“I saw your messages, and I’m not worried about the fucking police. Like I said, get the fuck out of this room unless you want me to pop your eyes out like Rory did to Eric.” I bark, pointing at the double doors they just came through. With his jaw on the floor, Nyx turns to Malachi and stares at him dumbfoundedly before facing me. He doesn’t say anything, which for him is unheard of, before stomping out of the room like a toddler. Malachi, on the other hand, pushes a little harder.

“Jace, you're not thinking clearly. We need to get this under control. We’re all involved, and they will be here at nine am.” he says, looking over at my shoulder to point out Rory, which pushes me past my limit. No one looks at my fucking woman, and he knows that. Especially while she’s naked in my fucking bed. “The three of us are always involved, and I've never let you guys down in the past. Rory’s involvement only ensures I'm even more cautious than ever. Now Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

I wouldn't be working with Malachi and Nyx if I didn't fully trust them, but the terrified gasp Rory made at Nyx’s implication, combined with Malachi trying to catch a glance, makes me want to ring their fucking necks together. I'll take responsibility for not responding to their text messages, but I knew eventually, the police would want to speak to Rory. I've covered all the bases. Right now, my biggest concern is that this little stunt will throw her back into a catatonic state. If it hasn’t already. 

Once he’s gone, I strut to the bed to regain control of this situation. There’s a Rory Sized lump hiding under the blanket, and it’s shaking uncontrollably. If I had to guess by its shape, my Little slut is curled up in the fetal position. She has nothing to fear, but I must handle this situation with kid gloves. She’s only said a few bare, minimal words in the crimes of passion. I can’t go another week or longer without being entranced by her voice. 

Carefully, I inch onto the bed and roll the satin black comforter back until a bird's nest of wavy auburn hair is looking back at me. My hand barely grazes the base of Rory’s neck, and she flinches away from me. Which absolutely won’t do. She’s not going to hide from me. I tear the blanket off her, discard it on the floor, and flip her from her side to her back. Straddling her stomach, I grab both of her wrists, lean down, and pin them over her head.

“Tsk Tsk, Little slut. You ought to know better than to try and hide from me. You have nothing to be afraid of. Now let’s go back to the master suite and get dressed before I fuck you again.” She blinks back at me a few times, then nods, and for a second, I am dumbstruck. The little brat never listens to me.  

From the playroom, I carry Rory back to the master suite and straight to the bathroom. I’d love to fill the bath again and relax with my girl, but I place her down on the suede upholstered vanity bench instead. “Stay put, little slut. Don’t make me chase you,” I warn and trek to a digital keypad on the far wall. With this being Rory’s home now, I’ll finally be able to share all the amenities it has to offer, like the badass shower. It can fit at least six people comfortably, has a recessed waterfall shower head, and on the two side walls, there are five vertical jet sprayers. I tap the keypad's screen to light it up, set the water to a hot but not scalding temperature, and turn on all the jets. I’m setting the pressure slightly higher in hopes it soothes some of the muscles she worked last night. 

  “Wash up and take as much time as you need. I’ll be right in the other room,” I say once Rory stands from the bench and steps the underwater. She doesn’t respond, which makes my insides ache. She hasn’t said a word since Nyx and Malachi stampeded in, talking about the police looking for her. Fuck I could kill both of them right now. 

I take a final glance at Rory’s small frame, standing in the massive size shower before leaving the bathroom and going straight to my office. The master suite has his and hers walk-in closets, and I transformed one of them into a tech lair. There are plenty of other rooms in the house I could have installed, but while watching Rory, I wanted to be as close to them as possible at all times, and my bedroom is my comfort.  

To make sure I can hear when my little slut comes out, I leave the sliding door cracked and swivel the mouse to wake the screens up. I can hack into anything I’d like at the simple press of a few buttons, which is what I plan to do now. Our podunk police department has a weak firewall, making it easy for me to break into their digital case files and pull up my dear baby brother's records. It’s full of password protected domestic violence cases. I've already seen that we’re paid to be erased, but the very first one is what I'm looking for. I’ve dispersed each document to a monitor and start scanning over them. It figures my father's wife, Jamie, reported him missing first thing yesterday morning. With the house fire, she is determined there has to be foul play, but so far, the police have not a lick of evidence. The fire investigation proved a faulty wire caused the fire, and no one was home at the time of occurrence. Based on their information, calling my buddy at the precinct isn’t necessary. The police are only doing their due diligence, coming here to speak to Rory.

