Kisses and Revenge (19 page)

Chapter Thirty

With newfound determination, Leslie spent most of her day trying to find whatever evidence he had on her. It was strange to her that he could have evidence on her when she didn't do anything, but Warren was smart, much smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for. Funny how she was the only one who believed in him, and now he was using that to screw her over. She started with the offices and rooms in the house. When nothing turned up there, she would go out to the storage unit where all of Adam's old stuff was.

Reading the old letters Adam had left behind didn't make her feel any better though. They only proved Warren right. There were definitely letters talking about Adam cheating on her and even proof that one of the women he was with was Vivian. However, there was also plenty of letters showing Warren and Adam's violent history. All of the lies and secrets kept from her. Suddenly her life felt like a lie.

Shaking her head, she threw the letters into the box. Screams and cries tore from her as she threw stuff around, knocking over the things in the shed. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Her only goal was to be rid of Warren and protect her child.

Getting back into her car, she went to one of those ninety-nine-dollar-special lawyers and had papers drawn up for her will. She left everything to Sharron including custody of her child should anything happen to her. Next she went to the bank and took out a safety deposit box. Inside she left her wedding ring, her engagement ring from Warren, and a letter explaining everything. The key for the box would also be left for Sharron. Lastly, she went to a pawn shop and bought a gun. It took a little while to get all the paperwork in order, but she finally was able to get her pistol.  

Getting home, she took a shower and dressed in one of her sexiest dresses. For dinner, she ordered some of Warren's favorite takeout. This was going to be the night. If she was going to take him out, she was going to do it in style.

The food arrived moments before Warren got home. When he walked in, she was standing there in a red dress with her long hair down. For the first time in ages, she felt confident and sexy. Warren walked in and froze in his tracks. His eyes traveled up and down her body, and that wicked grin spread wider. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked as he moved in closer to her.

"I'm tired of walking around like a mess all of the time. I'm tired of living my life like this. I want to be happy, and you are giving me everything I wanted, a sturdy life, a beautiful baby. You are right. Adam wasn't there for me or good for me." Leslie took her time wrapping around him, breathing him in.

Warren chuckled and slowly rocked with her, his hands running over her body. "I knew you would see it soon enough. Now we can get married and have a nice life with the past completely forgotten."

“Yeah, that was what I was thinking. Now come on, I have a nice dinner for you," she whispered, taking his hand and leading him toward the kitchen.

"Oh no, dinner can wait. With the way you look right now, I think I am going to go for dessert first." With a growl in his voice, he spun her around and pinned her to the wall. His mouth covered hers, kissing her hard and deep. Needing to keep up her ruse, she kissed him back with everything she had. Soft moans left her throat as she did her best to be an actress.

The kiss was heated, and she hated herself more and more for actually enjoying it. No matter what she did, her body still reacted to the way he felt. Part of her wanted to enjoy this last time with him before she ended it all. Slowly they made their way up the stairs and down the hall toward the bedroom. Warren was a mix of his usual wild passion and something more sensitive. Once in the bedroom, he laid her down on the bed, sliding the red dress she had chosen up her leg, revealing her black thigh highs and garter belt. "Oh, you went all out for me this time. I love it. You should do this more often for me."

"I would love to. I want to make you happy," she sighed as she felt him kissing his way down her body. She arched and rolled her body against his attention.

"You more than make me happy," Warren growled, straddling her body. He ripped away his shirt then pulled off her dress, leaving nothing but her panties and stockings. Looking up at him, she watched as he moved in to devour her left nipple. Tingles of pleasure rushed through her every nerve. Once he had his fill with the left, he moved over to the right, giving it equal treatment.

"Oh, that feels so good. I need more." She gasped her words, pulling him up to her and kissing him deeply once more. Their kiss was frenzied and stole her breath away.

"It is about to feel better." Warren got up long enough to remove his pants and her panties, though he left her stockings and heels on. Apparently she had done something right with her outfit.

