Damaged Souls (Broken Man)

chapter Seventeen


“What was that.”

“What was what,” Greg couldn’t believe Delaney had chosen this moment to stop.

“What was that noise,” Delaney asked as they remained frozen.

“It was nothing,” Greg reassured her and then heard the unmistakable sound of a car door shutting. “Oh shit.”

“Get dressed,” Delaney gave orders as she jumped out of bed and Greg admired her naked body. “Greg, wake up.”

“Oh shit,” he repeated himself as he snapped out of his trance and grabbed a pair of jeans.

“He can’t find us like this,” Delaney panicked as she threw her nightie back on. “Go stop him, Greg.”

“Right now,” Greg questioned her sanity as he tried to get his jeans buttoned.

“Greg, go,” she ordered as he grabbed a shirt.

Jack is going to kill me, Greg pictured his own execution as he pulled on his shirt and hustled to the front of the house. Try to act normal, he thought to himself as he entered the kitchen and heard the front door open. “Oh shit,” he whispered to himself as he opened the refrigerator and Jack entered the kitchen.

“Hey Greg, what’s going on,” Jack greeted him, so far so good.

“Not much, Jack,” Greg replied as he grabbed a coke and tried to ignore the thoughts traveling through his brain. Just trying to violate your daughter. “I thought you were working today,” he said as he sat down.

“No, I took the week off,” Jack answered and gave him an odd look as he opened the reach in and came up with a bottled water. “What are you guys up to.”

How do I answer that question, Greg’s brain couldn’t operate properly as he thought about how to respond. What are we doing? What were we doing? Where the hell is Delaney?

“Good morning, Jack, what are you doing home,” Delaney entered the room fully clothed and tried to save him. “I thought you were at work.”

I’m dead, Greg realized Delaney had just sealed his fate by asking Jack the same question he had. Could she be more obvious. Oh shit, Greg closed his eyes and awaited his death sentence.

“No, I just had a couple meetings,” Jack paused as he granted Greg clemency although it was obvious he knew what was going on. “You guys going to have some lunch.”

“Yeah,” Delaney replied, surprisingly calm for the situation. “I was going to warm up some pizza. Do you want a slice.”

“Sounds good,” Jack said as he sat down.

“What were you meetings about,” Greg kicked himself for asking such a stupid question.

“Nothing really,” Jack replied vaguely as he watched Delaney microwave the pizza. “Just lawyer stuff. I do need you guys to do me a favor and remain quiet about this weekend. You got it.”

“We know, Jack,” Delaney answered for both of them as she served the pizza and sat down at the table. “How’s everything coming along.”

“We’re making progress,” he quickly changed the subject. “Did Amanda say when she was going to be home.”

“Probably around three o’clock,” Delaney replied before taking a bite of pizza.

“Good, we’ll have a little time before my four thirty meeting,” Jack responded as Greg realized his private time with Delaney was over for the day.

* * *

“I think I caught them,” Jack seemed pleased with himself as they sat on the back porch and talked.

“What do you mean,” Amanda replied as he smiled mischievously and she understood what he was saying. “Jack, you didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” he replied as Amanda enjoyed him being able to relax for the first time in three days. “I thought Greg was going to jump out of his skin.”

“You’re awful. Those poor kids must have been terrified.”

“They’ll get over it, don’t worry, I didn’t say anything,” he teased her. “Don’t think I had to, Its going to be a while before Greg goes anywhere near her after today.”

“Don’t count on it,” Amanda understood the way things worked. “What’s your meeting about this afternoon.”

“Just some legal stuff,” he again disappointed her by not sharing. “How did it go with Logan today.”

“It went really well, Logan seemed to like the teacher and the school is beautiful,” Amanda paused as she tried to steer the conversation back to where she wanted it to go. “Greg and Delaney are going to take him miniature golfing and maybe get something to eat this evening. I thought it would be good for them to get out for a couple hours”

“That’s a good idea,” Jack didn’t seem to take her hint. “Do you want me to bring something home for dinner.”

“Just yourself,” Amanda replied as she again tried to get him to change his focus. “You’re really all I need.”

* * *

“Brian Stinson,” the short, thin man in the navy suit introduced himself. “I am the attorney for Jeffrey Gross and for his father, Martin Gross.”

