The Hot Black Wife Chronicles Pt. 04

Hello all and thanks for checking out my little drama as I bring it to its conclusion. Everything i write is for storytelling purposes, I have no idea if the FBI works even remotely close to how i describe them here so it's very possible that you might note some discrepancies here and there and I apologize in advance for them. As always no sex takes place in this story with anyone under the age of 18 and all sexual participants are assumed to be disease free. I hope to hear your feedback and I hope that you enjoy.

The Hot Black Wife Chronicles Pt 4

Lynett Andrews AKA Maxine XXX

How to ruin your life and the lives of those around you in five easy steps.

Step One : Watch a porn video featuring a man watching his wife get fucked by another man.

Step Two: Contact the couple in the video and convince your reluctant husband to attend their Hotwife seminar with you.

Step Three: Invite your son's best friend to share a bed with you and your now fully onboard husband.

Step Four: Start an Only Fans page and bring even MORE young studs in to fuck on film with you while your husband gleefully films your sexcapades. And as a side and unrelated note, all of these young studs are white while you and your husband are black.

Step Five: Fall madly in love with one of the studs you film with, lie to your husband by promising that you'll stop sleeping with the stud, sneak off and sleep with the stud, get caught by your husband in the middle of the act, have some over zealous cop who has accused your son of attempted murder, out you, your husband and your son's best friend as pornstars and go as far as to make him watch videos from your Onlyfans page in the hopes of coercing a confession out of him regarding a crime that he never committed.

And after all that, your life will officially be ruined.

And as a bonus: You then get officially outed by a smut chasing reporter but I'll come back to that later.

And none of what I stated, my now destroyed 3 decades of marriage, my once high standing as a pillar in the community now in the gutter, my son's loss of motherly respect for me are not even the worse things happening currently within my life.

My grandson, my namesake Lynn Eric Andrews has been kidnapped.

Kidnapped by a man that looks eerily similar to my son Eric. It was hard to tell if this piece of shit... this Enrique Brekara was either brave or stupid.

He comes to our home, cons Lynn's nanny into thinking he's Eric Jr, drops off another baby(Erica) that ironically appears to actually be Eric's daughter(crazy story there too)and then pockets several of Eric's credit cards and one debit card to boot before leaving with Little Lynn.

Did I also mention that he beat Little Erica's mother, my son's ex fiancée Darianna almost to death?

Darianna... wow! Now that one? She put in some crazy work! For those who aren't privy to the backstory, allow me to give the Cliff notes version.

Darianna... Hell, I don't know her real last name, was at one time Deuce's fiancée. That all changed when he caught her and Ryan Rivette in bed "consummating" his marriage for him on what was supposed to be their wedding day.

Given what I had been told and from what I had saw from her Instagram page, I could see clearly WHY Ryan would want to fuck her. She really was an amalgamation of two different adult film stars; she had the beautiful face of Kiki Minaj and the flawless body of Jasmine Webb.

Deuce rather slyly opts not to confront them over their betrayal and simply closes the door while Ryan continues to do his "white cock jack hammer maneuver" on Darianna's Dominican ebony twat.

Deuce is a no show at the altar at the appointed time, "best man" Ryan seeks him out, a fight ensues between the two and my new daughter-in-law Courtney arrives just in time to pick up the pieces.

Not one to take things lying down (unless it's a massive white dick it seems) Darianna finds a 200% look alike double for Deuce named Enrique Brekara, restages the entire wedding ceremony, forges Deuce's signature on the marriage license and voila! She's now Darianna Andrews.

And if only she had stopped there...

My forward thinking offspring had decided to deposit quite a bit of his baby making seed into a sperm bank in the Bahamas just in case he wanted to get a vasectomy later, he'd still be able to have more children but only at his and his spouses leisure.

Darianna, being his "lawfully wedded" spouse, secured those vials and then flew to Florida and had herself inseminated with one and as far as we can tell pending the DNA test, produced little Erica Yaritza Andrews, the child currently under our care.

She reached out to Courtney, pretending to be about that blackmail life but I knew better. She came up with this entire harebrained scheme, regardless of how elaborate and well thought out it might have been it was still a harebrained scheme, not for blackmail but all to try and coax Deuce back to her.

She just didn't count on him being already married with children so now she needed a motive and blackmail seemed to fit the bill.

None of us counted on her being nearly killed by Brekara.

And speaking of Brekara and his theft not only of my grandson but also my son's credit and debit cards...

The initial reaction was to cancel the cards but Deuce wasn't going to do it. For one, if Brekara could at least finance his kidnapping endeavors, one of which would have been the financial care of little Lynn then he'd hopefully and I stress hopefully be less likely to become frustrated with the entire affair and opt to callously discard an inconvenience at the nearest dumpster.

Also, since it's the kidnapping of a child, the FBI is now involved as we wait for Brekara to reach out with demands of some kind. The cards, when or if he uses them will leave a trail of breadcrumbs that even the most incompetent law enforcement officer could follow.

Incompetent like that stupid bitch that outed myself and Eric Sr to our son, Metro PD Detective Tonya Badeaux. That buck dancing black ass bed wench assumed his guilt from the very start.

She saw what she perceived to be a handsome young black male of some means and privilege and decided that ruining his life was her stated purpose on earth.

I get a lot of hate online due to the race of men I chose to create content with since it has become public knowledge that Maxine XXX and Lynette Andrews are one in the same, and you know what? I get it.

I get why me not shooting with black men could rub some the wrong way but damn! This "Detective" Badeaux? Had we been in the Ante-Bellum South, we would have had to take her out before she gave away Harriet Tubmans location.

If there's a blessing of sorts to be found in the kidnapping of my precious grandson; at least my husband, myself and my son, Courtney and Ryan aren't currently at each other's throats.

An uneasy and unspoken truce has formed between all of us until little Lynn is safe and sound. After that... I'll probably never see my son and his family again, my husband will divorce me, my church will ask me not to come back and I'll be left to pick up the pieces with a man young enough to be my son, but a man whom I have no desire to spend the remainder of my golden years with.

There's a 28 year age gap between Ryan and myself and right now we can ignore it well enough. But one day I'm going to turn 70 and he'll be what...42?

I've been 42 at one point and I know damn well that I didn't want a 70 year old man at age 42 so I'm confident that no 42 year old man wants a 70 year old woman.

As for you, Enrique Brekara, name your price we will pay it. But if you've harmed my grandson, there's not a hole dig enough for you to hide in where I wont find you and put an end to your miserable existence.

Ryan Rivette

What the hell was I thinking? Why the hell did I make such a boneheaded play? Why did I betray a family that's been nothing but good to me? Eric Jr was the brother I never had, Mr. Andrews was the father figure I needed and Mrs. Lynette Andrews AKA Mrs. Maxine XXX? She was everything else to me... mother, confidant, advisor... co-star, lover, the first woman I ever ass-fucked.

My Ebony Queen.

And in a moment of... call it weakness call it profound stupidity; within that moment I have now ruined her life.

Not only her life of course, but also that of her family. Or better yet, the rest of MY family.

Eric Jr and I had just gotten past me fucking his fiancée Darianna years ago. How the hell does he get past me fucking his mother? Only because they... scratch that... we, are dealing with a crisis to end all crises has Eric Sr not tossed me out of his house onto my ass.

Let's face it, after I didn't make the US swim team because I somehow couldn't pass a PED test, I really have nowhere to go but back home to Podunk North Carolina.

I've been doing my best to stay out of everyone's way and especially out of everyone's eyesight.

To be honest, I'm shocked that more of the blame for this kidnapping has not been thrown my way.

For instance, had I not met Nette at the motel which caused Courtney and her mom and stepmom to run interference for us by all leaving the house with Nette under the ruse of going out for a few drinks, then perhaps either Courtney or Nette, both who knew about Darianna's scheme and the imposter posing as Eric could have possibly persuaded the cops to back off due to the possibility that there might be a look alike out there.

