~The Binding~
Chapter
Kevin watched her closely for the remainder of the day. Oh,
boy he was in for it tonight, he knew that much. Bron's testimony
did not waiver one iota from her previous statements. What
did waiver was her reaction to the questions. He figured only
three people in the courtroom could tell the day was taking
a toll on her.
With Court dismissed for the day and ordered to re-adjourn
the next morning at nine. Kevin let out a breath. He felt
like he had been holding that breath for the last hour. He
stood and shook the sluggishness out of his legs. His ass
was numb from sitting for so long in the unpadded wooden chair.
Relief was the next feeling he recognized in himself, since
they hadn't had the opportunity to cross-examine Bron. Kevin
waited for her as the deputy assisted her across the room
to him. He blocked her view of Lenny, who, as of yet, hadn't
been escorted from the courtroom wearing his shackles and
chains.
"Ya did good darlin'." Kevin spoke as he held his
arm out at shoulder level offering her some sanctuary from
prying eyes.
"I hate him," Bron spat as she walked into her
husband's waiting arm.
Kevin said nothing as she stood with her back to the man
she had referenced, as she tried to tunnel inside his coat.
With her shoulder tucked under his arm, he pulled her closer
to him, to his body. "It's okay Witch." His arm
settled across her shoulders.
A cynical laughed echoed in the room. "Poor little Chica,
you can't hide from me. I can find you anywhere. They tell
me where you are."
"That's it," Kevin spoke. Kevin jerked around pulling
away from Bron, only to have Mc shove both he and Bron towards
the double doors of the courtroom.
"Ignore him and keep walking. You can't fight him in
a courtroom." Mc kept propelling Kevin forward. Webster
had joined Mc also. They tried to move Kevin down the hall
one on each side and Bron trapped between Mc and Kevin. Mc
warned him repeatedly as Kevin fought every nerve in his very
being to maintain control. "Leave it alone," Mc
barked at him.
Webster came around and stopped in front of Kevin. His gaze
went down to Bron as she desperately tried to bury her head
in Kevin's side. "If you go to jail for attacking him
in this courthouse and she's a sitting duck."
"Fine," Kevin snapped as he proceeded down the
hall with his wife safely nestled under his arm and his coat.
"Hold up here," Webster called as he stepped up
to the elevator doors. He used a swipe card to open the doors.
"I hate to tell you this but there is a mob of reporters
downstairs."
"Fuck," Kevin closed his eyes as Bron's body quaked
next to him. He squared his shoulders. His stare traveled
to his wife as she looked up at him. Her eyes were dilated
from fear and her face pale as white sheet of paper. She was
looking up at him, waiting for encouragement. "Let's
do it," he gave her a slow closing and opening of his
eyes as he negotiated his body as tightly to hers as he could.
Silence clung to the sides of the descending box. The doors
slid open and flashbulbs lit the elevator. Bron's head jerked
back into him since this was new to her. Her head shook from
the lights; she had only been subjected to firestorm of flashbulbs
a few times before. It was like a second skin to him. He moved
forward, never letting go of her. He ignored the barrage of
questions from the press and focused on the dark green SUV
waiting at the end of the sidewalk outside. He hit the turnstile
doors dragging Bron right along with him into the same compartment
forcing her body behind him as he pushed the thick glass.
He stepped swiftly but carefully down the icy concrete walk
as reporters followed them, shouting questions at them.
"Mrs. Richardson, do you have anything to say?"
"Is it true you never reported the incident?"
"Can you confirm the rumor of additional attacks on
you?
"What took you so long to come forward?"
"Is this a vendetta Mrs. Richardson, you are linked to
a crime family yourself?"
Bron's head swung towards the reporter only to have Kevin's
fingers press into her neck effectively turning her back towards
him.
The door to the SUV was open and waiting for them as he shoved
her in. Kevin quickly followed slamming the door shut. He
didn't miss the solid blue line of officers in front of the
truck to keep the crowd from rushing the vehicle. 'Were any
of these men and women the ones Webster and Mc were trying
to put behind bars?' Kevin wondered in his mind.
"Fuck, what have I done?" Bron watched the reporters
try to take pictures of them, only to have their shots blocked
by either her husband or Mc. Mc had entered the vehicle from
the other side and Bron now sat sandwiched between the two
men.
"It's over for today darlin', just relax. We're goin'
home." Kevin watched Webster take over the steering wheel
from the agent who had held the SUV in front of the exit doors
for them.
As the truck lurched away from the crowd Kevin warned Bron
before she even tried it, he thought she might. "Don't
look back. Keep looking straight ahead."
"I shouldn't have done this." Bron simply stated
locking her eyes on the windshield. Bron swallowed hard. Her
stare fell to the floor of the truck. Successively she swallowed
as she tried to calm herself. Her arms folded around her stomach
when the queasiness started.
Kevin watched and then spoke. "Are you going to be sick?"
Kevin latched onto her hand and squeezed. He began to bounce
her hand on his leg.