“Michael Leach,” Jack watched as Mike introduced himself and completed the formalities. “I am the attorney for Jack Anderson as well as for Gregory Leonard, who is not present at this meeting.”

“I want to make one thing clear,” Mr. Stinson spoke first as they all sat down at the conference table. “We are here as a courtesy. No charges have been filed against my clients and this meeting is being held off the record.”

“Agreed,” Mike replied as they got down to business.

Let’s get to the good stuff, Jack attempted to remain calm as he looked across the table and temporarily buried his anger. This kid is so smug, Jack watched as Jeff practically sneered at him. He’s lucky it’s not him I’m really after, he thought to himself as Mike made the first move.

“Can we both agree that your client, Jeffrey Gross, was present on Friday, May 31st and in the early hours of Saturday, June 1st at Fifteen Lone Palm Terrace in the home of James Mitchell Caldwell, Sr.”

“So stipulated,” Mr. Stinson replied with legal jargon out of habit even though it wasn’t required.

“And can we also agree that said residence was the sight of a party hosted by James Mitchell Caldwell, Jr. and that alcoholic beverages were served to minors including your client.”

“So stipulated,” Mr. Stinson replied, not bothering with the small stuff.

“And is it agreed that your client engaged in a physical altercation with Gregory Leonard.”

“Not stipulated,” Jeff’s attorney attempted to minimize the damage. “It is our contention that my client acted on behalf of a wounded party who was rendered defenseless.”

A six foot three inch, two hundred and twenty pound defenseless wounded party, Jack thought about the ridiculousness of their claim as he pictured Greg beating the hell out of Mitch. That argument is just not going to hold water. Here comes the good part, Jack relished the next few minutes as Mike pulled some folders out of his briefcase.

“Can I turn your attention to Exhibit A dated June 3rd,” Mike turned up the heat as he handed each of them a folder. “To summarize, the attached email is a Sheriff’s Department report that documents the events of June 1st and finds your client, Jeffrey Gross, not only engaged in a physical altercation with Mr. Leonard, but also escalated the incident with the use of deadly force. An aggravated assault charge is in the process of being prepared as we speak.”

“You are out if your f*cking mind,” Mr. Gross stood up from his chair and threw the report at Mike as Jack understood where Jeff got his charm. “You are not going to blame my son for this.”

“Marty, sit down,” Mr. Stinson ordered his client to obey.

Jack almost smiled as he watched Mr. Gross comply with the orders of a man half his size and Mr. Stinson again assumed center stage as he briefly glanced at the report. “Pending my review of the report and trusting your reputation,” Mr. Stinson finally disregarded the legal talk. “What is it that you want, Mike.”

“I want to know exactly what Mitch Caldwell said to your client regarding the sexual assault of Delaney Boyd and a signed agreement that he will testify against him.”

“Forget it,” Jeff interrupted with a sneer. “I’m not ratting on Mitch.”

“That’s fine,” Jack finally got a word in as he stood up from the table. “You’ll have up to five years to think about your mistake in the state penitentiary. I hear they have a pretty good football team.”

“Go f*ck yourself,” Jeff tried to act tough as he rose from his chair and towered above Jack.

“Shut up and sit down,” Mr. Gross bullied his son as he realized the jam he was in. “My son will agree to testify.”

“No way,” Jeff disregarded his father. “Mitch is my boy.”

“Well, your boy just threw you under the bus you idiot. Now sit down,” Mr. Gross understood what his son did not. “Jeff will tell you what he knows in exchange for all charges being dropped.”

Jack watched as Jeff sat back down and crossed his arms to pout. He knows exactly what happened, just as I thought. Guys like Mitch aren’t going to keep their supposed conquests to themselves.

“I will expect a written agreement on my desk by tomorrow close of business,” Mr. Stinson interrupted Jack’s thoughts as he realized his client was being granted a get out of jail free card and looked to Mike for assurance.

“You’ve got it,” Mike agreed under certain conditions. “But, I want to know everything your client heard right now and he needs to understand that if anything is leaked to anyone, all deals are off. Complete confidentiality is required.”

“Agreed,” Mr. Stinson understood the gift he was receiving. “Jeff, tell him what you know.”

“Fine,” Jeff responded like the brat he was. “Mitch came downstairs after his date ran out of the house. I asked him what happened, and he said Delaney wouldn’t put out so he had to convince her a little bit.”

