a handful made at the time. Yes it
didn’t run anymore but so what? It’s a thing of beauty.

I found him sitting in the driver’s seat with a stupid
look on his face. “I wonder how upset she’ll be if I kill your ass?” He grinned
and I gave it some serious thought until I heard the engine start up. What the
fuck? I walked over as he hopped out. “I fixed your piece of crap.” I looked at
him and then at the car in amazement. There’s no way he could’ve fixed the
shit; the dealer said they didn’t even carry those parts anymore, hadn’t since
the fifties or some shit. “What do you mean you fixed it, how?”

“Well I went on line and looked up the old manual, I found
the engine on there and just took it apart and worked backwards.”

“What do you mean worked backwards?

“Well I had to figure out what made it work in the
first place so I could see what stopped working.” I didn’t understand fuck that
he was saying but that didn’t stop me feeling like a proud father. “Ash wants
to drive it.”

“Uh I don’t think you can just take this baby out on
the road they have laws for that shit, I’ll have to look it up. Besides she has
a car, or three what does she
want
with my baby?”

“You do know your wife is stuck in the last century
right, this is just her type of crap.” He’s right there, she does have some
archaic views on certain things. Then again that makes my life easier in some
ways.

“I don’t think it’ll run fast enough to be road
worthy.” I walked around the car running my hands over it. The kid had shined
it up too.

“Uh about that, I kinda did a little tinkering with
it, it can go zero to eighty in a sec.”

“Get the fuck out.” Now I want to drive the shit.
“Wait a minute, no way, uh
uh
. This some new scheme
you two come up with?” My wife as I’ve said before has no fear. She goes at
life like there’s no tomorrow, which is what I always thought I wanted until
she got behind the wheel of a car. These days I always know when she leaves the
house because her detail calls me at least three times in two hours when
they’ve lost her or more like she’s lost them. According to them she likes to
play chicken, speeding in and out of traffic to lose them. Except when she’s
taking the kids somewhere, then I don’t get any complaints. The first time I
saw her in action I’d taken her by surprise. She’d been driving home from
shopping just a few days ago and I’d taken the afternoon off to spend sometime
with my girls. I saw the little red rocket go flying by me and almost had a
fucking heart attack when I pulled up behind her at the light two minutes later
and realized it was
her
. I started to get out and get
her ass but the light changed so I had the pleasure of following behind her
with my heart in my throat. I didn’t dare call her because I was too afraid
she’d kill herself if she answered.

That was the first time I’d ever spanked her ass in
anger. I’d been so scared and pissed that I’d barely given her time to climb
out of her car before dragging her upstairs and pulling her over my knee. Of
course I had to fuck her afterwards just to reassure myself that she was safe
and hadn’t killed herself on the damn highway. So I’m not sure how much of a
punishment it had been in the end.

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