*~*Nine Months Later*~*

"Rashbaum! You have a visitor!"

David peered over his book at the guard and raised an eyebrow. His curls were tied up in a ponytail, having grown longer over the last few months. A small cut over his right eye had only begun to heal over from a nasty fight in the shower with other inmates.

"It's about time. Getting lonely in here." He stood slowly and faced the wall of his cell, hands behind his back. The guard placed the cuffs on him and walked David down the long cold hallway.

"No conjugal visit this time," the guard stated, "Warden denied your request."

"What a pity," David moaned and fluttered his lashes, "Maybe I could get my hands on you later. What you say, handsome?" He blew a kiss at the guard who rolled his eyes.

"Looks like it's just you and your hand tonight."

He pushed the heavy door leading into the visitor area and smirked at Lexi. She'd worn a favorite today. Tight leather skirt with stilettos to show off her long legs. The guard removed his cuffs and took up post by the door.

David licked his lips and knelt at Lexi's feet. "Mistress..."

"Tsk," Lexi clucked her tongue as she peered down her nose at him, "Is that the best you can do, scum?"

"My apologies, Mistress," he whispered, lowering himself and pressing his lips to her feet, "Thank you for gracing me with your presence, Mistress. I'm sorry for disappointing you."

"Hmm, better," she said before turning sharply and walking toward the fixed table and chair, her heels clicking loudly on the concrete in the ensuing silence. She sat daintily on the cold steel and waited for her husband.

David crawled on his hands and knees behind his wife, kneeling in front of her chair with his head bent. "Rashbaum...up in the chair now!" The guard yelled out. David scurried off the floor and plopped down across the table from Lexi.

Lexi threw the guard a withering look and sneer before regarding David with an equally dark expression. "You're looking...well," she said sarcastically, "The prison orange suits you."

He glanced down and shrugged. "You know I've never shied away from bright colors. I gotta say though...you look a vision. Haven't worn that skirt in a long time, baby." David leaned over to get a closer look. "No panties?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she smirked evilly, "Maybe after I've given you your present I'll let you find out."

"A present, huh? Intriguing. What did my beautiful wife bring me?"

"I think...," she said slowly, reaching into her handbag and pulling out a buff-colored envelope, "you'll find this very informative."

She started to slide it across the table until the guard coughed and walked over, taking the envelope and inspecting the contents. With a nod, he handed it back to her. Lexi rolled her eyes and tossed the envelope across the table at David.

"Okay...not what I was expecting," David sighed and pulled out a thin stack of 4x6 photos. "Nat." He trailed a finger over her pale face and raven hair, a faint hint of her scent recalled from memory. He flipped to the next photo of Natalie with a very pronounced belly. "Wait...what? She's pregnant? When was this taken?! Fuck, it's Delansa all over again..."

"Hmm," Lexi hummed, "You. Didn't. Learn. Your. Lesson. From. Last. Time. Did you, you base animal?"

David's eyes jumped to Lexi's and he swallowed thickly. "I did...in the beginning...sorta..."

"When was the first time you didn't?"

He averted his eyes and exhaled sharply. "Night of the Superbowl in the bar...before I bent you over the pool table and fucked you because you wouldn't leave me alone."

"Keep looking," she taunted, "You'll enjoy the next piece even more."

David thumbed to the next picture showing Natalie and Richie smiling at each other on the Seaside Boardwalk, her hand outstretched to show a very large diamond on her finger. He had to force the bile back down his throat as the next showed Richie with his arms around Natalie, her holding a baby dressed in a onesie.

"Oh look!" Lexi sneered at her husband, "Green works so well with the orange."

He glared at her and growled at the last two photos. Ava dipping Raiden's foot into the water and laughing. Richie holding Raiden and looking down at him with the ocean and sunset in the background.

"They make a lovely family," Lexi said, "Don't they? The baby could pass for being Ava's sibling."

"That's mine, you bastard," David grumbled through his teeth. "Goddamn Sambora."

"Raiden Alexander Brockman. Born April 25th, 6.25 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes," Lexi recited, "Mother, Natalie R. Brockman. Father, unknown. Guardian, Richard S. Sambora." She curled her top lip in a nasty smile at David's sharp inhale of breath with the final piece of information.

"Blonde hair...blue eyes?"

She turned her phone on and pulled up Natalie's Facebook account and said, "He has the most adorable curls too. See?"

Lexi started a video of Raiden and Richie, both sleeping on the couch in Richie's living room, Natalie was whispering behind the camera as she walked around the couch filming them.

"I...I have another son?" David asked shakily.

Natalie's voice echoed in the concrete room, "I can't believe I've been so lucky to have this beautiful man to love me and Raiden." The screen showed Richie opening his sleepy eyes and smiling up at the camera before peering down at his chest where Raiden slept before kissing the top of the boy's curly blonde hair.

The vision shimmered as Natalie moved the camera to show her kissing Richie sweetly, framing the three of them on screen before it went black.

David could still feel her lips on his, soft and curious. His eyes watered. "I need to talk to her..."

"No you don't," Lexi jeered. "Are you forgetting what you did to her? You're the one that gives her nightmares now. The one that raped her and threatened her life. She's found solace in another man's arms. A man who is gonna raise your child and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Then why bring these to me? Why bother?"

"Because there may be a solution," she lowered her voice to barely a whisper, placing her hand on his face to make it look as though whispering words of endearments for the guard's sake.

David's eyes closed at his wife's touch. "Tell me..."