After putting the monitors to sleep, I check my phone for any more missed calls or messages and leave my office. Rory is sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a towel. Water beads are dripping from her hair down between the valley of her breasts, and it’s causing my dick to harden. I’d love to throw her on the bed and dirty her freshly cleaned skin, but we’re going to have guests soon, and my little slut really should get something to eat before they arrive. I stalk over to her, pull her into my arms, and with all the restraint, say, “Your whole wardrobe plus some are waiting in your closet. Go pick something out, and let’s get something to eat.” She breaks my hold, and while strutting away, the brat drops the towel, stopping at the threshold of the closet. I wasn't expecting her to say anything, but am not surprised when she looks over her shoulder and says, “Yes, sir.”

Down in the kitchen, I’m sitting at the black and white marble top island, reading a message from someone looking to use my services. Since I don’t consider Rory as a job, I really should take them on, but at the moment, I can’t help but peer at my little slut from over the screen. It’s her first time in the kitchen, and she is frantically searching the kitchen for the ingredients she needs. 

Now that she’s found everything, Rory is prepping the food, and it looks like a tornado ran through my kitchen. There are broken eggshells over the counters, and my little slut has splatters of pancake batter all over her face. At the stove, she’s adding fresh spinach and feta to an omelet, and at this moment, she’s never been more beautiful. Despite knowing what’s to come, her shoulders are relaxed, and the speck of fear usually hiding behind her BLANK eyes is gone. I can’t wait to witness this look from her every day for the rest of our lives. 

The sweet scents of maple and bacon fill the kitchen. On two platters, Rory places an entire breakfast spread at the center of the island, and my mouth waters, not knowing where I should start first. “Do you like coffee or juice with your breakfast?” she asks with her head in the refrigerator, debating between orange or cranberry juice. Pushing my stool back, I stalk over to her while she's still deep in thought over her beverage and wrap my arms around her torso. I draw her body in against mine, kiss the side of her neck, and say, “I’d rather be back in bed, but for now, orange juice will do. Would you like a mimosa to help you relax?” She shakes her head back and forth slowly, and I release my grip around her. While she grabs the juice, I open a set of cabinets next to the range top for a set of glassware.

Back at the island, Rory is seated and already has two plates piled high with a stack of pancakes, bacon, the omelet, and toast slathered in my favorite grape jam. She hasn’t taken a bite yet but has a glass half full of juice to her lips, about to take a sip when the doorbell rings. It feels like time stops, and in slow motion, the glass falls from her hand onto the hardwood floor at her feet, shattering into a million tiny pieces. The bell rings again in the distance, but I’m too focused on Rory to pay attention. She has a blank, empty look adorning her face but still tries to step away from the island as if to answer the door. I gather her up in my arms, though, before the glass does any damage and say, “ Woah there, you don’t have any shoes on. You’re not walking anywhere.” 

Like a baby, I carry her to the living room, gently lie her on a plush oversized sofa, and stalk to the front door. Cop or not, if they ring my fucking doorbell one more time, I’m going to shoot a bullet right between their eyes. When I open the door, I’m met by two officers, and neither of them are on my payroll, but one of them is good ole officer douchebag. I’d prefer it to be one of my men, but Randall Smith has already established a rapport with Rory and plenty of prior knowledge of the abuse she endured.

Without a word, I motion for them to enter the foyer, and once they do and the door closes behind them, officer Douchebag is the first to speak. “ Hello, Mr. Shaffer. As I’m sure you’ve already heard from your family,  your brother Eric is missing, and we were informed by your staff at Opulence Towers we could find his wife, Mrs. Rory Shaffer, here.” The nerve of this fuck whit calling her Eric’s wife. I’m about to give him a piece of my mind, but Rory must recognize his voice because she enters the foyer before I can open my mouth to say anything. She snuggles her body closely up to mine, looks at me, and then back at the police before hiding her face in my chest. I hope she can handle this, and when all is said and done, she doesn’t end up hating me. 