When he returned to the bed, he took time to kiss and lick every inch of her. His mouth moved over the front of her, and then he flipped her over and worshiped her back side. Lifting her hips, he licked the center of her body, tasting the juices that had formed there for him. Her body had remained ever the traitor since her discovery of his betrayal, and tonight it was working for her benefit. He moaned against her lower lips, the vibrations making her grip into the sheets. His tongue and mouth worked her body until she was on the edge of her orgasm, then he pulled away and smacked her ass.

"I'm not ready for you to come just yet. I want my cock as deep inside of you as I can get before you come for me." She could feel him moving behind her. His hands gripped to her hips, lifting them higher before his other hand pressed her head farther down on the bed. She could feel the tip of him teasing at her opening. Her mind was racing as he got into position. His mouth had left her wanting, and she desperately craved him to finish her off.

His teasing nature kept her waiting, rubbing and playing with her wetness until she was a whimpering writhing mess before him. "Please, please, fuck me! I can't take it!"

Begging had not been part of her plan, but her body had different plans from her mind, and if he didn't give her release soon, she was sure she would go crazy. Of course, she was starting to think she already was crazy. "I love it when you beg for me."

She hated it, but she let it happen. In the heat of her desire, she screamed and begged, her hands digging more and more into the sheets. Just when she thought she might push him down and take him for herself, he slammed himself deep into her, sending her over the edge and screaming out as her body spasmed against him. "Mmmm, yes, that is what I wanted. I wanted to feel your body coming and know I was the one making you do it. Now you are going to return the favor."

His grip tightened as he began to fuck her in earnest. His hips slammed against her, turning her orgasm into one continuous flurry of pleasure. There was no end to it. He smacked her ass and twisted his hands in her hair as he fucked her with speed and intensity. Through her rolling orgasm another stronger one began to build. Tighter and tighter her insides wound until it shattered sending her into another round of loud screams of pleasure. In the back of her mind, she could hear Warren crying out behind her as he buried himself deep to release himself into her.

The two of them stay there, still merged, panting as they came down from their high. Leslie's body shivered as Warren leaned down and kissed up her spine before biting on the back of her neck. Lying down onto the bed, he held her tight to him, kissing and caressing her. For a moment, she enjoyed the sensation of him being next to her and the contentment of the incredible orgasm he had given her.

Turning in his arms, she reached out and stroked his face, kissing him softly. "Every night should be like tonight."

"It can be, and it will be. Leslie, you are my world. I love you so much," Warren whispered before kissing her softly. His fingers combed through her messy hair, and he continued to pepper her face and neck with kisses.

"I feel bad for our food. It has to have gotten cold by now." Leslie moaned as he rolled into her, letting him wrap his arms around her.

"How about this? You stay there and I will go heat it up and bring it up to us. That way when we finish eating we can go for round two. I have missed making love to you. Give me just a couple of minutes." He gave her one more kiss then headed out of the room.

The moment he was gone, Leslie got up and snatched open the drawer in her bedside table to pull out her gun. Not wanting to do this completely naked, she rushed over to the bathroom and threw on her robe. Heart pounding and palms sweating, she positioned herself so she could shoot the moment he opened the door. She had never fired a gun, but she was sure it couldn't be that difficult. With her hands shaking, she listened intently as he made his way back up the stairs. In and out she worked to slow her breathing.

When the door opened, she pulled the trigger, her eyes closing not wanting to see the result of her actions. Tears started to form in her eyes a moment before she was tackled back. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? You trying to kill me?"

Her eyes shooting open, she fell to the ground with Warren on top of her. Another round fired from the gun as Warren struggled with her to get the gun away from her. She kicked and pushed, trying to get him off her, but he was much stronger than her. He slammed her hand against the floor over and over until her fingers gave way, and the gun fell free. Snatching her away, he lifted her up and threw her against the bed.

"You are such a little bitch! You think you can kill me. Well, you can fucking get over yourself. You are mine. You will always be mine." His fingers gripped tight around her neck, suffocating the air from her. "You are going to marry me and be my wife and have my children. Learn to like it."

"I am never going to marry you. You will have to kill me too!" Leslie cried, not thinking about the repercussions of her words.

"Oh no, I'm not going to kill you. But I will make sure you learn to love me. You are mine, Leslie." He pulled her higher up on the bed. Pulling her robe tie free, he used it to secure her to the bed.

