Chapter 2

After a fairly productive day at work, Ron went home and jumped on his lab computer to see if his webcam had picked up anything. It successfully captured his tryst with her the night before and activated one other time when Nancy went to the bathroom. It also captured her morning blowjob and recorded him getting ready for work.

He fast forwarded through all that and hoped there wouldn’t be anything else. In his mind the only things that should have been captured were her getting ready for school and swapping out the sheets on the bed.

But the camera picked up something else. About 30 minutes after he left, the camera reactivated when Nancy came into the room, followed by his father and two brothers. What the fuck were they doing there, he wondered. Nancy sat down on the bed and the three men stripped their clothes off.

“I don’t think I can do this today, guys,” she said in the video.

“Why the fuck not?” George asked.

“Things have changed,” she said.

“What do ya mean, changed?” John asked.

“I don’t know for certain, but I think Ron suspects something,” she said.

“Like what,” Bob asked.

“Yeah, like what?” George parroted.

“You didn’t see him last night,” she told them. “He was like a totally different person.”

“What, did you let him fuck you last night?” John asked. “After we specifically told you not to let him near you during the week?”

“I had no choice,” she said. “He just picked me up and took me, several times. And frankly, it was the best sex I’ve ever had with him. My pussy is STILL a bit sore from last night.”

“What?” George asked. “What do you mean, took you? And you let him? You BITCH!” Bob held up his hand.

“Hold on,” he said. “What do you mean by ‘different,’ Nancy?”

“He was like a kinder version of you guys,” she said. “He was stronger, harder, more confident. Hell, his cock was even bigger than normal. I thought maybe he took Viagra or something, but he just said it was diet and exercise.”

“He’s doing something in that lab of his,” Bob said. “We need to get in there and figure it out.”

“No, you can’t do that,” Nancy said. “He’s got multiple security doors and if anyone tries to break in, it alerts him and the police.”

“Do you know what he’s working on?” George asked. Nancy shook her head.

“I have no idea,” she said.

“So what, we just forget about our plan to knock you up and make him raise the child, thinking it’s his?” John asked.

“I think we should put that plan on hold for now,” she said. “I want to finish my school and get established first. Once I have a job with benefits, we can revisit it.”

“Fuck that shit,” George said. “I don’t want to wait that long.” He looked at his father. “Maybe we should go with plan B.” Bob nodded his head. Nancy looked at them.

“What do you mean, plan B?” she asked.

“Well, if we can’t fuck the wimpy cuck over, we’ll fuck him directly,” John said. “In the ass. Repeatedly.”

“Yeah, and we’ll get it all on tape,” George said. “Let’s see how long the brainiac keeps his job once we send it out to his boss and co-workers.” The three men laughed at that.

“You can’t be serious,” Nancy said.

“Oh yeah, we’re fucking serious,” John said. “And you’re going to help us set him up.”

“What?” Nancy asked. “You want me to set him up so you can rape him in the ass?”

“Yeah,” George said. “But we’re not sticking our peckers into that tiny little ass. We know some really big black guys who just happen to like little squirts like your husband. Trust me, they’ll have little Ronnie squealing like a pig and begging for more. And yes, you WILL set him up for us.”

“What if I don’t want to?” she asked.

“Well, then, we’ll just have to tell him about your wedding day,” John said. “About how it was our cum dripping down your leg as you walked down the aisle. And about how it was our cum in your mouth when he kissed you.” The three men laughed at that. “Then we’ll show him video of you taking all three of us, making you airtight. And the video of you taking mine and George’s cock in your pussy at the same time. You think he’ll ever want to touch you again?” Nancy looked down, embarrassed.

“But what about your grandfather?” Nancy asked. “He’ll never let you get away with it.”

“Yeah,” George said. “He holds the note on the house. He’ll have us on the street in no time, or in jail.”

“Let me worry about Big Daddy,” Bob said. George and John nodded their heads.

“So, bitch,” John said. “Are you in, or do we need to take you to the wrong side of town and have you turned into a crack whore, fucking for drugs?”

“Just don’t hurt him, please,” she cried. “When do you want to do this?”