And even if the cops didn't go for that one right away and and arrested Eric anyway, then Eric's parents and his wife were forced into action and left the house in order to secure a bond and an atty, at a minimum someone else now familiar with that story, maybe me, maybe one of Courtney's parents, would have been here to provide a bit of skepticism as "Eric 2" came a knocking at the door somehow dressed in different clothing than what he left in and using very broken English.

So yes, I can make the argument that I'm at fault here. It's an easy one to make.

The FBI has set up a command center in house just like in a movie where there's a kidnapping like in "Ransom". "Gimme back my son!"

They work in 12 hour shifts just waiting for this Brekara to make contact of some kind. I'm starting to get even more afraid about this situation than I even was initially because I overheard two of the agents whispering in the kitchen about how we should have heard something by now and everyday he(Brekara) delays in reaching out is another day where the worst must be assumed.

In fact, they seem to be preparing not for a rescue but a recovery.

He'd better hope they find him before I do, because I'm snapping his neck regardless of what happens to me afterward. I'm going to make this right somehow.

Eric Sr.

I've lost everything. My wife, my marriage, my son, my dignity... and now I've even lost my grandson.

The first job I ever had was in a warehouse as a grocery selector. Hands down it was the most physically demanding thing I had ever done in my life.

Going thru aisle after aisle on a pallet jack loading 75 pound cases of orange juice, meat, frozen vegetables, etc onto a pallet while having to "cube" everything so that once it reached a maximum height of 8 ft, you could wrap it in plastic wrap hoping that you finished within the allotted time mandated for you to complete your order.

After repeating this process at least twelve times during the night shift I had more than enough that first night. I was done. I was going to resign.

I marched into the office of my immediate supervisor. An old school player that went by "Hoot" Williams. "Hoot" looked like he got stuck in a time loop where he could have been an extra in Saturday Night Fever or a gangster in Black Caesar.

"So, after one day and you're ready to give up. Ready to call it quits... ready to throw in the towel. Is that right son?"

"Look sir. I appreciate the opportunity, but the simple fact is, I'm just not cut out for this type of work. It's too..."

"Hard? Is that what you were about to say? The work is too hard? Where do you think the groceries that you get out of your local Safeway or Kroger comes from?"

"Uh... I don't know. Right here?"

"You goddamn skippy! Do you see these hands? Tell me son, what do you see?"

"I see a pinky ring, a ring on your ring finger, a ring on your index finger, a ring on your..."

"No! God damn it! Don't you see the callouses? The scars that are never going to heal? The bullet wound? Where do you think I got these from?"

"From working here?"

"From Vietnam! I was drafted. My first night in country, I was on guard duty. A Vietcong had sneaked inside of our perimeter. My back was turned as I was taking a shit. The son of a bitch shot me in the hand as I reached for toilet paper because he thought I was reaching for a weapon.

By the time I had registered what had just occurred, I was bleeding out, pants down and I had an angry VC on top of me trying to snuff out my lights with a knife."

"So, what did you do?"

"What did I do? I grabbed a handful of dirt with my bleeding hand and threw it in his face. In that moment I disarmed the VC, grabbed the blade and jammed it into his chest.

He bled out on top of me but I was able to free myself from him, pull up my pants and double time back to the base.

After I had been patched up and after I had told my story, I was offered a boon. A plane ticket back to the states and duty in the supply room until I finished my hitch.

Do you know what I replied to my commanding officer?"

"I'm coming home I've done my time?"

"I said negative sir. I'm ready to finish the job."

"Ok." I said. "I guess I get it. But can you explain what this has to do with..."

"It's about overcoming adversity God damn it! When the chips are down, and you're on your last leg, are you going to fight for what's yours, or give up and take the easy way out?

By the time my tour was over, Martin Luther King hadn't been killed yet. Half the people in the airport back home called me the N-word, the other half called me a baby killer. Two sides that normally hated each other, had joined together in their general dislike of me as a colored and as a soldier.

I started in those aisles just like you. And just like you, I hated the work. But I did it. And do you know why?"

"Because you needed a job and army grunt isn't something that you can actually put on a resume, so you needed to take anything you could find?"

"Another reason?"

"I don't know."

"Because I had already been through the worse circumstances I'd ever encounter. Adversity is the Bataan Death March, or the Chosin Reservoir, or Khe Sanh...

Son, slanging heavy boxes isn't adversity.

If you quit this because you see it as tough, you'll be quitting when the going gets tough for the rest of your life.

You're an adult and of course I cant force you to stay employed here, but I'll ask you, do you want to have children one day?"

"Sure I do."

"What happens, God forbid, if one of your children is diagnosed with leukemia? You just gonna quit and walk away?"

After that, I had nothing else to come back with, no quips, no snooty retorts... just a punch in the face from reality. So I went back out into the aisles and finished my shift. In fact, I finished over 1000 shifts after that. I didn't resign until my wife had raided her 401k and bought a semi for us to start our business with.

ANNNND that's why I haven't left my wife despite her betrayal and why I haven't put Ryan out. A sane person might be wondering why, especially after he broke all trust with me...

Truth be told, I'm afraid to boot him out. Truth be told I'm deathly afraid that my beautiful wife might just decide to leave with him after this ordeal with my grandson is resolved.

No this isn't the Chosin Reservoir or my young child having leukemia.

This is a 52 year old man whose not willing to give up on what has been a great and blissful 30 years of marriage up till now.

I mean the phrase, "giving someone the pussy" is a colloquialism, right? I mean, it's not like Ryan's going to fuck Nette, and then get up and leave with a handful of her pussy in his back pocket.

Where does it say that a woman has to love only one man? Why would her loving Ryan mean that she somehow loves me any less?

My dignity be damned! I love my wife and I want... no, I NEED her back in my life and if somehow Ryan ends up being a part of the package then I'll just have to accept it.

Just as I'll have to accept that the entire world now knows that Eric and Lynette Andrews are also Max and Maxine XXX respectively.

What I WILL not accept is my grandson being missing. Enrique Brekara is a dead man when I get my hands on him.

Eric Jr.

If I had been told that the worst thing that will ever happen in my life was that I'd find out that my holy roller mother was a world famous pornstar, my proud and strong dad was a willing cuckold, and my once again former best friend Ryan was also my mother's side lover and that I'd actually watch my own mother not only suck Ryan's dick on film but that I'd also have the dubious "honor" of watching him blast her face with cum, and then I find out that my own wife knew all of this long before I did. I'd have responded with, "that sounds pretty fucked up; how can it possibly get any worse?"

Your child being kidnapped and not knowing if he's alive or not makes everything I just mentioned sound like a pleasant Sunday afternoon drive.

And to make matters even crazier, I learn that I have a daughter, and that Darianna had used this Enrique Brekara to pose as me so that she could prove legally that we actually did tie the knot in Punta Cana.

Little Erica... I'm surprised that the authorities were willing to entrust her into our care even after the DNA results proved that she was indeed my child.

But what choice did they really have? If Darianna succumbs to her injuries after the beating she sustained from that animal Brekara, then she'd have become a ward of the state.

Whereas giving her to me even temporarily frees them from having to place her in foster care plus they know that we have the resources to keep her warm, fed and safe.

Safe... that's got to be a joke right? We had all those same resources and they didn't keep Lynn safe did they?

Had those fucking Metro PD cops not cut our security feed and disabled our electronic security gate, Brekara couldn't have even accessed the property.

But that damn Tonya Badeaux couldn't wait to slap the cuffs on my wrists after mistaking me for Brekara. The overzealous bitch couldn't wait to "out" my parents to me. If I had to guess, she's probably the one who leaked that info to the media.