“You can speak to Rory all you like, but let’s go to the living room, and I’m not leaving her side.” Hand in hand, Rory and I walk to the living room with the two officers following. I point somewhere for them to sit while we take the sofa opposite them, and they waste no time getting started. Looking directly at Rory, the officer whose name tag reads Phillips starts the conversation. “I’m sorry to be the one to inform you, Ma’am, but Eric has been missing for over twenty-four hours. We’d like to take you to the station to answer some questions. Time is of the essence.” Randall must notice a change in Rory’s demeanor because he holds his arm out in front of his partner and says,  “Woah there, Alex, let's not scare Rory. We can start the interview here.” They’re wasting their time. Eric is long gone. To play along, though, I rub Rory’s back to remind her I’m here and have everything under control. 

When both of us are looking back at the officers, Randall continues, “ So, Mrs. Shaffer, when was the last time you spoke to Eric?” She doesn't respond but places a tiny, quivering hand into mine, then squeezes. She’s terrified of being arrested, and that fear is making it hard for me not to throw all my cards on the table and kick these two out, but I will allow them to finish this little interview then make them leave. 

“Rory, you’re not in any trouble, but as Eric's wife, your help with creating a timeline is crucial,” Randall finally says, causing a reaction out of Rory. She pushes herself off the couch, straightens her spine, and looks him in the face for the first time. The small gesture makes it hard for me to remain calm and hold back a smirk. My little slut is standing in confidence instead of cowering in fear, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. 

“I filed for divorce before moving out of our shared home. I am no longer Eric’s wife, but I am willing to help in any way possible. His mother called me the night before I moved a few weeks ago, and I spoke to Eric then. Talking to him isn’t something I do often. Did you forget until recently I had an order of protection set against him?” she says calmly and tries releasing my hand when finished, but I only hold on to her tighter. Both Randall and his partner are looking between Rory and I, obviously noting the chemistry, but I don’t give a fuck. They can look all they’d like. I'm not changing how I act towards her just because they’re here. 

Not wanting to give officer douchebag any more time of day, my little slut turns to Officer Philips, takes a deep breath, and says, “If you think what I have to say will have any impact on finding Eric, of course, I’ll come down to the station and help as much as I can.” Rory then curls against me as if she can dissuade me from stopping her and whispers into my chest, “It’s ok, Jace. Trust me.” My cock instantly stiffens. If these two weren’t here right now, I'd slam her against the wall until her cries of passion were echoing throughout the house, but they are. 

“Oh, I trust you, Little Slut, but just remember you also trust me,” I say before wrapping my hand around her waist and maneuvering her behind me. She slaps my back, and from the squeal she makes, I bet it hurt her more than it did me. Both officers are hunched together, coaxing up a plan to get Rory out of this house, but they have absolutely no grounds to do so. I clear my throat to get their attention one last time before kicking them the fuck out. “Sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Shaffer, but with her consent, we will just take the ex, Mrs. Shaffer, down to the station to finish the interview and be out of your hair. If you’d like, we can drop Rory back off at her condo for you when we’re done.” Officer Phillips says, and it snaps my final bit of restraint in half. Who the fuck do they think they are? Rory is mine, and she is staying here right where she belongs.

“You won’t be taking MY WIFE anywhere. If you’d like to speak with her further, I will bring her to the precinct at a scheduled time with our lawyer. Now get the fuck off my property.” 

𝙌: 𝑯𝙤𝒘 𝒅𝙤 𝙬𝒆 𝒇𝙚𝒆𝙡 𝙖𝒃𝙤𝒖𝙩 𝙩𝒉𝙚 𝙗𝒐𝙢𝒃 𝑰 𝒋𝙪𝒔𝙩 𝙙𝒓𝙤𝒑𝙥𝒆𝙙?

I𝐟 𝐲o𝐮'𝐫e l𝐨o𝐤i𝐧g f𝐨r s𝐨m𝐞t𝐡i𝐧g n𝐞w t𝐨 𝐫e𝐚d w𝐡i𝐥e y𝐨u w𝐚i𝐭 𝐟o𝐫 𝐭h𝐞 𝐧e𝐱t c𝐡a𝐩t𝐞r c𝐡e𝐜k o𝐮t
𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒔 by MinervaLaurent