“Soon,” George said. “Well let you know. In the meantime, you play the good loving wife while we get things set up. We don’t want the little runt getting suspicious. Got it?” Nancy nodded her head, tears rolling down her cheek.

“I got it,” she said quietly.

“Good,” George said, unzipping his trousers. “Now, suck, bitch,” he added, pulling out his cock. Nancy took it in her hands and began masturbating him to hardness. “Suck it, cunt,” he growled. She put his cock in her mouth and began sucking as the other two men pulled out their cocks.

Soon, she had one cock in her ass, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. The three men grunted as they emptied their seed in her. Then they swapped places and did it again, swapping one more time so that all three got good use of all her holes. Ron was disgusted by what he saw and felt like throwing up.

When the men finished, they got dressed. On the way out, John turned to Nancy.

“Remember what we said, bitch,” he told her. “And don’t let him fuck you again during the week if you know what’s good for you.” Nancy was finally left alone and as Ron watched, she buried her head in her hands and sobbed. The video ended when she finally got up and went to the bathroom. He copied it to a thumb drive and realizing that he just witnessed a crime being plotted, pulled out his phone to call the police and warn Mark.

He never got a chance to call, though, as his phone rang as he held it. He saw the call was from Lisa, so he answered it.

“Ron, thank God I got you,” she said. “You need to get to the hospital, right now.”

“What’s wrong, Lisa?” he asked.

“It’s Grandpa,” she said. “He’s been shot. He’s out of surgery, but it doesn’t look good. Please, hurry and get here. I’ll meet you in the ER.” They ended the call and Ron ran up the stairs, locking the security doors to the lab. He drove as fast as he could to the hospital and met Lisa in the Emergency Room. She grabbed his hand and led him to the recovery area where Mark lay. His eyes were closed and his breathing was irregular. He was hooked up to tubes and wires attached to his body and Ron could see that his vitals weren’t good.

“What happened?” he asked Lisa.

“From what the police said, he got caught between two rival gangs in a drive-by shooting,” she said. “He was hit multiple times. It doesn’t look good at all.” Ron agreed and kept an eye on the vitals. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Mark and Lisa. She put her head on his shoulders and cried. He put his arm around her and tried to comfort her.

Suddenly, Mark jerked in his bed. Ron and Lisa looked at his vitals and recognized the signs of a heart attack. Suddenly, there was an announcement for a “code blue” and the room quickly filled with medical personnel. Ron and Lisa stood out of the way as they worked, but it was to no avail. As they watched, Mark’s vitals flat-lined and nothing the techs did made any difference.

A doctor examined him one last time and noted the time of Mark’s death in his folder. They disconnected him from the medical gear and pulled the sheet over his face before leaving. Ron knelt over Mark, hot tears falling down his face. Lisa sobbed with him, her hand on Ron’s shoulder.

As Ron cried for his grandfather, a rage began building in him. He felt his entire body shake from his emotions and he was filled with a desire to kill. The rage continued to build in him until he could take it no longer. Suddenly, he threw his head back and let loose with a blood-curling yell. Lisa stood back from him, shocked. A couple nurses ran into the area to see what was going on, but by then, Ron had settled down.

“I gotta get out of here,” Ron said. “I’ll call tomorrow.”

“Please do,” Lisa said, scared. She had never seen him like this before and was very concerned for him. Ron left the curtained-off area and headed for the door. Once outside, he was met by his father and brothers.

“What happened?” Bob asked him. Ron grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a nearby truck, hatred in his eyes.

“As if you don’t know?” he asked. Bob shook his head. He had never seen Ron so physical before.

“No, I don’t,” he said. “Honest to God, I don’t.”

“If I ever find out you had anything to do with Grandpa being shot so help me God, I’ll rip your fucking balls off and feed them to the dogs, you worthless petaQ,” he growled, using a Klingon insult. Bob looked at his youngest child, scared. He shook his head.

“No, please, Ron. Believe me, I didn’t have anything to do with this,” he begged. Ron dropped him back to the ground and saw George start to take a swing at him in his peripheral vision. He never made contact as Ron dropped him with a roundhouse kick to the side of his face. Ron looked at John, anger in his eyes.

“You want some pain, too, asshole?” Ron growled. John shook his head, his eyes wide. He held his hands in front of him. Who was this madman, he thought as he looked at his younger brother.

