Bad Man Ch. 02

A BAD MAN #2

PREAMBLE RAMBLE: I wanted to do another story involving the Badman, and people were asking for it. I didn't have an idea for it until I read a story that had retribution, but I felt it would be good for the Badman to handle things. There are some clues about who the Badman could be. Maybe if I write another part more will be revealed about him.

This is a short story I wrote in a couple of hours. And of course, it's a Greenville story.

I hope you like the story.

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They had ordered and were waiting for their food in line at the food truck. "I came home one day, and she said she found the love of her life. They were sitting in the living room. He's sitting back on my sofa like he owns the place. You believe that 12 years of marriage, and now she tells me she's in love with some punk. He told me not to give her a hard time and actually threatened me in my own house." The man was talking as he waited for his food.

"When did this happen? I thought you two were good." His buddy said.

"Last night, I thought we were good, too. She met this guy named Chuck at the garage when she took her car in to get an oil change. She's been fucking him for almost a month. Now she wants a divorce and is moving in with him. Says he is her soulmate. You believe that?"

"That's bullshit. What did you do?"

"Not much I could do, he is 10 years younger than me and bigger. It looked like all he does is work out. Why he wanted a 35-year-old housewife, I have no clue. And she left the kids. What kind of mother would do that?"

The two men got their food and walked away from the truck. The Badman was listening to everything the two men were saying. From that little bit of information, he got everything he needed. He felt bad for the man. He worked his ass off for his family, and his wife leaves him for a fling. She will soon find out what a huge mistake she made.

After work, he started doing his research. He checked the local garages for a guy named Chuck. He got lucky and found him at the sixth garage he checked. Using his skills, he found out Chuck was named Charles Sebastian Monroe. He was a mechanic who worked for a small garage on Armstrong Rd in Greenville.

Digging deeper, he also found out through his sources that he only dated married women. Once he got them where he wanted them, he would get them to move in with him, divorce their husband, and take most of their money. After getting the money into either his or a joint account, he would kick them out within six months. Usually, they left broken, homeless, and ashamed. Charles was not a nice man. He had previous assault charges for beating husbands who fought back.

The Badman knew what he had to do. This was going to be quick and not very fun for Charles.

Chuck had no clue what was coming his way. He had another MILF on the line. Another that fell in love with his cock. They loved it when a younger man showed interest in them. After 35 or 40, they were so easy. For years, their husband has been showing how much he loved them, and it became background noise to them. A new man comes into their life, saying the exact same thing, and they light up like a Rockefeller Christmas tree. Give them a couple of orgasms, and it's over besides the clapping. Another month and his bank account would be full again.

Chuck was coming out of Publix and found his tire flat. He put his bags in the car and went to the trunk to start changing the tire. As he reached into the trunk, he felt a blinding pain in his lower back. The last thing he remembered was the pain before he blacked out. He woke up in the trunk of his car. He didn't know how long he was in there. The car wasn't moving as far as he could tell. He started screaming and banging on the trunk lid. Eventually, someone heard the noise and called the police to release him.

When they got him out of the trunk, they found a note pinned to his shirt. It only said "Leave married women alone". The police were not able to find any fingerprints or other evidence. The cameras don't show anything either. The only evidence that someone had done something to him was two small, what looked like pin pricks on his lower back. There were no witnesses at 6 pm that evening. When they found the note they questioned him about his private life. Finding out that he only dated married women the police were disgusted by him, They interviewed his last conquest husband, who was still at work when it happened. Because of Chucks attitude they didn't dig as deep as they would have.

A few days later, Chuck was at work when his boss called him into the office. "What's up, Ken?"

"We have a serious problem, Chuck. Remember that Forerunner you worked on a couple of days ago."

"Yeah, I remember, the lady complained about the front end shaking when she went over 40 miles per hour." Not realizing how fast things were going to change.

"Well, she said you tried to proposition her when you took it out for a drive. I talked her out of pressing charges if I let you go."

"What the fuck, Ken, you know I wouldn't do anything like that. That's bullshit. I never said anything to her except about the car."

"Chuck, I've seen how you are with women customers. How many have you dated? I'm sorry, Chuck, I have to let you go."

"You know what, fuck you, Ken, I'll have another job by the end of the week." Chuck got his tools and left. He knew it was bullshit, even if he did try to fuck that fat cow.

Carol wasn't home yet to fix his dinner, so he stopped at a local bar. After two beers, he walked into the bathroom to relieve himself. As he was pissing, he felt a blinding pain in his lower back. He woke up later, buck naked with only his socks and boots on, in a stall. He yelled out for someone to help him. The bartender came to see what the screaming was about. Finding Chuck naked, he called the police. They found him a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to wear while they questioned him. They found a note on the stall door. "Leave married women alone." The detective now assigned to the case questioned Chuck. He had no idea who it could be. Again, there were two small pin pricks on his lower back.

There were too many fingerprints to follow up on. They got a list of women he had been involved with. After questioning the sixth husband, they closed the case and told Chuck to leave married women alone. Luckily, his wallet and keys were on the toilet tank.