I don't know which black man from her past fucked her up so badly that she seems to hate the rest of us but people like her need, counseling, therapy, probably medication, not badges, guns and authority over others.

When my son has been found safe and sound, I'm going to sue the fuck out of this city. If they won't voluntarily hold her accountable, then maybe losing a few million will.

As my parents aged, I wanted to come back home and be closer to them. Neither of them are particularly close to the rest of their families which is evident considering that I've never met either side of my grandparents or aunts, uncles, cousins, etc....

My goal was to start a new era of family closeness by giving them a grandchild in Lynn as well as a daughter in Courtney.

Now, however? All I want to do is get myself and my wife and son as far away from this freakshow as I can.

If my parents could be honest with themselves, they'd also admit that they'd rather see me gone from here also. The rest of the household seems to be completely chill with this "Hot wife" and cuck shit that my parents are into, and that includes Courtney's folks as well.

Pop's friend Dan Martin, the white guy who owns the suite for the Raiders games over at Allegiant, turns out that he and his wife were the original cuckold couple, and the black guy I met in the suite, Aaron, was their version of Ryan.

Perhaps I should have figured it out when I held an entire and I daresay, fruitful conversation with former porn star Beauty Dior, who was there to serve food and drinks in a skimpy skirt and "come fuck me" high heels.

But no. WHY would I have ever in a million years came to THAT conclusion? I mean who thinks that their parents have some type of wild ass alternate lifestyle?

Fucking Ken Jennings, the only man that ever dog walked nearly every Jeopardy opponent he faced could not have figured this out even with the context clues.

Then why was my wife able to put it together? Nancy fucking Drew.

Speaking of Courtney... my darling wife has been medicated since this whole ordeal occurred. A walking zombie. Hopefully, she'll awaken after Lynn is found and it will all just seem like a bad dream.

I'll live with the nightmare in the meantime for both of us.

I don't care if I get life without parole afterwards, Enrique Brekara you are a dead man when I find you.

Chapter 1 The most hated man in Nevada

Enrique Brekara at an undisclosed location in Las Vegas.

Translated from Spanish

I've made some bad decisions in my life. Punching a cop, sleeping with a politician's wife, borrowing money from a Cuban kingpin and not paying it back, and don't let me forget my latest... pretending to be an American Citizen by impersonating the man in order to marry his former lover.

Then putting that former lover in the hospital in a fit of rage when I realized that she'd never love and respect me the way she does him.

And now, I've gone and kidnapped that man's son for ransom.

And now, of all the things that could go wrong. I can't get the little guy to drink any of the milk I got for him. This isn't good. I can't get anything if he starves to death. Well, I can get the death penalty but I'd rather avoid that.

I didn't think any of this through. Even if I get a ransom of some kind, what do I do then? There's no safe passage out of this for me. I'll spend the rest of my life on the run.

I can't even count on using Eric Andrews' identity anymore; by now, its pretty well known that there's an impersonator out there and with the news that has come out about his parents, this story has gone worldwide.

Not to mention that I still have to worry about Darianna dying on me as well.

But first things first... I can't let this little fellow starve so I'll have to figure out a way to get him something that he can eat and if only I could figure out how....

"Ya know? When I agreed to become your "partner in crime", you didn't mention anything at all about a yelling infant." Beatrice Noaves, my "partner in crime" said to me as she attempted to calm the baby down.

"This is a fucking kidnapping. What the hell did you expect?" I asked the now former Cuban casino cocktail waitress that I had met and befriended at the Aria.

"I expected you to know that babies eat certain things. He probably only consumes his mother's breast milk."

"Well? Can't you make some?"

"Are you serious? Are you really this big of an idiot?"

"Be careful how you speak to me puta." I warned as I felt my anger growing.

"Or what? You'll put me in the hospital like you did the other Chica? I wish you'd try it. I took MMA for three years and part of what I learned was how to take down stronger opponents like men for example.

You hit me and I'll make you pay for it... dearly."

"Enough! How do I fix this?"

"We need to get him some of his mother's milk.

Either that, or you need to make contact and make the ransom demands so that we can exchange the child for the money.

The sooner you do that, the sooner we can disappear with the two million."

"Two?" I thought we were only going to ask for one million?"

"I'm not risking a lifetime in prison over $500,000. Our agreed split is half and my half will be a million."

"And the guy with the phony passports and new identities?"

"$50,000 each and he will get us across the US/Mexican border.

From there, you can either find your way back to the D. R. or live a lowkey but easy life in Tulum or something."

"And what about you?" I said to my beautiful dark-haired accomplice. "Will we really need to split up?"

"That remains to be seen, my dull-witted Enrique. That remains to be seen."

Chapter 2 We have a lead.

The Andrews Compound. Poolside.

Eric "Deuce" Jr

I have to admit that this is one time I'm very thankful that my parents have such a huge home. It makes avoiding all of them even easier. My mother, my pops, and most importantly that literal "Mother-Fucker" Ryan Rivette.

I found out that he and my mother had broken some sort of rule to where they were not supposed to hook up for sex without my pops being present.

It's crazy to think that while I was being accused of attempted murder and kidnapping; my "Hot-wife" of a mother was somewhere in a sleazy motel getting her back blown out by that piece of shit Ryan.

It's funny to think that he's even still living here. I guess even catching your wife with another man's dick in her ended up not being a bridge too far for dear old dad.

But you know what? Not my circus, not my monkeys. As soon as my son is found, we are out of this zip code for good.

"I can't imagine that you'd want any company right now. But with all the FBI activity going on inside; I was hoping I could come out here and join you." Mother said as she sat down next to me and put her feet in the water and sat down the bottle of dark Crown Royal and handed me one of the two plastic cups she was carrying.

"It's your house mom. I'm just grateful that you haven't told me to kick rocks and get the fuck out of here yet." I said as I accepted the cup and a generous helping of the dark liquor.

"Deuce what makes you think I'd ever do that? What makes you think I'd ever want you to leave?"

"The fact that your young lover is still here for one."

"Oh that... That's right, you were not privy to that conversation. The FBI wants everyone who was in this house 36 hours prior to... prior to Little Lynn's abduction in close proximity. Right now, the only people who have been ruled out as possible accomplices are yourself, Courtney, me and your father and Courtney's parents.

They want Ryan and the nanny here so that they can keep an eye on them."

"Rayn's a lot of things. A betrayer of trust. A liar... and probably the worst friend in all of history. But Ryan isn't in on this. That's crazy."

"It's good to hear you say that. I'm glad that despite however else you might feel about him, you can acknowledge that he wouldn't have done something so... terrible to our family. And how do you feel about the nanny?" Mom asked.

"She got duped. Maybe she's incompetent, but I doubt she has any role in this either."

"I wanted to fire her, but she is able to communicate with and care for little Erica. She is such a beautiful, precious little girl and I'm hoping that...

There's a such thing as grandparent rights. You know that don't you?" Mom abruptly stated and asked.

"Grandparent's rights? I never once said that you and pop can't see Little Lynn and Erica. We won't be living here, but you're welcome to journey to wherever we settle whenever you like.

With proper notification, of course."

"So me and your dad are both Fredo Corleone now? We need to let you know that we are coming for a visit two days in advance so that you won't be there?"

"I'm definitely going to be there. That's why I'm going into day trading. I'm never leaving my son's side again."

"Day trading... does that mean you're going to stay stateside?"

"You can day trade from anywhere in the world mom."

"Deuce? Do you... do you hate us?" She asked me as she downed fer glass of crown in one turn up.

"Hate you and dad? Naw, I'm just disappointed in both of you. I'm disappointed in your hypocrisy.

You had me memorize the 10 commandments as a kid... not the ones that deal with boiling goats in their mother's milk but the ones about not bearing false witness, or committing adultery. Do you even remember what you told me on the day I came to you and pop as a six year old and recited each one word for word from memory?"