“No, Ron, please. No more,” he said.

“Then stay the fuck away from me,” Ron said. He looked down at Bob. “Are you going to take care of your father’s funeral arrangements or do I have to do that for you?”

“I’ll take care of it,” Bob said, standing up. “I’m sorry, Ron. Really, I am. I know how much your grandfather meant to you. I’ll take care of things.”

“You’d better,” Ron said before walking off. He called his boss from work and requested bereavement leave.

“I’m so sorry, Ron,” his boss said. “Go ahead and take the next five days off. We’ve got it covered.”

“Thanks, boss,” Ron said, ending the call.

He got in his car and headed back home, thinking about his revenge. He swore they would all pay for what they had done to him. As he drove, part of his mind went over formulas and calculations while another part of his mind focused on driving. It was something he had mastered some time ago and it was now second nature to him. His face twisted in an evil grin as a plan came to him. Oh yes, he thought to himself, ALL of the fuckers would pay for their treachery.

When he got home, he turned off all the cameras, then went back to his lab, his mind filled with formulas. He went straight to work, knowing he didn’t have a whole lot of time. He verified a few things from his previous experiments and his vast computer-based library and adjusted as necessary. The first solution simply HAD to work, because there was no time for testing or reformulation. He worked liked a man possessed, until he finally had the concoction he was looking for.

Looking around, he found one other thing he would need to make his job easier and set that aside. He grabbed what looked like a turkey baster and sucked up a sizable dose of his newly-created solution before setting it aside. Now all he had to do was wait.

He didn’t have to wait long as he heard Nancy’s car pull into the garage. He grabbed what he needed and ran up the stairs, heading for the kitchen. He was pouring Nancy a glass of sherry, knowing she would want one before going to bed. He turned around, glass in hand, as Nancy entered the house from the garage.

“Is that for me?” she asked, reaching for the glass.

“Of course,” he said, handing it to her. “How was your day?”

“Busy as hell,” she sighed as she took a drink. “We were reviewing everything for the...” She dropped the glass as the drug hit and nearly fell on the floor, but Ron caught her before she collapsed. He picked her up and carried her upstairs, laying her down on the bed.

He stripped her naked and saw bite marks on her breasts and noticed her lower lips were swollen. Fucking cunt, he thought to himself. He didn’t see any semen leaking out of her, leading him to believe that she at least had the good sense to use a condom. He put a pillow under her ass, raising it enough to do what he needed done.

Once he got her situated, he went back downstairs and grabbed the baster and a couple of towels. Once in the bedroom, he inserted the plastic tip of the thing inside her pussy and gently squeezed, using the towels to soak up any liquid that escaped. He watched as the solution went inside her before adding more. Soon, the entire thing was empty and he wiped her dry. He looked at his watch, pleased. The drug he had used in her sherry would keep her out for about eight hours and the solution would be completely absorbed into her vaginal walls in about six. Perfect. He went back downstairs and crashed on a futon in his lab.

He awoke at 6:30 the next morning. He jumped into the shower, dressed and grabbed a cup of coffee. He had a lot to do today. He grabbed his laptop and a thumb drive that held the video from the previous day, then scribbled a note for Nancy before turning the cameras back on, telling her he had to get an early start on the day. He said nothing about Mark’s death.

As he drove, he called Lisa.

“Hey, sis,” he said. “Mind if I come over and fix us some breakfast?”

“Well, okay,” she said. “Are you feeling better this morning?”

“Yeah, a bit,” he said. “I got some sleep last night and that helped.”

“Good,” she said. “Alright, I’ll see you in a few.”

A few minutes later, Lisa let Ron into her apartment. She showed him to the kitchen, and he began cracking eggs to make an omelet.

“You sure you can handle this?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he said.

“I’ll start up some coffee,” she said.

“Sounds good to me,” he told her.

“So what’s this all about?” Lisa asked when Ron dished out the omelets.

“I have something I want you to look at,” Ron said, pulling out his laptop and his thumb drive. After he got it up, he connected a set of headphones and handed them to her. “Watch this,” he told her, starting the video. Her eyes grew wide as she watched Nancy with the three men. When it was over, she took the headphones off and wiped tears from her eyes.