"No, I don't think so," she uttered as they entered
the expressway to head home. A few horns sounded behind them
since they had blown the light to get rid of any followers.
Kevin said nothing as they drove quietly back to the house.
The house sat solemnly in the pale afternoon sun. It seemed
frozen in the bitter cold. A few reporters tailed them home.
Kevin didn't want them to know, but it wasn't as if they didn't
have their own way of finding out the information. Kevin simply
ignored them as he opened the truck door. He shot a hard stare
down the end of the driveway as he walked around to the other
side of the truck. Holding his hand out, he helped Bron out
of the SUV.
"I'll clear them out for you," Webster spoke as
he glanced in the rear view mirror.
Kevin ducked his head into the truck, "It's not necessary.
I wish the house was set back more. They have to stay off
the property; I'm hoping they'll abide by it. We're not going
anywhere tonight."
Kevin felt Bron's fingernails digging into his hand as he
led her up the short walk to the front door. The one thing
he loved about this house was the old-fashioned porch with
a tin roof. He still held her hand as he unlocked the door,
making a mental note next time to wear gloves. Her newly manicured
nails were as sharp as knives.
"I'm going to kill you." Bron's voice reached his
ears. It wasn't shrill, she didn't want to be heard by any
microphones, but it relayed the anger she was feeling towards
him very well.
"Do it inside, you wouldn't want people to see you do
it." Kevin shoved the door open and waited for her to
enter first. He entered and turned to glance out the French
doors. He saw Mc and Webster at the end of the dirt driveway
motioning people away from the house. Kevin slapped the door
shut and snapped the blinds closed barring any intrusions
from the long lenses of cameras.
He held out his hand to take her coat and she promptly flung
it at him then stormed away. He guessed he didn't need to
explain the kids weren't here and neither was anyone else.
After taking care of the coats, he checked the answering machine.
Only one call and he actually debated whether he wanted to
listen to it or not. Kaylin's voice filled the room, she was
chattering away as if she was still here. She filled them
in on the condition of the house and that one of the dogs
had gotten into Bron's closet and chewed on some boots. "Great,"
Kevin groaned.
Ambling across the house, he searched for Bron only to find
her in the bathroom heaving. He stood at the door with his
arms crossed and his hands tucked under his armpits waiting
for her to finish. It wasn't like she could carry on a conversation.
He waited and waited. Kevin handed her a washcloth and watched
her clean up. She did nothing but glare at him. Then his eyes
went up and down her body as she stripped and shakily entered
the shower. She refused to speak him. "Whatever darlin'."
Kevin left her walking to the kitchen. He wasn't going to
get anywhere with her right now. He lifted the lid on a pot,
which he found simmering on the stove. He sniffed the contents
and smiled. The scent of homemade chicken soup wafted in the
air. A note rested on the counter next to it. The handwriting
perfectly readable to him, probably not too many others, though.
Kevin,
I figured Bron would be exhausted when she came home. Gabe
didn't like her coloring this morning when she left. Suzie
and I made chicken soup. The biscuits are on the counter by
the sink. Pre-heat the oven at 400 degrees and back for 15
minutes.
Love,
Mom
P.S. Be strong son, I love you.
Kevin rolled his eyes, "Yeah be strong, easy for you
to say. I'm about to get my ass kicked by a pregnant woman
who is a foot shorter than me." Kevin turned the oven
on and set the temperature. He went to the cupboards, grabbed
bowls, and anything else he thought they would need. With
the oven ready, he slid the tray in the oven and set the timer.
"Wait until Bron finds out Suzie can cook."
Opening the refrigerator, he found another note.
"She doesn't like it, but you'll probably need it. Sorry
it isn't a nice red wine. LOL
Love, Suz.
"No shit on that one," Kevin grabbed for the beer,
his favorite. He tended to dinner knowing by instinct Bron
was going to take a long shower and then most likely hide
either upstairs in their room or in her office, fuming mad
at him.
He found a tray buried in the buffet and proceeded to dish
out dinner for both of them. The timer went off the on the
oven as he popped the top on his third beer. After rummaging
through the cupboards, he found a bottle of Jack Daniels and
placed it within reach. If things didn't go well, by the end
of the week he'd be looking for it and most likely he wouldn't
be in the mood to search for it then.
Kevin balanced the tray on his hip as he opened the doors
to the living room. He was a little surprised to find Bron
sitting on a pile of blankets in front of the fireplace with
a towel wrapped around her head. Her big, blue, thirty-pound,
Nautica bathrobe wrapped tightly around her, more like a blanket
than a robe. She was toasting her feet by the fireplace. The
strains of Phil Collins filled he room, 'In the Air Tonight.'
He handed her a soup bowl and they sat Indian-style on the
blankets and ate in silence. They both stared at the flames
leaping in the fireplace.
