Deliver Me From Evil. Mary Monroe

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СКАЧАТЬ come up with one hell of a story to tell your old man about how you got loose. And, no matter what you tell him, it better not include my name,” he warned, shaking a fist in my face.

      “I am not going to back out now, Wade. I know it’s too late. And I need that money. I need to get up out of this city,” I whimpered in a voice that was cracking with each word. “I love Berkeley, and I thought I’d spend the rest of my life here. But I know I can’t do that now. Jesse Ray’s crazy if he thinks I am going to spend the rest of my life cooking and cleaning and taking care of his family and putting up with their bullshit by myself. And in my own house at that! I am tired of trying to talk some sense into that man’s hard head. Now all I want is to get as far away from him and my crazy in-laws as possible.” I snarled. I was surprised at how strong and determined my voice sounded when I got angry.

      “Then quit worrying. You making me nervous,” Wade insisted, giving me an exasperated look. “I know what I’m doing. My mama didn’t raise no fool. Shit.”

      “I’m not worried,” I said, with a pout. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind these days. I just hope that everything works out all right.” I sat up again and gave Wade a concerned look. “Maybe you should call Jesse Ray again tonight. Just so he knows you mean business. He can be pretty stubborn and exasperating. You saw that by the way he dragged you around on the telephone.” The insides of my thighs and my crotch were still throbbing. I started massaging myself with both hands, but that didn’t help. If anything, it made me ache even more.

      “I told him I’d call him again tomorrow. Now if you want this thing to work, we got to follow our own rules, too.”

      Wade pushed my hands away and started massaging me. That didn’t stop the aching in my private area, but his hands felt a lot better to me than mine did.

      “I don’t trust J.R. I know he said he wouldn’t call the cops or tell anybody, but what if he does?”

      “Look, if he calls the cops and we find out about it in time, we split,” Wade answered, pulling his hands away from my crotch. “I got a Mexican buddy down in Mexico City that owes me some favors. We could hole up with him from now on if it comes to that. The law ain’t too fond of him, so we wouldn’t never have to worry about him blabbing. Mexico is full of folks running away from something, so we’ll feel right at home. And if it comes to that, Jesse Ray will get to keep his money, but he won’t have you no more. As long as you don’t slip up, he won’t never find you or find out what happened to you. For all he’ll ever know, you laying dead somewhere in the mountains. Now do you think that the man you married would want to spend the rest of his life with that on his mind? Do you think he’d let something happen to you that he could have prevented?”

      “My husband loves me,” I insisted. But I had to wonder just how much Jesse Ray loved me after the way he’d hemmed and hawed when Wade called him up. I wasn’t so sure anymore.

      Wade rotated his neck and brought his lips together with such a quick move, they snapped shut like a coin purse. With his eyes on my face—and with a look on his face so lifeless, you’d have thought that he was watching this year’s most boring movie—he slid his tongue out and moistened his lips before he spoke again. “Your husband loves you? Uh-huh,” he muttered, nodding. “And is that why you are trying to cheat him out of half a million dollars?” Wade laughed.

      CHAPTER 5

      “I don’t like it when people laugh at me, Wade.” I pushed his hands away and gave him the dirtiest look I could manage, but that didn’t even seem to faze him. He kept laughing. “I wish you’d stop that!” I snarled, pinching the side of his arm. The two pillows that had been on the mattress were now on the floor, too flat and flimsy to be of any use, anyhow, so it didn’t matter where they were. I propped my head up on my arm, with my cheek pressed against my elbow, breathing out of the side of my mouth. Wade had eaten the day-old sardines and oysters, but there was such a foul taste in my mouth, it seemed like I’d eaten some, too.

      “Then stop humoring me,” he said, looking serious now.

      “I signed a prenup,” I said in a low, hollow voice, holding back a belch of my own.

      “You did what?”

      One of the few things that I didn’t like about this man was that I often had to tell him the same thing more than once. I couldn’t remember how many times I had already told Wade that I’d signed a prenuptial agreement. But I told him again, anyway.

      “I signed a prenuptial agreement. If I divorce Jesse Ray, I get next to nothing. I’ve already told you that.” For some mysterious reason, I had a feeling that this would be the last time I’d have to tell him this. I gave Wade a pleading look. “I can’t stay on with him the way things are.” I cleared my throat, but it was still hard for me to continue speaking. “Jesse Ray has changed. His work, his family, they all come before me now. It wasn’t always like that,” I said hoarsely.

      “Christine, will you get mad if I say something I probably shouldn’t say?”

      “You are too late for that, so you can say whatever you want to say now,” I said firmly, giving him a guarded look. “I’m listening.”

      Wade took a deep breath and then let it out. He held his hands out toward me, palms up, like he was about to do something I’d like. He was one of the few men I knew who was good with his hands. But he didn’t use them to do anything erotic this time. He covered my hand with his. “Baby, I know that what I’m about to say is going to sound crazy coming from me, especially at this point in time. But if you couldn’t stand living with your husband no more, couldn’t you have just moved in with a girlfriend or back home with your mama or something? Faking something as risky as a kidnapping is pretty extreme.”

      I didn’t like the tone of Wade’s voice. He sounded too serious and more than a little frightened.

      I gave Wade an exasperated look and snatched my hand out of his. “If you don’t want to go through with this, you need to decide now,” I said sharply, panic rising in me like a kite on a windy day. “The more time we let pass, the harder it’s going to be for me to talk my way out of this if we back out.”

      “If this is what you really want, I’m still in, baby,” Wade told me. “As long as I’m getting paid, I’m going to stay in.”

      I shook my head. “I just want to get this over with as soon as possible, that’s all.”

      Wade’s cell phone rang. But with the room being such a mess, it was hard to tell where the phone was. After six rings, he located it on the floor, tangled up in a jockstrap under a mountain of dirty clothes. “Yeah,” he replied, holding up his hand in my face. “Cool. We are on our way.” He tossed the phone on top of the same mess and sucked in so much air, he had to cough.

      There was a familiar look on his face. Satisfaction was too mild a description. It was more like the look of rapture, because it was a haunting look. His face darkened, his eyes and lips trembled, and his nostrils flared. It was the same look that I always saw on his face right after his dick erupted in me like a volcano. “That was Jason,” Wade announced. The way his lips quivered I was surprised that he could even talk. But the words came tumbling out of his mouth like rocks down the side of a mountain. “My homeboy, he got us a motel room in his name down on San Pablo Avenue!”

      To reach the dresser, where he’d left his watch, Wade had to hop across the floor to avoid stepping on dirty plates. He was still naked, and it was a sight to watch his long, thick dick swing back and forth like a pendulum. СКАЧАТЬ