Page 33 of Desire

Chapter 24

Four days had passedsince my meetings with Webber and Alex and a week since the attack on Bridget. I hadn’t known what to say to Alex other than to reassure him that I would do everything in my power to protect him. I hated this feeling of helplessness. It brought back too many memories. And even though I was trying to overcome my insecurities, not only for myself, but for Bridget, I couldn’t change overnight. We slept in the same bed every night, and while we had done a lot of touching and petting, I had forced myself to stop before things went further. However, she had been complaining less and less of any pain in her ribs.

Webber had called me earlier while I was at the office to let me know that Alex would be returning to Malcolm’s home in the morning. After I’d hung up with him, I thought it might be a good idea to pay a little visit to Malcolm. I wasn’t going to kick the shit out of him, no matter how tempted I might be, but perhaps putting the fear of god into him might make me feel better. It was almost time for him to get home from work. I’d just head over to the house before returning home to my woman.

I arrived shortly after 6:00 pm, knocked on the door, and waited until I heard a faint “Just a minute” come from inside the house. I waited impatiently, until finally the door opened.

“Yes, can I help you?”

Immediately, I noticed the tape across his nose. Bridget had said she thought she broke the intruder’s nose. My gut had said Malcolm had something to do with it. This confirmed it in my opinion. It was too coincidental. Now that I was face to face with the piece of shit, I wanted to kill him. It took every ounce of willpower I had to stop myself from reaching out and beating him to death.

“You don’t recognize me, do you?”

He looked quizzically at me for a few minutes before shaking his head. “Should I?”

“My name is Connor. I met you at the gym a couple of weeks ago. I asked you to spot me during my workout.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember now. What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” I could hear the puzzlement in his voice.

“I know a lot about you Malcolm. A lot. In fact, I probably know more about you than you would want me to. Like the fact that there’s a certain bookie in town you owe a substantial amount of money to. I know you like to hit people who can’t defend themselves. I even know about the prostitute you picked up a few years ago. Peaches was her street name, I believe.”

He stared at me in shock. And fear. Bullies only got off on tormenting those smaller than them. “What do you want?”

“First off, you’re going to keep your fucking hands off Alex. Second, you’re going to allow Bridget visitation. Oh, and if you are ever within ten feet of her, I won’t hesitate to beat the everloving shit out of you.”

I stepped into his personal space and leaned forward until our faces almost touched. “And just so you know, if you lay a single finger on either Alex or Bridget again, I will kill you. Slowly. Painfully. And no one will ever find your body when I’m through with it. You don’t fucking touch what is mine. They’re both my family. And I protect my family. I’ll be watching you.”

I walked away before I did something I would regret.

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I didn’t wantto go home with this much anger coursing through me, so I drove around for thirty minutes before my blood stopped boiling. Seeing that bandage on Malcolm’s nose had me on the verge of spontaneous combustion. I kept picturing the description she gave of the man dragging her toward her room. I wouldn’t have put it past Malcolm to rape her in addition to beating the shit out of her. He was the type of guy who got off on making others feel powerless. That’s the way it was with bullies. It wasn’t healthy for me that the scene kept playing over and over. I needed something to replace it. And I knew exactly what that something was.

I clicked the Bluetooth and spoke into the microphone. “Call Bridget.”

As I waiting for the call to connect, I replaced the images in my head with other images. Better images. My cock hardened, and I couldn’t wait to get home.

“Hello,” Bridget answered.

“Hello, my gorgeous sub. Have you been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I should be home shortly. Have you eaten yet?”

“No, Sir, I was waiting for you.”

“Don’t wait for me. I want you to eat before I get home, because I have a task for you.”

“But what about you, Sir? You need to eat as well.”

“Thank you for thinking of me, but I’ll pick up something on the way. I’ll be home in about an hour. Once you’ve eaten, here’s what you will do for me.”

I went on to explain exactly what I wanted from her. I disconnected the phone once I’d given her my instructions and smiled at the thought of what tonight held.

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