Sex Retreat(79)
“Can I please?” she drawled, batting her eyelashes.
“Sure, whore, come on up here and blow me.”
“I’d love to,” she said, noticing a man leaving the building straight ahead. She massaged Cash’s shoulders and blew in his ear. “I can’t wait to suck that meaty little penis.”
And her slip-up, one negative connotation, was quite possibly the only thing that saved her life.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Cops swarmed the rest area between the Bristol, Virginia, and Tennessee state lines. Trixie shook as she clung to the huge blanket thrown over her shoulders when the police arrived on the scene.
Cash had beaten her severely after she’d made a reference to his small penis size and as luck would have it, an off-duty cop from another state had witnessed it all. He immediately dialed 9-1-1 and quickly intervened, stopping the brutal crime unfolding before his eyes.
“Mrs. Sheldon, your husband is on the way,” an officer said.
“Thank you,” she said, rummaging through her vehicle.
“Is there something I can find for you?”
“I’m looking for my phone,” she replied. “Have you seen it?”
“No, ma’am,” the officer said. “I’m sure it’s not with the perpetrator. He was frisked.”
Trixie turned then and glared at Cash Whitehead as a round of slurs were blatantly screamed in her direction. Addressing the officer again, she asked, “Did my husband say when he would be here?”
About that time, a Cow Camp truck came to a screeching halt. Brock and Rory barreled out of the cab and ran toward her.
Shrugging away the blanket, Trixie sprinted to them. “Brock! Rory!”
Tears fell down her cheeks as she clung to them as if they were her only lifelines. “I thought I was going to die.”
“I thought we were too late,” Brock admitted, shaking against her. “I was so scared, baby.”
“We were both terrified, Trixie,” Rory said.
Holding her at arm’s length, Brock said, “Let me see you.”
As soon as he took one look at her, a horrified expression came over him. He gripped her arms and moved her aside. “Rory, take her to the car.”
“Brock, no!” she screamed, trying to stop him as he marched across the parking lot.
An officer was leading Cash to a nearby cruiser when Brock attacked from the back, slamming his fist against the side of his head. “You like to hit women? Do you? How’s this feel, motherfucker?”
He struck Cash again and again. Rory grabbed Trixie and wouldn’t let her go. “He knows what he’s doing.”
“The hell he does!” Trixie screamed. “He’ll end up killing him!”
“No he won’t,” Rory said evenly. “And by the looks of it, no one here plans to stop him.”
Trixie slowly surveyed the faces of the men observing the whole episode. No one tried to intervene. None of the officers tried to stop Brock from attacking her perpetrator. None of them drew their weapons. No one pulled him off.
When Cash finally slumped at Brock’s feet, he kicked him in the side, and said, “Next time, I’ll kill you. I protect my family. I love my woman. And I’ll be damned if you’ll have her.”
Through bloody lips, Cash snarled. An evil laugh resounded as Brock stormed away from him. “You think I was with her for nearly six hours and didn’t fuck her, Sheldon? Look at her! Look! At! Her!”
Brock’s eyes met Trixie’s. A harrowing darkness swept across his face, and as if everything happened in slow motion then, Brock reached behind his back and drew a pistol.
“Brock!” she screamed.
Rory and Trixie both ran toward him then.
Officers drew their guns. Threats ricocheted around them.
“Drop your weapon!” an officer screamed, stepping in front of Cash’s crouched form.
Brock took another step and then another.
“Brock, please! Don’t do this! Please listen to me! He’s lying! Do you hear me? He is lying to you!” Trixie screamed aloud as she felt her life was about to end right before her very eyes. The man she loved would be gunned down in front of her and Rory. Her children would later live without his presence in their lives.
“Brock!” Rory yelled, ripping away the hands trying to hold him back. “He ain’t worth it, man. Don’t do this!”
Brock pointed the gun at Cash’s head. “Trixie!”
“Mr. Sheldon, drop your weapon!” an officer bellowed, closing in on him with his weapon propped against his forearm.
Cash sneered. “You think that cunt would tell you the truth? Hell no. I fucked her. I fucked her mouth, her ass, her pussy, and she liked it, man. She enjoyed every bit of it.”