“Can we get a comment?”
“What? Excuse me.” I push past them because I don’t even know what’s going on. I’ve been in court since eight. Although I’m guessing they found the bodies this morning.
“DA Brandon.” They continue to shout, but I don’t have any patience for this. I whip out my phone and walk to my SUV. I have two Riders who wait for me to drive off before they jump in their pickup to follow behind.
“Call Sweet Felony.” My Bluetooth in the car dials Mary because I need to hear from her before I go into the office.
“I love you. Have you heard the news?”
“Francisco Soto is dead, and so is Detective Spencer. They killed each other according to speculation.”
“Oh, wow. I knew he was shady.” She doesn’t know the extent of Spencer’s involvement, but she’s aware that he was helping Serrano.
“I feel so much better now. A tiny bit safer.”
“I’m glad for that. At least something good comes from their deaths, but enough about them. I want to talk about you.”
“I’m aching today in all the right places, and I want you to come home because I’m feeling really horny. I want your big dick down my throat while you fuck my face.”
“Fuck, are you trying to make me crash?”
“Oh shit. You’re driving?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I should have said that.” My cock is like a steel rod right now. Luckily, I only have two more blocks. “I think you just enjoy getting me hard when I can’t do anything about it.”
“Are you going to punish me?”
“Damn right. I’m going to come down your throat, and then I’m going to spread you out and take my time dragging several orgasms from your pussy before I bury my cock deep in your ass.”
“I’ll be ready when you get home. I love you.” She ends the call with a giggle. I love that she’s constantly giddy and horny. Damn. I love her pregnant. I’m going to have to keep her that way.
When I get into my parking spot, I see a crowd of reporters waiting for me. Adjusting my dick, I jump out of my new SUV and grab my leather messenger bag.
“Can we get a comment, DA Brandon?”
I stop and clear my throat. “My wife just informed me of the deaths after seeing it on TV. Sorry. I’m still processing the news. It’s sad to lose a friend. However, the one responsible for the attack on my wife and myself won’t be around to try again, so I’m grateful for that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still have a lot of work to do.” I enter the building and to my office suite.
It takes about two hours before Erica buzzes my phone. “Yes?” I ask.
“Sorry, sir. DA Madden is here along with two detectives to see you.”
“Okay. Send them in.”
I stand and greet them as they walk in. “DA Madden, Detectives Greenlee, Lewis. I’ve just heard the news.”
“Yes. Unfortunately, we’ve learned some disturbing information about Spencer’s behavior. After examining his home last night, we found his ex-wife. She’s in the hospital after being held captive by Spencer. Apparently, he was still obsessed with her.”
“I hope she’s going to make it.”
“Yes, most of her wounds are superficial. A lot of bruising, but I’m sure the emotional wounds are going to take the longest to heal.”
“So, what actually happened?”
“You know the call he sent to voicemail came from Francisco Soto. A string of texts shows that he was asking for help to get out of the country and drugs. He was losing it. He’d been hiding out in abandoned buildings and in a drug house.”
“Wow. I had no idea he used drugs. He used to be skittish around me, and it drove me nuts, but I can’t believe he had a drug problem.”
“It’s unfortunate. Some of the best people can fall into that trap with one dumb decision. We’d like to say the threat is over for you and your wife, but we also learned that Spencer had ties to the cartels. Nothing concrete, but we have our suspicions.”
“I’m trying to process all of this. Just a few months ago, I was singing Spencer’s praises for bringing my wife to me. Now I learn I’d been his mark the whole time.”
“We’re sorry. We have a lot to go over with the media.”
“Again. We’re truly sorry.” They walk out while I get back to work. I’m trying not to think about how I’d been betrayed, but despite the fact that they’re both dead, their actions still fuck with my sense of well-being.
A minute later, a message shoots to my phone. It’s from Mary. My pussy aches for you. Come home soon. Dinner will be late tonight.
Working hard, I clear my desk and leave ten minutes earlier than expected. I need my wife naked and coming on my dick.