“Oh my God,” she said. “I can’t believe they would do that to you. Do you think Dad may have had something to do with Grandpa getting shot?”

“I did at first, but when I looked at the timeline, it just didn’t fit,” he said. “There simply wasn’t enough time for him to have set that up.”

“I heard you got a little physical with them in the parking lot,” she said.

“Yeah, a bit,” Ron said. “Is Dad going to handle Grandpa’s funeral?” She nodded her head.

“He said he would,” she told him. Ron looked at his sister for a couple minutes before speaking.

“I need to know the truth, Lisa,” he said. “The whole truth.”

“About what?” she asked.

“What happened to make you leave home?” he asked. “Were you molested?” Her eyes started tearing up and her face got red. She slowly nodded her head, unable to look Ron in the face. “You can tell me, I’ll be here for you.” She began sobbing uncontrollably. He held her head and let her cry on his shoulder. He let her get it out of her system. She finally sat back up and looked at him.

“You remember how we all used to roughhouse in the basement?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I always ended up at the bottom of the pile.” She laughed.

“Well, after you left, it was me at the bottom of the pile,” she said. “The first time happened about a year after you left. The boys and I were in the basement and we were just goofing off like we used to. Mom and Dad were out that night and the boys had gotten some beer. They gave me one and the next thing I know, I’m sitting in George’s lap and John was in front of me. I felt strange, like I wanted it. But I hated it at the same time. I realized later that I had been drugged.”

“How many times after that did it happen?” Ron asked.

“Quite a few times. I’d say once every other week for about a year and a half or so,” she said. “I felt so ashamed.”

“Damn. Why didn’t you just say, ‘no?’” he asked.

“I did at first, but John said he had pictures and video and threatened to tell everyone,” she said. “They also threatened to hurt me if I went to the police.”

“Was Dad ever involved?” Ron asked.

“Not at first,” she said. “Later, he would come to the basement and watch. He did get involved a couple times.”

“And they all threatened you?” he asked.

“Yes, even Dad,” she said. “Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told Grandpa I had to get out of there, but I never told him the whole truth.”

“Did Mom ever know about this?” Ron asked. She shook her head.

“No. She knew about the other girls, but not this,” she said. “She was always out when it happened and Dad told me never to mention it to her.”

“Oh my God, Lisa, that’s terrible,” Ron said. “I’m not up on all the laws, but I really think you should talk to someone. You have a criminal case here.”

“You think anyone will care after all these years?” she asked.

“I’m going to get an appointment with an attorney today, so I’ll ask about it,” Ron said. “I thought I saw something somewhere that said there’s no statute of limitations on crimes like this in this state, but I don’t keep up with the law. And yes, it was a crime.”

“So are you going to divorce Nancy?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “There’s no way I can live with this.”

“Good,” she said. “I feel so bad for you, Ron. Trust me, there’s lots of girls out there who would kill to have a man like you and they’re not all sluts. And I really am sorry for the way I treated you when we were younger. I know we were just kids and all, but there’s still no excuse for what I did to you.” Ron smiled and hugged his sister.

“That’s okay,” he said. “Thanks for the apology and I accept. Well, I have a lot on my plate today, so I’d better get going. Call me if you need anything and I’ll let you know what I find out, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said. “Thanks for coming over, Ron. And thanks for making me breakfast. I may just have you do that again.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

“Any time,” he said. Just then, Ron’s phone buzzed. He didn’t recognize the number, but answered anyway.

“Ron Black,” he said.

“Mr. Black, this is Marcus Billingham, your grandfather’s attorney,” a man said at the other end. “Is this a good time to speak?”

“Yes, it is,” Ron said. “What may I do for you?”

“I received word that your grandfather passed away yesterday,” Marcus said. “First off, I’d like to offer my condolences. He and I have been friends for a long time.”

“Thank you, Mr. Billingham,” Ron said.

“Please call me Marcus,” he said. “Second off, I was wondering if you and your sister could come by my office this morning. I need to discuss your grandfather’s last will with you. Is that possible?”

“Well, I can come by,” Ron said. “Let me ask Lisa. She’s right here.” He put the phone down and looked at his sister. “Can you take today off and come see Grandpa’s attorney?”