"I'm afraid I don't. But I'm guessing that you do remember?"

"You told me that if I followed these ten rules all the days of my life, then everything would go well with me and I'd be extremely successful in everything I did, and I'd never have to hide my face in shame regarding my actions.

Then I witness you on video with your face hidden by a mask as man after man..."

"I know how you feel."

"You couldn't possibly know how I feel."

But before she could mount a response...

"Excuse me Mr. Andrews." One of the FBI agents had walked out back and said to me. "We need you to come inside. We have sort of made contact with Brekara."

"Somewhat?" Mom asked.

"Just follow me please." He said as he turned around and walked back inside.

Once we walked in however, we were met with an unpleasant shock.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Mom demanded to know once she saw that Detective Tonya Badeaux was also in residence.

"She's assisting with the investigation from the local side Mrs. Andrews."

"And you couldn't do any better than this?"

"Mom please. This isn't the time." I said to her as I attempted to calm her as she confronted the woman who had exposed her Hotwife activities for all the world to see. "I'm assuming she's here for a reason; lets hear what they have to say."

"Only for you son. Only for you."

"Sir, you said you had some news about Brekara?"

"I'll explain. And thank you, Mr. Andrews for what you just said." Detective Badeaux replied.

"Just please explain."

"Ok. An unknown female reached out to the station to tell us that she knew who had your son and that he needed some of the baby's breast milk in order to feed him."

"Thank God. My pop said. "That means he's still alive."

"We are working off of that assumption for now." The FBI agent said to pop. But remember. Brekara has a vested interest in making sure that we know that the baby is safe and sound. He... cant collect on a ransom if we are led to believe otherwise."

"My lord!" Mom shouted. "Did she at least give a ransom demand?"

"No ma'am she didn't. That's the thing that we can't understand." Badeaux added.

"I think I know why." I said to them. The entire room grew dead silent as if I were EF Hutton as I gave them the most logical but simplest answer.

"He's stalling for time. His escape route hasn't been finalized. He can't just waltz out of the country with a pocket full of ransom money and the face of a fugitive kidnapper. He's going to need to get out of the USA another way that doesn't include flying the friendly skies of United."

"Occam's Razor!" The agent said excitedly. "Yours is definitely the answer that makes the fewest assumptions. Good job young man."

"Pat me on the back later." I said in obvious frustration. "For now, how are we doing the milk drop?"

"First question. Do we have milk?" Badeaux asked. "Because I'm really not sure that your wife is up to the task at the moment."

"We do." Mom said. "I suppose I'm becoming precognitive in my old age. I had Courtney to pump as much milk as she could before she filled her body with sedatives. It's in the fridge."

"Ok. So how about someone to do the drop? The female made it clear. No cops."

"How about we get Ryan to make the drop?" Pop suggested. "He ought to do something to make himself useful around here since I can't put him out at the moment."

"Uh, he's not here." Mom said. "He... he went to visit Darianna in the hospital." As she said it, she tried to avoid eye contact with me as well as with pop.

Pop lost it. "So, he confided in you? And you kept this from everyone? For all we know, he could be gone to rendezvous with the kidnappers."

"He didn't sir. We put a tail on him. He's currently in the ICU ward sitting at Mrs. An... Darianna's bedside." Badeaux added.

"Come on Eric. Not even Deuce thinks that Ryan had anything to do with this." Mom pleaded.

"We don't either sir. In fact, as of now, Ryan Rivette is officially off our list of persons of interest." The male agent said.

"Wonderful. Then I have no reason to allow him to breath air at this address." He then turned and faced my mother. "Tell your lover to pack his shit and get out as soon as he comes back."

"Your grandson is missing and THIS is what you're focused on?" Mom screamed angrily.

"Yeah pop. Why are you so pissed now? I didn't see all this complaining all the other times Ryan had ten feet of white dick deep in your wife's ass."

Both of my parents shot me a look that if only looks could kill. But they both knew I was right. So flight was the chosen response over fight, as both abruptly stormed out of the room in opposite directions.

"I know this is hard on all of you. But we really need to keep our eye on the prize." Badeaux said as she placed a gentle hand on my arm. Can you go get the milk please? We need to ensure that your son stays fed."

Chapter 3 Darianna please forgive me.

UMC Trauma Center

Ryan Rivette

"Darianna." I said to her as I gently squeezed her hand. Even with all the tubes coming from various parts of her anatomy and the machines hooked to those tubes that were keeping her alive, she still looked like one of the most beautiful women on earth. I could see her beauty through her bandaged and swollen skull, I could smell her beauty through the strong smell of pain medication emitting from her beautiful caramel hued skin, I could see her beauty as I gazed upon her battered face, and I could feel it through the touch of her all but lifeless hand.

"I don't want to make this about me. But I can't shake the feeling that had I not begged you for your body a second time after you had so willingly given it to me the day before, you wouldn't be in this predicament right now.

You'd be happily married to the best man I've ever known, and your baby girl Erica would be right now doing her best to say "Unca Ryan" while you guys enjoyed living in paradise.

But because of me and my inability to keep my dick in my pants, that's never going to happen. I couldn't keep it in my pants around you, and I couldn't keep it in my pants around Mrs. Andrews.

And as a result? Two families have been destroyed by my hand. Correct that, both families have been destroyed because of my dick.

I'd always been so jealous of Eric Jr. The kid with the platinum spoon in his mouth. Eric had all of the right words, the right looks, the right resources to be an international playboy, and yet he chooses to settle down with just one woman.

One howbeit, very beautiful woman...

One very sexy woman...

You never knew this Darianna, but the first time you and I "got together", before you came into my hotel room, I was attempting to pleasure myself as I thought about Eric's mother Lynette.

Right before I reached climax, I slipped on the humid floor and landed on my back.

You heard the commotion and dashed through our adjoining room doors to see if you could help.

And just like when I had met you earlier that day, you weren't wearing any clothes.

Two naked and horny individuals in a sweaty and sultry room... any reasonable person would know that a coming together of bodies was the next logical step.

I hate to even think this, but I had hoped against hope that little Erica might have actually been my daughter. A god given gift brought to me due to my having a weak pull out game.

(Chuckle)I thought that you were going to lose it as my seed dripped from your pussy. Sure I fell asleep right afterwards but I could still hear you screaming at me saying "Why did you cum in me Ryan? I'm getting married tomorrow!"

Fun fact... my falling asleep after sex is a fairly new phenomenon in my world. In truth, I've only ever done it with one other person outside of yourself and that was... you guessed it, Mrs. Lynette Andrews.

It must be something in that black pussy that causes this to happen to me.

Darianna, I would never view you as a constellation prize or anything like that. The truth is that even if Mr. and Mrs. Andrews broke up it wouldn't work between she and I for a host of reasons. But honey if you'd simply regain consciousness. Come back to Erica... come back to me...

I'd make certain that no one ever hurt you again. I'd love, cherish, take care of and protect you all the days that I live on the earth.

Of course you'd have to drop this sham marriage and give Eric those remaining vials of his sperm back to him and quite frankly with the resources at their disposal, Eric would probably win a custody fight against you, but I would still be right by your side the entire time.

I've given up on my dream of being a professional swimmer. I mean hell, I can't even beat a novice like Eric.

Now that the cat is out of the bag on my secret life, I thought about becoming an adult film star as a way to make a solid living.

I figured I'd do the reverse of Mrs. Andrews in the sense that she only fucks white men on camera, my thing would be that I only fuck black women on camera.

Or... maybe I'd just get a job giving master swim lessons to seniors.

"Rayn? Is that you? Who's here?" A suddenly awakened Darianna said as she gave my finger a squeeze.

"Oh my God! Darianna! You came back! You came back to me."

"Came back to you? Where am I? Last I remembered Enrique... oh God! Where's Erica?"

