Page 45 of Avenging Laura

“You think I’m falling for that shit? I know she’s your mother.”

“Bitch, please. A fucking cockroach is a better mother than that woman ever was. She was simply the incubator that carried me after she fucked another man. You think we don’t know the dynamics of how that whole bullshit worked? She fuckedDavid when the need was there. He fucked you. He fucked other women besides you. She fucked other men besides David. I bet the only reason she didn’t fuck Dominick was because he was her son. Yet through it all, you and Kathy were left behind while he took Maria. The one he bought as a child and raised and molded for him to use and abuse the way he felt he needed,” Laura baited the woman, as they put her in another interrogation room.

“That must have burnt your lily-white ass, didn’t it. You thought you were going to marry the boy you were in love with. He marries Kathy instead because she got knocked up by him. Then he leaves you both to deal with the fallout while he takes Maria and runs.”

“You two bitches think you know everything. You think that your husbands are going to still want you when your childbearing years are over? Your skin starts to wrinkle? You start getting old? See, women are no longer really women when they can’t have children, or they can’t attract a man because of their age. Men want younger women. Women that are youthful. Vibrant. Sexual. Women are only on this planet to carry a child the man fucks into them. Men can still produce children even in their eighties. You’ll find out when your husbands leave you for younger women.”

“Where does that leave you and Kathy since you’d be considered a waste of space in their world by your statement?” Sgt. Brocard asked, amused at Deanna’s statement.

“Trainers. We are used for the men to train the younger men in the society.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Sgt. Brocard and Laura looked at each other in disgust. Seriously? Trainers?

“Wait, you’re saying that the boys are sent to you, Kathy, and any others the higher-ups in the organization declare as old and you guys train them to do what? How to fuck the women stupid? Beat them?”

“You claim it’s beating. BDSM isn’t beating…” Deanna started until Laura slammed her hand down on the table.

“Donotstate that what you do is part of that lifestyle. A woman says no, all play stops. The submissive has the power in that lifestyle. Just because she’s a submissive doesn’t mean she’s weak. What you people practice is not BDSM,” Laura warned Deanna as she smacked the table.

“Potato, patato. You don’t get it, do you? This organization is one of the most powerful organizations in the world. They are global. Not just in the United States. This organization has members in congress, the senate, the military, world governments, the CIA, FBI, MI6, and other places. You don’t know how powerful we are.” Deanna smirked at Laura and Sgt. Brocard.

“For an organization so powerful, you guys are all running scared of little old us. Tell me, Deanna, how did you guys get photos of my husband and his team while on missions? His brothers?” Laura was almost afraid of the answer.

“We have people in the military. Especially the special forces community. It’s how we know they are coming. While I admit, your husband and several other teams have been very hard to penetrate, they do have to train with those we have penetrated. Men in the special forces community are so easy to turn because of how hard they are and have to be. They all have the desire to take their frustrations out on someone, especially to control a woman. I have to say they have been some of the best ones to train.”

Laura studied Deanna during her speech about the military. “You will never be able to get a man inside my husband or any of the teams he’s friends with. Those men are honorable men. Good men. There are more men like them then there are the men you claim to have trained. You may have one or two who have infiltrated the teams in a couple of the branches. But I promise you, they won’t last for long when they are confronted by real men.” Laura smirked at Deanna as she stood up.

“You think so now. But you’ll never find out. You won’t make it much longer, Laura. David is obsessed with you. You’re the one that got away. David wants you dead. My son will succeed in granting David his wish.” Deanna smiled at Laura as she looked down at her nails.

“The only thing Cyrus will succeed in, is begging for his life before I end it. You will be left alone to rot in a jail cell. But I will make sure that word gets out that you and Kathy both sang like fucking canaries about the organization and that you named names. That you both begged for witness protection. Let’s see how long you bitches last in a jail cell. You won’t make it to trial much less prison if you do get that lucky.”

Laura walked out of the interrogation room and right into Highlander’s arms. He held on to her tightly as she sobbed into his chest.

Highlander looked over at the captain, Dominick, Sgt. Brocard, and Jeannette. All four nodded at the same time, giving him the ok to take his wife out of the area. Instead of staying at HQ, he took her home.

When they got home, Highlander undressed her then got undressed himself and then steered her into the bathroom. He started the shower and then helped her into the shower in front of him. He continued to hold her waiting for the dam to break.

He didn’t have long to wait. As soon as he told her to let it go and that he had her, she let go. The sobs started out soft and quiet, then turned into gut wrenching sobs that nearly broke his heart. He knew she was hurting. He wished he knew what to do to help her.

All he could think of was holding her while she let her tears flow. Something his strong wife never felt like she should be able to do. He was going to make sure she knew she had a safe haven in him from now on.

Once the tears started to subside, he started washing her hair and then her body. There was nothing sexual about what he was doing. Once he’d got her cleaned up, he quickly washed his own body and military cut hair and got them out of the shower.

After drying her off with the towel, he brushed and dried her hair and then put her in the bed. Climbing in beside her, he held on to her as they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Highlander came abruptly awake when he felt hands encircle his cock and start stroking. Groaning from the sensation he looked down to see his wife’s eyes were still closed as she continued to stroke his cock.

“Lass,” he croaked, as he fought the need to start thrusting his hips.

“Hmm.”

“What are ye doing?”

“Petting the snake.”

“Laura!”

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