“I think so,” she said. “We get three days bereavement leave, so I don’t think that’ll be a problem. Let me call in first.” She pulled out her phone and called her boss to explain the situation. Less than a minute later, she ended her call and looked at Ron. “No problem,” she said. “I can be there.” Ron put his phone on speaker.

“Marcus, I have my phone on speaker,” Ron said. “Lisa said she can come in with me. What time would you like us to be there?”

“Can you make it here by 10:00 am?” he asked. Lisa nodded her head.

“We’ll be there,” Ron said.

“Good,” Marcus said. “I’ll see you at 10:00.” They ended the call after Marcus gave his address and Lisa ran into her bedroom to get ready. Soon, they were on their way to Marcus’ downtown office.

Ron found a spot in the main parking garage downtown and they walked the two blocks to the high-rise where Marcus’ office was located. The receptionist took their names and escorted them into Marcus’ inner sanctum.

“Please come in,” Marcus said as the receptionist opened the door. He shook their hands and offered them a cup of coffee, which they graciously accepted. Marcus motioned to have three cups brought in, then invited them to sit down.

“You’re probably wondering why I called you both here today,” he said.

“I am a bit curious,” Ron said. “Especially since I was going to call for some family law advise.”

“Are you looking to get a divorce?” Marcus asked. Ron nodded his head.

“Yes,” he said.

“Well, then we can kill two birds with one stone,” Marcus said. “It just so happens I’m the one who crafted the prenuptial agreement for you and Nancy at your grandfather’s request. I hope you don’t mind, but he mentioned to me just before he was shot that you might be seeking our services. We’ll get to that in a bit. What I really wanted to discuss with the two of you are some very important changes to your grandfather’s will.”

“Oh?” Ron asked. “What changes might those be?”

“About eight months ago, your grandfather basically wrote your father and your brothers out of his will,” Marcus said. “He left the three of them the sum total of one dollar each. Your father was the original executor of his will, but he changed that. You, Ron, are named as the executor. His entire estate has been placed in a trust with the two of you named as the executive officers with equal power.”

Ron and Lisa looked at each other, shocked. This was the first they had heard of any changes and Mark had never mentioned anything about their father and brothers being denied so much of the estate.

“Under normal circumstances, this would not be much of a hardship, but your grandfather’s estate is quite large,” Marcus said. “Maybe not Bill Gates large, but very substantial. Even after my fees and his final expenses, you two will be set for life. If you wish, I can handle everything with the probate court, but you will still be responsible for any final decisions that need to be made. Don’t worry about my fees, I’ve already negotiated that with your grandfather and those will be paid for by the estate.”

“Do you think our father might contest this?” Ron said. Marcus nodded his head.

“I would be surprised if he didn’t,” Marcus said.

“Well, Grandpa trusted you for a long time,” Ron said. “So I’m okay with you handling the probate stuff. That work for you, Lisa?” Ron asked. She nodded her head.

“Yeah, sure,” she said.

“Good. Just so you know, there are four pieces of property in the trust,” Marcus said. “Your grandfather’s home, the one you and Nancy live in, Ron, the home currently occupied by your parents and a piece of lakefront property.”

“Wait,” Ron said. “The house Mom and Dad are living in are part of the trust? I thought Grandpa was holding the note on that.”

“No,” Marcus said. “He bought the mortgage a few years back when your father lost his job. There is no note on it. He allowed your parents and brothers to stay in the place for minimal rent. If you’re so inclined, you can extend that same arrangement to them. That’s strictly up to you.”

“And what’s this piece of lakefront property?” Ron asked. “I didn’t know anything about that.”

“Well, your grandfather had talked about using it as a summer vacation home,” Marcus said. “He started construction on it a few months back but it hasn’t been finished. Maybe the two of you can collaborate and make it a family getaway.”

They discussed the terms of Mark’s will for about another half hour before the discussion turned to Ron and Lisa.

“Marcus,” Ron began, “We’d like your opinion on something.” He turned to his sister. “Would you like to tell him?” Lisa nodded her head before telling Marcus what she had shared with her brother earlier. She was clearly embarrassed and Ron felt himself getting angrier by the minute. Marcus listened quietly, taking notes as she talked. When she finished, he sat back in his chair and thought for a couple moments before speaking.