"You have my child inside of you. Don't you dare ever threaten that again. Remember, I can have you sent to prison, or is that what you want?" Warren growled, squeezing her throat tighter. "Now tell me you love me."

"Fuck you," Leslie croaked with what little breath she had in her.

"You do, all the time, and quite nicely." He chuckled, leaning in to lick the side of her face. "Remember how loud you were just screaming for me a moment ago. Only I make you feel that way. Kill me and that will be the end of all of it. No more of my cock, no more life for you. Hell, you will probably end up joining me and Adam in Hell." 

Slapping her across the face, he got off the bed and got dressed. Anger and uncontrollable crying came from Leslie as she tried to think of what to do. She worked hard, wiggling her wrists to free them from the robe tie. Leslie had to get free from this or there was no telling what Warren would do to her. The whole time she wiggled and moved she kept her eyes on Warren, wanting to make sure he didn't notice what she was doing. It took her a few minutes to finally get free of the tie. Warren was just buttoning his jeans.

Leslie jumped from the bed and pushed Warren as best she could, wanting to try to get away from him. Naked and unarmed, she raced through the door and down the stairs, praying she wouldn't fall. Behind her, she could hear Warren chasing after her. At the foot of the stairs, he caught her and slammed her against the wall. "You aren't going anywhere. Now stop acting like a fucking cunt!"

He took her head and slammed it against the wall, making her dizzy, and her vision blurred. As he pressed in tighter to her, she could feel the gun pressed between them. All she needed was enough space to grab it. She pushed and fought with all her might, but she couldn't get any leverage on him. With horror, she watched him lift his hand to hit her again, knowing this blow would more than likely knock her out. That was when the front door crashed open.

Chapter Thirty-One

The front door slammed open, startling both Warren and Leslie. Warren turned long enough to see Sharron burst through the door. Leslie's eyes grew wide, and she screamed out to her friend. "Get out of here! Sharron! No!"

Warren tossed Leslie to the side, slamming her into the banister of the stairs, before he charged toward where Sharron stood.

"You are not going to get away with this, you stupid prick!" Sharron called out, rushing toward Warren. Leslie watched from the floor, too dizzy to lift herself.

"Prick, am I? You didn't think that when I used to fuck you. Seems you only started caring about what happened to Leslie when I stopped ramming my cock in you," Warren growled, shoving Sharron away before punching her in the face. Leslie screamed out as she watched her best friend get knocked down to the ground. "No one is going to take this away from me. Not you. Not her. She is mine!"

"You are a sick bastard. Your whole family is full of twisted fucks. You and your brother," Sharron shot back, spitting blood from her mouth.

Warren rewarded her words with a swift kick to her abdomen, forcing her to curl over in pain. Leslie knew if she stayed on the ground, Sharron would die. She had to get up and do something, but the world around her was spinning and making her sick. Summoning what willpower she had, she lifted herself up and began to hobble down the hall toward them. There wasn't much between her and them. Warren had been one to keep the hall clear of things. The only thing there was a small table he threw his wallet and keys on, but that was farther past where Warren stood.

Leslie's only hope was to get that gun from him before he killed her best friend. Slow even breaths lifted and fell from her chest. Warren continued a steady pace of kicking and punching Sharron, beating her into the ground with all the fury he had built up in him. Leslie was sure he was taking his anger at her out on her best friend. She caught him on a back swing, and reaching, she managed to pull the gun out of his pants and cock it.

"Get away from her!" Leslie screamed, pointing the gun at his head. She was close enough to him that she didn't doubt she would be able to kill him. Sharron groaned on the floor next to them as Warren stood up straight and turned to face her.

"You aren't going to shoot me. You love me too much," Warren chuckled, holding his hands up as if to surrender to her. Leslie was sure it was all a ruse to throw her off, and she took a step back to put a little more distance between them.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, and she was sure they were headed toward them. The smart thing for her to do would be to let the police get there and have them take him away, but she couldn't risk it. If what he had said was true, she would end up going down with him. At least if she pulled the trigger, she would be going down for something she actually did. "I hate you. I will always hate you, and you don't deserve the chance to fuck up anything else in my life. Go to Hell, Warren!"