Bron set the empty bowl off to the side. He relinquished
the grip on his beer as she grabbed the bottle from him and
drank half of it in one swig. He stretched out his legs and
leaned back on his hands wondering what the hell was going
on with her. She pulled the towel off her head and tossed
it to the other side of the room. Sharply she turned towards
him; he said nothing as she glared at him. She moved up his
body. Placing her hands on his face, she turned his head slightly
and moved towards his face. When her lips met his, they were
hot and hungry. His heart tripped a beat with her aggressiveness.
Kevin sought the warmth of her skin with his hands. He wasn't
shocked to find bare skin under her bathrobe. He groaned at
the heat radiating from her, still warm from her shower and
being by the fire. His hand dropped to the knot on the robe.
Her nails digging into his hand stopped him.
"Stop," she whispered. He did so and then he captured
her face in his hands. Kevin lips formed a hard line and then
tipped down as the first tear slid down her face. For the
longest time he held her gaze and waited for her to respond.
Then the full water works started, "Oh darlin',"
he whispered as she flung herself at him and the tears kept
coming.
It took a minute for him to catch his balance since she had
flattened him to the floor. With little grace, he pulled himself
up to his knees. She followed him, he was baffled, and her
actions were only confusing him more. The tears still fell
but her hands were caressing his skin creating a fire that
could only be put out one way. "Easy Witch," his
hands clasped her head tightly in his grip forcing her to
look directly at him. Kevin paid no attention to the damp
hair under his fingertips. He waited for words, which never
came from her. He leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips
tasted salty from her tears. On her knees in front of him,
he debated. Should he or shouldn't he?
Bron came up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her fingers wound into his hair. She yanked a chunk, his head
snapped back and then forward. He glared at her for her transgression.
'Oh this is a definite 'should', now,' his brain clanged.
Kevin's hand shot out and he brought her face directly to
his by wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, damn
he loved her neck. He stopped and stared into the wet face
and the shiny chocolate eyes. Her lashes still damp with tears,
one still clung to the corner. He let out a grunt that caused
her to back up unsuccessfully. He yanked her towards him.
His free arm wrapped around her waist so she smashed up against
him. He maneuvered her to her knees again since she had sat
back trying to escape his hold on her. His hips pressed into
her stomach. He held her still as his lips moved towards hers,
with the intent to capture, satisfy, and quell her fears.
His kiss was feverish and she returned it with a ferocity
he wasn't expecting.
His hand left her neck and moved to the shoulder of her robe.
He pushed the heavy terrycloth aside. He dropped his head
and kissed the nook of her neck. As he slowly pushed the robe
off her shoulder, he followed the trail of his hand with his
lips, kissing each patch of skin he exposed to his eyes. She
smelled like cinnamon and sandalwood. It was definitely different
for her; it wasn't her usual clean soap smell, but damn good
for his senses.
Bron shoved at his chest. He stopped only long enough to
toss his dress shirt aside, which she has pulled out of his
pants. He pushed her to the floor and placed his body over
hers. The buckle on his pants digging into his sex as it pressed
into her.
"Stop," Bron heaved at him.
"Oh no, you started it." He loosened the other
side of her robe and his fingers played in the hollow of her
neck followed by his tongue. Her robe rested on her forearms
as he tugged at the cloth. Her breasts exposed but barely
viewable expect from the light from the fireplace. "God,
you're beautiful," he whispered as he placed his lips
to the tender flesh.
Kevin bit his bottom lip as he stared at her. Bron was scared
and needy. The needy part he didn't mind, the scared part
he did. Slowly he undressed her. With gentle hands and persuasive
lips, he uncovered each patch of skin and kissed each part
he exposed. He had kept his vow from the night before when
the house was full.
They lay wrapped around each other as the firelight threw
shadows on the wall. Both of them sated and tired from the
act. Kevin brushed a lock of hair aside only to find that
Bron had actually fallen asleep. He should wake her and both
of them should go up to bed. His eyes closed as his fingers
splayed across her naked belly. "Here is fine,"
he muttered to himself. Kevin yawned and his thoughts began
to spin, "Stevie you'd better be far away because if
I get my hands on you, you little mother, I'm gonna kill you."
Almost slumbering, he heard the telephone ring. He would
listen but not get up to answer it unless it was an emergency.
The voice he knew and it punched him in the gut as he listened.
"Nice freak show Pop Star. To think she hands all control
over you, makes me want to puke. She'll be back to normal
strong self when she's back with me." Kevin heard the
dial tone and slowly rolled away from Bron.
Making the short trip the phone, he grabbed his cell on the
way. He hit speed dial on his cell until a half-asleep Webster
answer. Kevin hit the recording on the phone and placed his
cell phone close enough to avoid feedback. After the recording
played, he hit the erase button.
He placed his cell to his ear. "Find that mother before
I do." Kevin hung up and went back to the living room.
He crawled back to Bron's side. When he moved closer, she
curled around him and let out a sigh. He stared at the hand
swirled plaster ceiling above him wondering how and when this
shit was going to end. Then he prayed he would get the first
crack at Stephen.
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