With a quick glance toward the bored guard, she quickly outlined her plan, playing her strengths to David's weaknesses to ensure he understood everything down to the most minute detail.

"When did this happen?" David asked her and nodded at the answer. "And she knows where to find him?"

"Yes. I have all the information," she tapped her temple, "You, my dear, just need to get the fuck out of here. So you are going to do everything, and I mean everything, to secure your early release. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"

"Yes, Mistress. I won't disappoint you again. I'll be on my best behavior."

"Good. Now..." she shifted in her seat, her back to the guard, angling herself toward David and planted her feet firmly on the ground, knees spread as far as her skirt would allow, "since you've been a good boy, you can get a sneak peek of what's waiting when you get out."

Leaning casually against the table, she pulled the hem of her skirt up to show the slick, pink lips of her smooth pussy. David's mouth watered and his eyes danced over her.

"What I wouldn't do to bury my face in that pussy. Promise me one thing, Mistress. When I get out, I need you to sit on my face until you're screaming in pleasure. Will you do that for me? Oh please, Mistress."

"Hmm...I'll think about it," she said noncommittally as she swiped her fingers quickly through her juice before standing to kiss his cheek goodbye, patting his cheek and leaving her scent behind as she strode off toward the door and leaving the photos spread all over the table taunting him.

*~*California*~*

Heads turned as the sultry blonde with ruby red lips exited the airport, her stilettos clicking impatiently on the tarmac. Rather than the hotel, Jenna climbing into her ride and pulled out the information Lexi had given her.

"The Rabbit Hole, please," she instructed the driver.

"You got it, gorgeous," her driver replied.

Richie Sambora. Rockstar. Recovering alcoholic, check. Known drug user, check. A womanizer who loves blondes, double-check. Rabbit Hole is his favorite bar/strip club.

Jenna texted Lexi on the ride to Malibu. She stretched her long tanned legs out and sighed. "And you're sure that's where he goes every Friday night?"

Lexi: Like clockwork. Creature of habit.

Jenna: You think David will follow through? He's always been a flighty one.

Lexi: If he wants his son, he will do exactly as he was told.

Jenna: He said he wanted you too and yet he's slept around since you all got together. You can't trust anything men say. Could have been like me. Single, free without a care in the world, able to fuck whomever, whenever, wherever. Why'd you have to choose the marriage route? We always had the nastiest, greatest times.

Lexi: We did and we still can. He is controllable...and dispensable in the end. Then you and I can be together the way we always said we would, baby. Just do as we planned. The sooner this is done, the sooner you'll have my tongue between your legs again.

Jenna: Mmm, show me. If he's in there for a while, you could fly out and keep me company when I'm not on this Sambora mission. Nothing's really stopping you.

She smirked when a photo message came through. A pic of her best friend stripping down for a bath, sitting with her legs spread on the side of the tub.

Lexi: There'll be a video waiting for you, baby, when you finish with that thing called Richie Sambora. Xxx

Jenna smirked and wiggled in the backseat, propping her foot up on the seat and massaged herself. She winked at the driver and moved her thong to the side, snapping a photo and sending it to Lexi.

Jenna: And that will be waiting in bed for you xoxo

The car pulled up the Rabbit Hole dive bar and Jenna stepped out, ensuring she was covered. She blew a kiss to the bouncer and sauntered past him. No sign of Richie at the bar. Shit.

She ordered herself a drink and paid for one of the premium spots by the stage. The current dancers were amateurs at best. She finished her drink and ordered another, her eyes widening as she spotted Richie on the opposite side of the stage.

Jenna: Found him.

"Here you go, gorgeous," the topless waitress giggled.

Jenna tucked a $50 into her G-string. "I'll give you another $50 if you send that man over there a drink. Whatever he's having. Richie?"

"Oh yeah, he's a regular of mine. I got you, honey." The waitress slipped away and Jenna waited, watching with bated breath when Richie was finally handed the drink. She was pointed out as sending it to him and he nodded to her, holding up the drink.

He downed the scotch in one and approached her, sliding on the couch with a charming smile. Jenna knew his kind. Ego-driven wild man who thought with his cock.

"Hello, darlin'," Richie smiled his panty-dropping smile, "Thought I'd be polite and come say thank you for the drink. I'm Richie, and you are?"

"Jenna," she held out her dainty hand to shake his. "And you're welcome. It's not every day I see a man at handsome as you." She slid closer so her breast grazed Richie's arm.

"Well, Jenna," he breathed her name as his eyes slid down her ample cleavage, "it's a...mmm... pleasure to meet you."

Jenna licked her full lips and smiled. "Oh, trust me. The pleasure is all mine. You're a little too good looking for a dive bar though. Who let you off their leash?"

"No leash around this neck, darlin'," Richie smirked, "Though if you're into that kink..." He finished with a quirked eyebrow.

"I'm up for anything that's a good time, whether it's teasing a delicious cock or licking a juicy pussy," Jenna chuckled. "I can be a fun time with the right people."

Richie looked around the room quickly, licking his lips as he moved a little closer to speak hotly against her ear over the music. "Wanna get outta here, beautiful?" he asked.

"My place or yours?"

"Yours," he said. He stood, adjusting himself and swallowing the remainder of his drink before placing his hand on the small of her back as they made their way towards the waiting car.

"Malibu Beach Inn," she said to the driver then turned to Richie. "And here I thought I'd be going back alone. Guess it's my lucky night, huh?"

Richie eyed her over appreciatively. He'd told Natalie about working late in the studio, conveniently leaving out the time when he would be returning. If there was one thing he couldn't keep his hands off of, it was women.