I did my best to explain and gave her all pertinent details. Erica was fine. She was safe with Andrews'. Eric's son, however, was the one who was unaccounted for.

"This is... this is all my fault. I've got to get out of here and help Eric and... NO!" She shrieked as a startling and unexpected revelation hit her like a Mack truck.

"What is it? Darianna what's wrong?"

"I... I can't... I can't see. Ryan, I'm blind. God help me, I can't see!"

"No, honey. Those are just the bandages on your eyes." I said in an attempt to reassure her that one of her main senses hadn't failed her.

"It's not the bandages Ryan! Turn the lights off and back on. I'll prove it to you."

Walking over to the light switch felt like I was making the march from death row to Old Sparky. Whatever foul shit she had done prior to this point, she didn't deserve this.

With a trembling hand, I pushed the light switch and the room went instantly dark. And as quickly as I did it, I pushed it again and the same room quickly illuminated with light.

Ironically so much so that I had to adjust my own eyes.

"Did you do it?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Nothing. I should have at least sensed it. But I didn't."

"I'll call a nurse."

But before I could do so, a tall slim and bespectacled black man in a white coat entered the room.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Harvey and I'm Mrs. Andrews attending physician. And... Oh I didn't realize that she was awake. Why didn't you call us?"

"Uh. It only happened seconds ago and..."

"Dr. Harvey, why am I blind?" Darianna said as she cut me off mid-sentence.

"Let me take a look." He said as he walked over to her. "Are you Mr. Andrews?" He asked me as he gently removed her bandages.

"No, Mr. Andrews is attending other matters. Ryan here is a "family friend."

I wasn't 100% sure if Doc here was playing games or if he didn't watch the news. My face, along with Eric Jr, his father, mother, Enrique Brekara and even Darianna's has been plastered on news coverage since this kidnapping and exposure occurred. So unless he's been living under a rock then he'd know damn well that I'm not Mr. Andrews.

A bridge to be crossed later I suppose as he shined a mini flashlight into Darianna's eyes looking for the slightest hint of activity.

"Well?" I asked as he clicked off his light.

"I knew this was a possibility given the nature of the injuries she suffered. But, I had hoped and prayed that this wouldn't come to fruition in her case."

"What are you saying Dr. Harvey?"

"I'm saying, Mr. Rivette. That Mrs. Andrews loss of sight could be temporary, or it could in fact be her new normal.

So he knew who I was all the time and was just trolling?

Damn it, focus Ryan! This isn't about you. Darianna was just given life altering news. THAT should be your concern and not your shattered reputation.

"Ryan? If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone please." Darianna said to me.

Without a word of protest, I gave her a quick peck on the forehead and left the room. Dr. Harvey followed.

"Mr. Rivette. Wait a second."

"You have some more bad news to deliver Doc?"

"No. I wanted to speak to you off the record for a second. Do you have time to grab a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"What's up" is that your girlfriend in there is in for a rough time ahead. Given what she's done, she'll probably be deported as soon as she well enough to travel or maybe not given the gargantuan amount of medical bills that she's incurring daily and or if her "husband" seeks to annul their marriage which I'm certain that he will."

"So, what are you saying?"

"How committed are you Ryan? Rich or poor? Better or worse? In sickness or in health as long as you both shall live? Because that's what she's going to need son. Think on it."

Chapter Four: Whether times or good or bad, happy or sad.

The Andrews compound. The master bedroom.

Lynette Andrews.

Once upon a time in a land far far away, I had a son. In his eyes I was his hero. The first time he was ever bullied, I marched over to his tormentors home and threatened to kick the ass of the mother, and threatened to shoot the father if they didn't get a leash on their son and quick.

We never even told his father about this.

"When he was flunking Algebra 2, I went it for a parent teacher conference in my tightest skirt and highest heels and his Eurasian male teacher almost came on himself just at the sight of me.

Eric Jr got A's the rest of the school year.

We definitely didn't tell his father about that one.

Now here we are, a decade later and he graphically described me, his hero in a sex act with Ryan in front of his father?

It's almost incomprehensible the level of disrespect he was showing both myself and Eric Sr.

My Hotwife mentor Valerie Martin has called me nonstop since both the news about my grandson and us being outed by the media happened.

While I appreciated it, I couldn't help but feel that had we not suffered this kidnapping tragedy, I'd be hearing a ton of "I told you so's" regarding the rest of my predicament.

Perhaps a nice midday soak in the tub was what I needed? I'll fix myself a cocktail, fire up a joint and for a few stolen moments just forget about everything as Calgon takes me away.

It may sound a bit selfish but trust me, my fucked up life will be here waiting on me the second I exit the tub.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were in here." A voice that I truly was not expecting said to me after I had stripped down and started my bath water running.

"I just needed to get away for a second or two. I didn't want to say something out there that I might regret later." I said to my husband.

"Yeah we were definitely of the same opinion on that one. The thing is, when I put myself in Jr's shoes, with everything he's dealing with, I can almost understand his reactions."

"I don't like it but I suppose that I can agree with that. For the record, I don't think he would have spoken to you like that in any situation."

"Nor do I think he would have spoken about you like that in any situation."

"Ten feet of white dick in my ass", Can you believe he said that shit?" I said as I started to laugh despite the happenings around me.

'Yeah that was a good one." Eric Sr replied as he to started to laugh as well.

We laughed right into each other's arms.

"I hadn't seen your beautiful naked body since..."

"Shhh, I know."

"I don't want to lose you Nette."

"You think I'm letting you go?" I said through tears and a rapidly beating heart. "Don't have me go all Jennifer Holliday on your ass with, "And I am telling you."

"Nette..."

"Fuck me now. Talk to me later."

We kissed like two horny 18 year olds parked in a secluded spot by the lake. He held me so tight; almost if he were afraid that had he let go, he'd never get an opportunity to hold me again.

He pushed me down onto the bed. I understood what was happening. He understood the assignment. He was suddenly thrust into the position of cave man and reclaiming his woman.

He ripped off his clothing; his dick was harder than I seen it in a long time. It protruded from his body like a long, thick and stiff pole. In this moment, he was bigger than Ryan, bigger than Tex, bigger than any of the young men I had filmed with over the last six months.

I erred when I referred to him as a caveman. Eric Ray Andrews Sr had become my Mandingo warrior.

The police had emasculated him, the media had emasculated him, even his own son, his namesake had done likewise. This would be his moment; this would be the moment that he showed the world how wrong they all were about him...

Even me. No, especially me.

There'd be no more Will Smith, Jada Pinkett, Red Table, Entrapment talk about my husband. Today he would set the record straight.

He shoved his cock into my pussy dry. It didn't matter though; I was already soaked with anticipation. I gasped at the sudden intrusion even though I fully expected it. He filled me completely; you couldn't have gotten a penny to fit inside of my twat in that moment.

I threw my legs into the air as high as they'd go. I had already came once and the fight hadn't even started. He went very slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out and then easing his way back in. This drove me crazy! As long as he kept this up, I'd be a quivering, cumming, toe curling machine!

He put a hand around my neck and choked me just enough to increase the intensity of my orgasms. It was clear that he wanted me to remember this day forever. The only thing missing was...

"Whose pussy is this? Ma'am?"

Between the slow fucking, the choking, and now his non-judicious use of my trigger word "ma'am", I really couldn't tell if I was "cumming" or going. My entire body rocked like I had been bathed in endorphins.

"I asked you a question, ma'am. Whose pussy is this?" He repeated as he started to quicken his strokes.

I wondered what was going through his mind at the moment. Did he erroneously think that I was dodging the question out of some misplaced loyalty to Ryan?

Or did he know the truth? The truth being that I was currently physically incapable of answering that question as powerful orgasmic waves kept slamming into me.

My mind was screaming "It's your pussy, my proud African warrior! It's yours!" But in my debilitated state, no words would leave my lips.