A blast echoed through the room as the table nearly collapsed under the weight of Jack’s fist and Jeff practically jumped out of his chair. “You don’t talk about her that way you little shit,” Jack threatened him as the veins bulged out of his neck.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything,” Jeff apologized as he seemed to finally understand the trouble he was in.

“Jack, have a seat,” Mike tried to calm him down as he put a hand on his arm and he took a couple more seconds to glare at Jeff before retaking his seat. “Now, I want to know exactly what he said.”

Jack purposely let his mind drift as he let Mike do his job and he went back to plotting his next move. This is going to get a lot more complicated, he quickly realized that Jeff was just a small fish and that the bigger fish were still out there swimming around. I wonder if Mitch and his father understand what’s coming after them, how little time they have left to get away.

Not long, Jack smiled as he realized he was now the largest, most determined predator in the ocean. Definitely not long.

* * *

“Oh good, he’s home, “Amanda whispered to herself as she took one final look in the mirror. We should have plenty of time, she reconsidered her choice to wear nothing but a simple white wrap with nothing underneath. No, this is good. He needs to take a hint.

I’m not taking no for an answer, Amanda finalized her plan to seduce him as she walked to the door. We both need this, Amanda reminded herself as she watched the door open and her husband walk through.

This might not be good, Amanda realized as she captured the intense look on his face and he said nothing as he caught her eye. What happened, she quickly understood this wasn’t the same man who had left the house two hours earlier and anticipated his ferocity. Get ready, she closed her eyes and prepared herself as he approached in slow motion.

Oh yes, his hands were immediately all over her as his tongue found hers and he rediscovered his passion. Oh my god, he practically ripped off her covering as she struggled with his tie. Screw that, Amanda decided as she skipped the tie and moved immediately to his belt as he lifted her onto the table.

Finally, she thought to herself as her hands exposed him and his mouth aroused her body. Yes now, she was more than ready as he entered her body with a powerful thrust and his tongue again found hers. Don’t you dare stop, she locked her legs around his waist as she looked into his eyes and knew he wasn’t about to.

Try not to scream, she reminded herself as her body rejected her thoughts and she felt that moment coming on. What are you doing, Amanda panicked as Jack stopped a second too soon and she lost her train of thought as he withdrew from her body. Yes, yes, yes, her body and her mind screamed the same words as he rolled her over onto her stomach and overwhelmed her once again.

It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t tender. It wasn’t loving, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t sensitive.

It was sex, pure and simple. And it was exactly what Amanda needed.

* * *

“Thanks, Jack,” Amanda whispered as she caught her breath.

“You are welcome,” he responded, not quite sure what to say about what just happened. “I’m glad the table didn’t break.”

“Me too,” she responded with a smile. “What brought that on.”

“I don’t know,” he replied as he kissed her. “Needed to release some stress, I guess.”

He looked at Amanda as she smiled and thankfully understood exactly what he was saying. “Well, feel free to release stress with me anytime,” she cooed and kissed him back.

“What time are the kids going to be home,” Jack worried they might surprise them.

“Don’t worry, we have time.”

“I don’t want to give them any more ideas,” he teased Amanda about her permissiveness. “You’ve already given them enough.”

“I don’t think they need any more ideas, I’m sure they have plenty,” she reminded him. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Logan is going to sleep over at Michael’s Friday night and I’ve made us overnight reservations down town.”

“On graduation night,” Jack looked at her like she was crazy.

“They need some time alone,” Amanda decided for both of them as she outlined her plan and rolled over on top of him. “We’ll drop off Logan before we head to Le Cirque for dinner and then to the hotel afterwards. We need some time alone as well,” she tried to convince him by rubbing up against him.

“Are you sure about this.”

“Jack, stop being so old fashioned,” she teased him. “They are going to do it whether we like it or not, and it might as well be special. I don’t want them running around trying not to get caught, “ Amanda reminded him of earlier in the afternoon.

“I guess you are right,” Jack begrudgingly gave in. “Have you told Delaney yet.”

“Not yet,” she replied as she sat up on top of him. “But I will. Jack, can you do me a favor.”

What now, he prepared for anything as he wondered what was next and admired her beautiful body. “Sure, what do you need.”

“This table is killing me, can we move to the couch,” Amanda surprised him with the simplicity of her request.

“No problem,” Jack replied as he prepared for the next round.