This time she didn't close her eyes. Her finger tightened on the trigger, and the world slowed down. Part of her felt like she had stepped outside of her body and was watching everything from the outside. The bullet struck Warren straight in the chest and sent him flying back, slamming against the small table by the door. His hand clutched to the wound as he looked up at her, light quickly fading from his eyes.

"You will always love me. I gave you your dream." Warren's last words stabbed straight into Leslie's heart a moment before she collapsed onto the ground in hysterics.

Her whole world was gone as the gun fell from her hand, and naked and shaking, she curled in on herself screaming and crying. Police came rushing in through the door, guns brandished and pointed, but there was no one for them to fire at. Leslie could faintly hear someone calling out orders, but it all seemed distant and foreign to her.

Someone came to her and wrapped her in a blanket. Another person had her lay down on a gurney saying something about getting her to the hospital. Her mind raced with everything that had happened. Tears fell freely from her eyes wondering if Sharron would be all right, but more importantly if her baby would survive. Those evil words Warren spoke to her made her hate herself and everything even more. However, the darkness took her before she even made it to the hospital, giving her a little bit of peace, at least for those few moments.

***

Officer Marker sat by her bedside with his little notebook and wrote down everything she told him. It had been a couple of days since that fateful night; it had taken her that long to be in any kind of condition to be questioned.

"You have all of the letters? Why didn't you bring them in?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Leslie took a sip of water. Everything still hurt, but she was healing up better than Sharron. "I don't know. I think I was so clouded by what was happening that I didn't realize what they meant."

"What about the girl, Vivian. Do you think she had anything to do with Adam's death or what happened to you?" the officer asked next as he continued to write his notes.

"I honestly don't know. Warren led me to believe that her child is Adam's, but then he said things that made me think he was sleeping with her, too. I really don't know any more. It's like everything I thought I knew was a lie." Leslie found herself crying again.

"Please don't cry. I am just trying to get the facts. You have been through a lot, Mrs. Finn ..." Officer Marker said, reaching over to take her hand.

"Bradshaw. Please, call me Ms. Bradshaw. I don't think I ever want to be associated with the Finn family again," Leslie said, looking out the window.

She had been told Sharron would be all right, but she had several broken bones and internal injuries. It would take some time in the hospital before her friend was back on her feet. Warren, of course, had been killed by the bullet she had fired into his chest. Leslie wasn't sure if she was comfortable with the fact she had killed someone, and they had called in a psychologist to talk her through it.

"I understand, Ms. Bradshaw. I know this is difficult for you, but when you are feeling better, we are going to need a full statement. There is going to be an investigation, but I will try to make it as painless as possible. Please just try to get some rest and heal up. I'm sorry about your friend." Officer Marker stood and pulled out his card, leaving it on the little bedside table.

"Thank you. I will call you soon. I promise," Leslie whispered, picking up the card and reading it. She had his card somewhere from before, but she was glad he had given it to her again. Something told her she wasn't going to be in the mood to go through her things back at home.

"Oh, I heard you are pregnant. Congratulations on that. I heard the nursing staff say that the baby was still healthy," he said, giving her a sweet smile.

Leslie put her hand on her stomach, and a small twitch of her lips curved up. The baby might have been the only good thing to come out of the last six years of her life. Everything else had turned into a twisted lie. Her husband had been cheating on her, his brother had tricked her into loving him, and she had lost sight of any sort of her own identity. "Thank you, Officer. I'm glad the baby is doing well."

Officer Marker gave her a nod before leaving the room. Slowly Leslie turned to look out of the window. Outside, the sun was shining and birds were singing—it was the perfect day. No one beyond her room knew anything of the horror she had just gone through. The papers had even glossed over it to keep from destroying SkyFinn Marketing.

When she had awoken, Leslie had called her parents. They were on their way to help her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do from there, but one thing she did know was that whatever it was, she would be doing it for herself and her child. She had given too much of her life being some man's house servant. From that day forward, her life belonged to her.