"It's... It's..." was all I could get out.

"Speak up ma'am, I can't hearrrrr you." He said like Sgt Carter from Gomer Pyle.

Fuck this! I could take no more. I put my hands on his stomach and pushed him out of me just so that I could say..."No more baby. It's your pussy. It's always going to be your pussy."

His cock started to twitch violently. I knew what was "cumming" next. I took his cock and shoved it into my mouth. He shot his load down my throat. He tried so hard to suppress the yell that normally accompanied something like this and to his credit he got it done.

He collapsed onto the bed. He didn't fall asleep the way that Ryan did when he came. Instead he looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply.

I hoped that he couldn't still taste his cum on my tongue.

"I love you Nette. I always will. And I never want to leave your side."

"I love you too Eric... but, what about Ryan?"

"What about him? Are you saying that I'll have to share you with him?"

"No. Not at all. I'm asking can you get past what happened between us?"

"Can you vow that it will never happen again?"

But before I could answer...

"Mr. Andrews? Mrs. Andrews, are you in here?" The lead FBI agent asked through the closed door.

"Yes we are." Eric said. Has there been news?"

"Not yet. But your son and Detective Badeaux are enroute to the milk drop site; Container Park on Freemont St."

Chapter 5

Eric Jr

"So, do you remember your instructions?" Detective Tonya Badeaux asked me as we pulled onto Freemont just before the entrance to the Freemont Experience.

"Yes." I said. "A figure dressed in a black RUN DMC track suit, Kangol, and Adidas shell tops will trade coolers with me. I'll give him the milk, and in his cooler will be the ransom instructions."

"Strange outfit choice." She replied.

"Not really. There's a Michael Jackson impersonator out here performing, one that looks like Prince, one resembling Boy George, so one looking like DJ Run doesn't seem that farfetched."

"Container Park is all the way on the other side of the experience. That's a decent hike."

"For my son, there's no distance that I wouldn't walk or run."

Suddenly, the normally stone faced detective softened up slightly.

"Mr. Andrews... Eric, I... I want to thank you and I'd like to apologize."

"Well, Detective Badeaux... Tonya; I can guess what you'd like to apologize for but I don't understand what you could possibly be thanking me for. Your police dept is going to be sued, you have to know that.

Regardless as to how this plays out, I and probably my parents are going to bring legal action against Metro PD."

"You got your mom off my ass. That's what I'm thanking you for. As for everything else, I followed the evidence and I took a desperate and possible career ending gamble that you were holding a little girl against her will, and when this comes to light in your lawsuit, I'll be terminated on the spot more than likely.

That's fine, I'm sure that I can find the stripper heels that I used to wear when I was shaking my naked ass in strip clubs to pay for my college tuition, or something to that effect.

But for now, I simply want to help to make things right in some small measure."

"So that's what this was about." I said as realization hit me.

"What?" She said with obvious confusion on both her face and in her voice. "What are you talking about?"

"It's elementary my dear Tonya, It's elementary. You targeted me for the same reason Ryan fucked my then fiancée Darianna. You were both pissed because I had something you didn't."

"What? That's not true at all! I..."

"Stripped your way through college and if I know anything about strippers, it's a safe bet that you did more than just strip.

Then you see someone like myself who comes from what a poor person would consider to be a privileged background, and my being black just made it ten times worse in your eyes.

Then you do a little digging and find out that I'm married to, of all people a white woman and now you really hate my black ass.

So sistah don't pretend that you did all that you did for the noble purpose of finding a missing child; you wanted to ruin my life and you got your wish in spades."

"It's about time to make the drop." She told me as she abruptly pivoted to something else.

"You're correct. It is time." I said as I exited the car.

"Eric?"

"Yes Tonya?"

"I know that it's hard and that your trust tank is sitting on empty, but please try and trust us. Don't be a hero. We will get your son back and Brekara will pay a heavy price for this.

Just make the drop, secure the ransom demands and I'll be right here in case things get out of hand."

"You have no idea of the confidence that fills me with." I said sarcastically as I closed the car door and began my trek to Container Park.

Freemont St had always been the best part of the city to me. The Vegas Strip? You could have it. Freemont made Vegas, Vegas.

"Mr. Andrews." A female voice called out to me from behind as I neared Binion's Gambling Hall and Hotel.

"I thought we were doing this in Container Park?" I said as I turned to face my Adidas clad female antagonist.

"You can't possibly think we are that stupid. We are making the exchange right here. Now give me the cooler."

"How do I know that you're going to feed him?"

"You don't. Now give me the cooler."

I reluctantly hand it over and she in turn hands me an envelope.

"Your demands?"

"Yeah. See that you meet them quick and fast; almost like a life might depend on it."

"Listen!" I said as I angrily grabbed her arm.

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" She hissed.

"Exchange me for my son. My family will still pay the ransom. Just allow me to take his place."

"Not in a million fucking years. Now let me go before I make certain that this milk goes unused."

"Please. I'm begging you."

"Is everything ok here?" A metro cop said to us as he noticed the commotion."

"Everything is fine officer. My ah, boyfriend and I are just having a slight disagreement."

"Take it elsewhere." The cop said as he walked away.

"Listen Eric. No one wants to hurt your son. Get us what we want and you can have him back safe and sound. Fuck over us in anyway and all bets are off."

"Why are you helping him? Why are you helping Brekara?"

"Helping him? I'm helping myself!" She exclaimed as she jerked away from my grip and walked off.

"Tonya?" I said through my radio mike that I put in my ear.

"I thought I told you not to try and be a hero?"

"I'm a father, not a hero."

"Don't open the note. It could be laced with something. We will handle that part. Keep walking to Container Park. One of the agents will meet you down there and collect the note from you and then I'll meet you down there."

"If only we had the means to trace them without them knowing." I said as I walked on.

"You and me both, Eric. You and me both."

Chapter 6 She lives

The Andrews Compound the bedroom of Eric and Courtney Andrews

Courtney

Why is it so dark in here? Why was I asleep for so long? I had this terrible dream that my baby had been taken and...

Oh my god!

Ok, calm down Courtney. Try and remember everything that occurred.

Mrs. Andrews wanted to get away for a sexual rendezvous with Ryan and myself, my mom and step mom helped her to facilitate this.

While we were gone, the police showed up here and arrested my husband for attempted murder and kidnapping.

My father-in-law traced his wife to the motel we had dropped her off at earlier and caught Ryan in the act of fucking his wife behind his back.

After we got Eric out of jail, we make it home only to find out that some piece of shit has kidnapped our son.

That was when everything went black...

Eric must have had me sedated sometime after I passed out. Knowing him, he probably hoped to have handled this before I came to.

But I also remember Lynette having me to pump some milk for my baby.

It's all so confusing!

But the fact that I don't hear my baby in the nursery on the monitor tells me that he isn't home where he's supposed to be yet.

So now it's time for me to get involved. If only my head would stop pounding!

There's something I'm forgetting. A conversation with Eric... a shopping trip to a baby store where we... Oh My God! Where the hell is my phone?

Roughly one month ago at a Vegas mall.

Courtney

"You do realize that a lot of what we're buying for him is a monumental waste of money right?" Eric said to me as I shoveled high end designer clothing and foot wear into our shopping cart for Little Lynn.

"I have no idea of what you're speaking of my love." I sarcastically replied to him as I continued to load the basket.

"Baby Jordans? He going to get 1 or maybe 2 wears out of these things and then his feet will be too big to fit them.

'

I beg to differ... he'll get at least 5... oh my god, will you look at that?" I said as something caught my eye.

"What is it?"

"Eric he's got to have this." I said as I picked up a gold bracelet and showed it to my husband.

"Come on Courtney. The Jordans are one thing, but a solid gold bracelet for an infant? My dear, you're verging on the textbook definition of "doing too much".

