The Billionaire(43)

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.