“Well, Lisa,” he began. “This state has no statute of limitations for what you’ve just described. The only sticking point I think would be providing evidence. You say they claimed to have video of this?” She nodded her head.

“Yes, that’s what they told me,” she said. He nodded his head.

“Okay,” he said. “Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll call the District Attorney and see what he says. He or someone from his office will probably want to discuss it with you before taking any action. Will you be okay with that?”

“Yes,” she said. “I want them to pay for what they’ve done.”

“You say your mother had no knowledge of any of this?” he asked.

“No, not as far as I know,” Lisa said.

“Alright,” he said. “I can’t promise anything, but I will talk to the DA and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“Thank you,” she said. Marcus then turned to Ron, who had pulled a thumb drive from his pocket.

“And you?” Marcus asked. Ron handed him the thumb drive.

“I want a divorce,” Ron said. “On that thumb drive is a video showing her with my father and my two brothers. It’s pretty graphic. Grandpa had also hired a private investigator and we’re going to see him next.” Marcus put the drive into his computer and fired up the video. His face turned a bit red as he watched the video. When it was over, he pulled the drive out.

“Mind if I hang on to this for a while?” he asked Ron.

“Not at all,” Ron said.

“Good. I’ll also mention this to the District Attorney if you don’t mind,” Marcus said. “I’ll start the paperwork based on the prenuptial agreement immediately and have her served. When do you plan to confront her about this?”

“Tonight, when she gets home from school,” Ron said.

“Alright,” he said. “I can tell you that based on this, it’s pretty much a slam dunk. Adultery is still cause for divorce in this state and can actually be prosecuted as a crime, but I don’t know of any recent case where that’s happened. As I recall, your agreement states that in the case of adultery, the guilty spouse leaves the marriage with no support. Your house is actually owned by your grandfather’s trust so she has no claim to that. Is she employed?”

“No, she’s a full-time student,” Ron said. “I had planned on setting her up with an apartment so she’ll have someplace to live until she finishes college. I’ve already paid for her tuition through the end of her program. According to the agreement, she would get $2,500 for every year we’ve been married plus whatever money she had when we got married, which was just at $450.00. I’ll give her a check for that amount tonight. She has her own car, so she can keep that as well.”

“I see,” Marcus said. “You’re being quite generous under the circumstances.”

“I hate what she did, but I don’t want to see her on the street,” Ron said.

“That’s good to hear,” Marcus said. “Alright, I’ll draw up the paperwork. I’ll also get a restraining order against her and her three amigos. Make sure I have her new address so I can have her served. If you get any additional evidence, make sure I have that as well. Unless she contests the divorce, it should be final in six months.”

“Thanks,” Ron said. “How much do I need for a retainer?”

“Don’t worry about that right now,” Marcus said. “I’ll send you a bill. Besides, your grandfather already gave me a fairly hefty retainer, so I’ll work against that for now.”

Marcus handed each of them his business card, then stood, signaling the end of the meeting. Ron and Lisa also stood and the three of them shook hands.

“I’m really sorry about everything,” Marcus said. “Your grandfather thought the world of you two. He always said he hoped the family would reconcile. If there’s anything you need, please feel free to call any time. I’ll discuss all this with the DA and let you know what I learn. I already have your contact information in my files.”

“Thank you, Marcus,” Ron said. Their next stop was the office of Alfred Johnson, Private Investigator, the man Mark hired to wire the house and spy on Nancy. After speaking with the receptionist, a gum-chewing redhead with a bit of an attitude, they were ushered into Alfred’s office. A cigar-chomping middle-aged man who looked like a Columbo reject got out of his chair and welcomed them.

“Please, call me Al,” he said after all the introductions. “Yes, I spoke with your grandfather and we’ve been keeping an eye on your wife. Quite a busy lady, if I do say so myself. I haven’t finished up my report yet, but I do have lots of pictures and video.”

“What have you found out?” Ron asked.

“As you suspected, your wife has entertained a number of men in just the last 24 hours or so,” Al said. “All together, I’d say, she’s probably been with at least 15 men, counting your father and two brothers.”