"It has an air tag in it. We can track his whereabouts from our phone. At least one of us can."

"And why would we need to do that? Our home is a freaking fortress. Noone gets in or out unless we want them to."

"That's what the Lindbergh's thought too."

"The who?"

"Charles Lindbergh."

"The pilot?"

"The victim of a kidnapping plot. His infant son was kidnapped and murdered. Your parents are very wealthy. Someone could try and snatch our baby in the hopes of a generous ransom."

"You worry too much."

"And you don't worry nearly enough. Just... humor me. Ok?"

"Sigh.. always."

"I'll give you anal tonight."

"Stop lying. You once told me and I quote "That big black dick or yours isn't going within ten feet of my tiny white asshole."

"Well, that's just how much buying this bracelet means to me."

"Enough to give up the ass?"

"And you can have it, anyway you like." I told him slowly and seductively.

"Check us out please."

Present day

Courtney

Eric must have forgotten about the tracking bracelet in his panicked state. Where the hell is my phone?

Oh shit, there it is on the said of the bed and... damn it! It's dead! Got to get it on a charger. Every second counts! I've got to find my baby before it's too late.

Come on god damn it! Turn on! Finally!

"Airtag found near 2306 Las Vegas BLVD."

I've got to go! I can't tell the cops or the FBI, they may start shooting. I can't tell Eric either, I don't want to get his hopes up.

I'll have to go there myself and rescue our son.

"But rescue him how? This Brekara has already proven to be a violent man. And on top of that, Eric has already told me that not every place in Vegas is nice or even safe.

I need to arm myself just in case. The den; the gun case is in the den. I've got to get there without being seen by anyone.

Seconds later...

The Sig P226. Eric taught me how to use it. But he also had me fire a 38 revolver at the gun range and told me that he liked revolvers because they don't jam.

Smith and Wesson snub nose 38. I'll take this instead.

I've got to go! I've got to save my baby!"

Across town in a parked unmarked police SUV.

Eric Jr

"Shouldn't we be on our way back to the house?" I asked.

"Not yet. Now that we have the ransom demands, your parents have authorized the wire transfer of the 2 million. Normally this would take a lot longer but with FBI pressure being applied, it should be done within minutes.

"Two million dollars... Damn. My parents are putting it all on the line for me and I keep acting like a giant asshole to them."

"They'd probably give up their entire fortune to save their grandchild. Your "assholery" aside."

"I suppose I should just be grateful that they had the two million to give."

"Well, I don't want to be "that guy", but your parents do have the number one adult site in the country."

"Yes detective. I am aware of this fact. Is this your version of "pouring salt on the wound?"

"I'd actually like to know why you have such a problem with it?"

"I'll assume that you mean aside from the obvious, so I won't belittle you by explaining why no one including you, would want their family member choosing porn as a career choice.

My mother is a giant hypocrite."

"Care to explain?"

"I thought that I was trapped in a rerun of All In The Family when my mom met Courtney for the first time. She went right into "Archie Bunker" racist mode."

"She didn't like the fact that Courtney was Caucasian?"

"Didn't like", is doing a ton of heavy lifting. She hated it. She was absolutely pissed."

"They seem to get along fine now though."

"Courtney had deduced this Maxine XXX thing before anyone else had. She agreed to keep it a secret. That's how they became so close.

But please explain it to me like I'm five. How the hell are you going to be pissed off at me for marrying a woman of a different race when you are constantly... constantly... getting fucked by men of another race?

Men my age or possibly younger to boot.

It'd be one thing if she were telling me not to smoke due to her experience as a current and life long smoker. But given what she was engaged in, she had no moral ground to question who I married."

"She wouldn't have had moral ground to question it even if she hadn't been engaged in such activities. As a black female police officer, I've dated men of varying races in my lifetime, black, white, Latino, and do you know what I discovered?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"I discovered that y'all are all equally worthless." She said with a smile.

"Thanks a lot."

"I just noticed this. Has anyone ever told you that you resemble Michael Ealy?"

"Sigh. All day everyday and twice on Sunday."

"Take heart. I get compared to Barbie Banxxx or either Coco from SWV."

"Who is Barbie Banks? Tyra's younger and hotter sister?"

"Not "Banks", "Banxxx". Like your mom's name with the triple x."

"So is this Barbie Banxxx person in adult films?"

"Uh, yeah. You don't watch porn?"

"No. I don't. It's weird that everyone seems to find that to be strange."

"No. Not strange. Refreshing."

"Refreshing because I don't watch porn?"

"Refreshing because you dare to be different. Does religion drive your decisions in anyway?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Now that I do find to be strange."

"Well detective, I don't want to be "that guy" either, but if you need religion in order to be a good person, then it's a safe bet that you really aren't a good person."

But before she could answer...

"It's my mom." I said as I responded to the ringing coming from my pocket.

"Put her on speaker."

"Hello Mom? Everything ok?"

"Thank god I found you. Baby we made the transfer. Once the money hits Brekara's account, he's going to run, but also give us the address to where we can find Little Lynn."

"Well that sounds like good news. So what's wrong?"

"Courtney's missing. She took my car and snuck off. And..."

"And what mom? What else did she do or take?"

"She also took two handguns. The gun safe was left wide open. God help her but I think she's gone after Brekara."

Chapter

2306 Las Vegas BLVD

Beatrice

Translated from Spanish

"Well aren't you just a hungry little guy?" I said to the baby that was now our meal ticket and the key to a new life of wealth and luxury as I fed him with his mother's milk.

"The money has hit. Is everything in place now?" I asked Enrique who had been on the phone with the man who was supplying us with the fake credentials and transport out of the U. S.

"The transport has been arranged, the money was transferred out of the Swiss account and into two separate Grand Cayman accounts. I paid for his services out of my end as you demanded.

So you're now a million dollars richer and I'm 800 thousand to the good.

Our passport guy is going to drive us to L. A. to meet a cargo ship bound for Mexico. Once we make it to Cozumel, we get off, get through customs with our new passports and credentials, and we disappear forever.

They'll eventually quit looking after a few years."

"Excellent. And when do we meet our ride to L. A.?"

"Now. It's a short walk from here."

"Well? What are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here and onto our new lives!" I said to him excitedly.

"Go ahead and go. We don't need to be seen leaving together. I'll give you a 5 minute head start and right before I leave I'll send the cops this address of where to find the baby."

"Right around the corner?"

"Two blocks over. Look for this license plate. 87 Black Chevy single cab pick up. And I hope that you don't have to pee, because he said we aren't stopping until we hit California."

"I'll pee on myself if I have to." I said as I hurried out of the hotel room after planting a kiss on the baby's forehead.

Enrique.

After Beatrice left. I made sure that the baby was in a comfortable position on the bed. At the 5 minute mark, I sent off the text telling the cops and the Andrews family where they could find the infant.

But I hesitated. I couldn't bring myself to leave this kid alone like this. It didn't sit well with me.

But I thought I heard sirens in the distant so at the ten minute mark I decide to get out.

But before I could do that, the hotel room door burst open.

"Beatrice! Why did you come back? We need to..."

"Turn around you fucking slime!" A voice that was not that of Beatrice ordered in Spanish.

My blood ran cold. Even though I had never met her, I sensed instantly that I knew who this was. Lynn Andrew's mother was here to rescue her son from me. By force if necessary.

I turned slowly, showing my hands the entire time. I knew that any wrong moves could mean that I didn't leave this motel room alive.

But now I was also confronted with another issue. The police now knew where the baby was located. They'd be here within minutes. If I'm not away from here by then, I'll probably spend the rest of my life behind bars even if I'm not killed by this outraged savior parent.

"Mrs. Andrews please take it easy." I said to her as I faced her and the two guns she was pointing at me. As you can see, your baby is safe." I said as I pointed to the snoozing infant on the bed. "Here, let me get him for you."