Chuck was starting to get worried now. This was the second time he had been attacked. It didn't occur to him that being fired was because of his extracurricular activities with married women. He got home later than usual. Carol had dinner waiting for him, like he instructed her to. She had asked him the other day about her future ex-husband being questioned by the police. That pissed him off, and he almost hit her. He was able to get control of himself. He didn't want to mess up a good thing. She was getting ready to get the money that was rightfully his, that he had worked so hard for. He wasn't going to let some clown mess that up. He didn't say anything about getting fired or assaulted again. He took out his anger in bed that night.

The rest of the week, he went looking for another job. He had enough experience to easily find something. On the third day of the new job, a lady came in to get her car looked at. When she saw Chuck, she screamed and yelled, "How can you let a rapist work for you?" People were looking around, wondering who she was talking about, when she pointed at Chuck. "If this is the kind of people you have working for you, then you can't have my business. And I'm telling all my friends!" Chuck stood there perplexed, as he had never met that woman before in his life.

The owner was able to calm the lady down and promised to fire Chuck immediately. He didn't last the whole day before he was told to get his tools and go. When he got to his car, he found a note: "Leave married women alone." Chuck grabbed the note, looking around, waiting to be attacked.

He went straight home. Carol wouldn't be home for several hours. He sat in his living room with the curtain drawn. He wondered who was out for him. There could be dozens of mad husbands over the years. He never had this problem before. Sure, some husbands fought back, but he was always able to beat them down. They fell into three categories: those who cried and begged their wife not to leave. Those who fought back and attacked him. It never ended well for them. And those who just accepted it and let her leave. Carol, his latest conquest, husband, fell into the latter category.

Carol came home and cooked him dinner the way he liked, and again, he took his anger out in the bedroom. The next day, he stayed home. For the first time in his life, he was afraid. He kept looking out the window. He was paranoid and jumpy. The doorbell rang, and it scared him to death. He looked out the peephole and saw a young lady holding one of those bouquets of fruit.

When he opened the door, he felt a sting on his calf and then blackness. When he woke up, he was tied to one of the dinette chairs. A man in a hoodie, a Guy Fawkes mask, and gloves was standing in front of him.

"Charles Sebastian Monroe, or do you prefer Chuck. I know, Chuck sounds so much more manly, doesn't Charles? Well, I'm going to call you Charles. Is that okay, Charles?' Chuck looked at the man. He knew in a fair fight, he could kick his ass. 'Charles, right now you're thinking in a fair fight you could kick my ass, right? You would be wrong, Charles. First off, I never fight fair. Second, you won't get the chance to fight me. For that, you should be thankful." The Badman said with supreme confidence. It made Chuck think twice about his chances.

"What the fuck do you want, man? I ain't done nothing to you. When I get loose, I'm going to fuck you up," Chuck said as he struggled with the ropes.

The Badman laughed. "Charles, stop and think for a minute. What can you do to me? I'm a ghost, a figment of your imagination. I'm not really here. And like a ghost, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. Or until you stop messing with married women. Can you do that, Charles?"

"What the fuck do you care? Did I take your wife or something? Were you one of those wimps?"

"Okay, maybe I gave you too much credit, Charles. How many times do I have to put you into your trunk? How many jobs will I have to get you fired from? Will you make me do something more permanent for you to learn your lesson? I mean, I'm in your house, Charles. Think about what else I can do." If Chuck could see the Badman's face, he would piss his pants.

Chuck thought for a minute. This guy was crazy. He had no idea who he was or could be. He's right, he got into my house. What else could he do? "Okay, I promise no more married bitches. Now untie me."

"No, Charles, that's too easy. What you will do is give Carol half of your money. Be glad I'm not telling you to give it all to her. Then you will move at least 500 miles away. You can even let her stay here. But you must go. You have two days, Charles. I'll be watching." The Badman walked behind Chuck.

Chuck was awakened by Carol telling him dinner was ready. He was lying on the couch and had to get his bearings. He jumped up, looking around. Carol said, "Who sent an Edible Arrangement?' and Chuck saw it sitting on the Dinette table. "Oh, there's a card." Carol picked it up and read it. She looked at Chuck questioningly.

"Well, what the hell does it say?" Chuck asked

She looked at Chuck, "It says Have a nice trip, Charles. But it's not signed. What does that mean?"

Chuck almost pissed himself and called the police. They checked the container for fingerprints, but they only found Chucks' and Carol's. They contacted the store, and they had no record of a delivery to that address or anywhere near it. When shown a picture of the arrangement, they said it wasn't one of theirs. There was no other evidence to support Chuck's claims. Chuck could only tell them that some guy in a Guy Fawkes mask held him hostage because he was messing with married women. That didn't sit well with Carol. The Detective had no answers for Chuck, but gave him some advice, Stop fucking married women.

Carol kept questioning Chuck about what was going on, but he had no answers for her. After the police left, he started packing his bags. He told Carol he had to go out of town for a while and that she could stay there as long as she liked. He wrote her a check for half of the money in the account. Once his truck was loaded, he took off. That was the last time Carol saw Chuck.

After a week, she realized he wasn't coming back. She sat in the apartment all alone. She realized too late that everything Chuck promised was a lie. She gave up a marriage of 12 years for a pipe dream. Her parents were mad at her for leaving her husband and children. She had left her 9-year-old son and 8-year-old daughter for what? A smooth-talking man who said the same things her husband had been telling her their whole relationship. She just realized too late.

The Badman didn't smile as Charles drove off. It never made him happy when he had to be the Badman. But someone had to do it.

The End