"Don't you move an inch in my son's direction you piece of shit. Do you think I'm stupid enough to allow you to grab him and use him as a human shield?"

Damn it! Why didn't I think of that? I was really going to simply hand her the baby. Maybe it was time to change tactics.

"Mrs. Andrews, who are we kidding here? You've never taken a life. You've never seen what a bullet does to a human body. It's not a pretty sight. I don't think that a pretty lady like yourself is capable of doing so."

"S... S... Stay right there. Don't you move a muscle." She stammered nervously.

"How did you find me?" I asked as I subtlety inched closer to her. "I only just now gave the cops this address. How did you find me so quickly?"

"I won't say it again! Stop moving!"

"Why? You don't have the stones to pull the trigger! I said as I lounged at her.

"I warned you!" She said and squeezed the trigger on the automatic.

And just like that, to my everlasting delight, it jammed as I closed the distance between us.

"No!"

At that time, enroute to the motel.

Eric Jr

"We've got to go faster! That monster may now have my wife as well as my son!" I shouted as Detective Tonya Badeaux gunned the engine and the police SUV down Las Vegas Blvd.

"We're going as fast as we can." Tonya shouted over the roar of the engine.

"What about the Feds?"

"They are waiting to hear back from Washington about engagement."

"Seriously?" I asked in stunned disbelief. "And the locals?"

"Outside of myself, the kidnapping of a minor is considered FBI territory. My dept will take a hands off approach to it."

"So we are on our own?"

"We? What do you mean by "we"? You're not a cop Eric."

"But I am a father and a husband. That maniac is holding my entire family hostage."

"Which is why you can't go barging in there. You're untrained and far too emotionally involved." She told me as she slammed the SUV to a stop in the center of the motel parking lot. "Now, wait here until I clear the room and...

POW! The single pistol report reverberated through the air.

Before I knew it, I was in a full sprint toward the room where the gunshot came from as I ignored Tonya's orders to stop.

"Courtney!"

"In here baby. Everything is ok now."

I reached the room and a most welcomed sight greeted me. Courtney was holding our baby boy and humming him a lullaby even though he had somehow slept through all of the drama.

Brekara lay dead at our feet with a single gunshot to his forehead.

Just then Tonya entered the room weapon ready, she noticed the two guns on the nightstand, closed the door behind her and had us to stand by the wall and don't touch anything while she cleared the bathroom.

"Soooooo, what happened here?" She asked as she pointed to the corpse at our feet.

"I executed the scumbag that snatched my son." Courtney said defiantly. "That's what happened here."

"No. That's not what happened Mrs. Andrews and do us all a favor and never say that again. Brekera charged at you, you feared for the safety of yourself and your baby and you drew your weapon and fired. Classic case of self defense.

Do we understand each other?"

We both nodded our assent.

"What about DJ Run and the track suit?" I asked.

"His accomplice? We will try to locate her, but if they put any serious planning into this at all then I'd assume that she's on her way out of the country as we speak on fake but official looking documents.

We may never find her or recover her part of the loot.

But there's one thing I don't understand."

"What's that?" I asked.

"From the time Brekara told us where to find Little Lynn up until now, he had plenty of time to ghost us."

"Ok, and?"

"Why did he stay? The longer he delayed the more chances of him getting nabbed, what made him stay so long? Why did he risk it?"

"I think that I can answer that." Courtney said.

"By all means."

"Given everything else that he was... an abuser, kidnapper, extortionist... his conscience wouldn't allow him to leave a defenseless infant in a hotel room alone and unguarded. He would have risked capture before doing that.

So for all of his plans and schemes, the ransom, the fake credentials... the one thing he couldn't plan for was his own moral compass conflicting with his desires.

In that one way, despite any other superficial similarities that he shared with my husband, in that one way, Brekara reminded me of you Eric."

"I don't know if I buy it but ok." I said to my wife. "So what happens now Tonya?"

"For now, take your baby home, get him a doctor and have him examined. I'll get with you later about giving a statement and off the record, what to say and not say."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked her.

"If I told you that I was doing it so that you'd drop the lawsuit and allow me to keep my career, would you believe me?"

"No. But all the same, I'm not going to sue. You followed the evidence where it led and after all that's your job right?"

"It is indeed my job. Although going forward, I'll try not to be so judgmental or overly zealous in my pursuit of justice. That does no good if you hurt the very people that you've sworn to protect."

"Understood."

"Now, get out of my crime scene. I still have much work to do."

"Yes ma'am. Come on baby. I'm dying to introduce you to your new stepdaughter and Lynn to his half-sister."

The ride home.

Eric Jr.

I was a bundle of nerves all the way home. My wife had just taken a life yet she was as cool as a cucumber sitting in the back seat, nursing our son.

I've heard stories of hardened combat soldiers who still wince at the thought of ending an existence especially when recounting the first time they had to do so.

Is this simply a case of a lioness protecting her cub? Or is there something deeper going on with her psyche?

A question for another day.

"Baby? Did you hear me?" She asked from the back seat.

"Uh, no I didn't."

"I want you to forgive your parents. If love comes with the condition that everyone must meet everyone else' expectations on how to navigate life, then is it really love?"

"That's a bit easy for you to say Courtney. Your parents aren't porn stars."

"Both sets of my parents have orgies with each other and God only knows who else. Trust me Eric, you don't have the market cornered on embarrassing parents."

"So much has been said between us and..."

"Your mom and dad put up two million dollars that they may never see again in order to give us back our child.

But still, I don't want you to do it for that reason or for me or Little Lynn. I want you to do it for yourself.

Because whatever you might think of them, however you might feel about them, they're the only set of parents you're going to get."

Epilogue

Lynette Andrews One month later

Well this is a story all about how, my life got flipped turned... naaaaawwww.

Since Little Lynn's safe return, our entire family has underwent a grueling series of changes, starting with myself and Eric Sr.

Since being outed, our Hotwife Onlyfan's page became more popular than ever. So much so that we have created our own paysite and should one sign up as a lifetime member for the "low low" price of $999.99, I'll even send you a pair of worn(one time) and signed panties from yours truly.

Needless to say we are having to have undies shipped in by the truckload in order to meet demand.

We decided to move to Reno as opposed to L. A. or anywhere else. We are going to be working with Dan and Valerie on quite a few film projects, demos and seminars.

I have at least 4 proposed book deals and both Lifetime and OWN have reached out about either a movie or a documentary.

Eric Jr and Corutney are staying behind at our residence in Vegas.

Deuce settled on day trading and seems to be having some early success with it. But when he talks about "candles" and "cups", my eyes just glaze over as I have no idea of what any of that means.

He and I, as well as him and his father will probably never have the relationship we once had but at least him and his family are staying stateside and Eric Sr and I have access to the grandbabies anytime we'd like to see them.

Darianna and Ryan are also going to be staying with Eric and his family since a part of Eric's family is also a part of Darianna's.

At this point it wouldn't be fair or even wise to call Deuce and Ryan friends given the history of Ryan and myself as well as his past and now future with Deuce's former fiancée but they are all adults and I'm confident that they'll find their own way.

And even though we are back to making new material for our sites, Eric Sr made it clear... we do NOT shoot with Ryan any longer under any circumstances.

And you know what? I'm actually ok with that.

Due to her handicap, the government is holding off on deportation proceedings for now on Darianna. Ryan plans to marry her as soon as the Dominican Republic annuls her marriage to Deuce.

One reason is because I think he truly loves her and the second is the belief that marrying an American citizen will bolster her chances to stay in the country along with having a daughter for another American citizen as an added bonus.

I can't wait to see how we all fare when we come together at the next major holiday or BBQ.

And yes Brekara's accomplice is probably somewhere on an island throwing back Don Julio shots and earning 6%.