Royal Rampage and Revenge

Tara or Akilah?

Chapter 2- Moving on...

"Ah! Yes Nicholas! Faster baby! S**t, I'm coming!"
A few moments later, after the molten embers had ebbed, Nicholas looked in awe at the woman who had eagerly welcomed him in his arms. For the first time in months, he felt free and relaxed as all the tenseness had left him. With Akilah he felt like a new man experiencing romance and passion for the first time. It was still incredulous that she had taken him back after the three months he had deserted her when he went back to Tara.

This time, he knew without a doubt that his relationship with his wife was in the past. After informing his parents, who were disappointed, but supportive, he had spoken to his lawyer who had already presented the request in courts. He anticipated that within a year, everything would be final. The only glitch he had was Tara's stubborn streak which kept her in his home; the house that he alone had invested in and was still paying for. There was no way she was getting it. That was something he would have to discuss with his lawyer, Nicholas thought to himself as his attention wandered back to the sexy, eye candy, who was curled against him. Everything about her seemed perfect - her short, curly waves, the allure of her full eyes and luscious lips, her flat tummy and long tapered, creamy legs- had him hard again.

Later, after Akilah left for her job as a supervisor at 'Golden Sand Development' Nicholas marveled at his good fortune of having found love again. He still coukd not believe that Akilah had accepted him back in her life when he had shown up at her door three weeks ago. At first, she had been angry and had slammed the door in his face. It had taken some pleading and cajoling for her to let him in her apartment. After he had given her some details of the situation with Tara and then begged her forgiveness, she slowly became more receptive and eventually relented. However, she had been insistent that he spend every night with her if he was really serious. She too cried as she explained how hurt and discarded she'd felt when he had gone back to his wife.

Pouncing on his opportunity, Nicholas quickly pleaded his love and devotion to her. All he needed was her patience as he had already filed for divorce. To show her how serious he was, he had shown her the draft divorce proposal from his lawyer. Akilah had been so overwhelmed when she saw it, that she had jumped on him laughing and crying at the same time.

The sound of his cell phone awakened Nicholas from his reverie. With a broad smile on his face, he quickly answered it when he realized from the ring tone that it was Akilah.
"Hi honey, miss me already?"
"Yes my darling. But guess what? I just received some great news." Her voice chirped with excitement."

"Hmmm...you've just been given the rest of the day off and you're on your way home? Nicholas said in a teasing voice.

"Oh how I wish that was true. This morning was so wonderful Nicholas. But, you're not going to believe what happened in the meeting today. The CEO himself came and announced that there was going to be a change in managers. Everyone was quiet as he spoke because we had all anticipated that news. But we had no clue who the new manager would be. Darling, can you imagine my utter surprise when I heard him say, 'Akilah Wattley'. I was stunned to silence until he called my name again.

"Wow!" Congratulations sweetheart. I'm so happy for you; you deserve it baby. That department would never survive without you."
"Thanks love. I've got to go now. I just wanted you to be the first to know . Love you."
"I love you too, baby."

That evening, Nicholas decided to surprise Akilah and take her out to Rock Lobster. However, because he not called ahead to book a reservation, there was no available table. He was quite disappointed as he knew their lobster bisque was one of the few seafood delicacies that Akilah really enjoyed.

Chapter 1...Conclusion

Tara then began to hurl everything from the counter top as she screamed at Nicholas.
"That's not going to happen!" I want to stay married. How can you do this to me, to us Nicko?" She shouted in anger and pain, as tears cascaded her face.

"How can I do this to you? It's not like you really love me; you're more in love with image; concern with what people will think. Well, I bloody well don't. I've played by society's rules for too long and by God I'm totally fed up!" Nicholas roared, as he left the kitchen and began climbing the stairs.

Tara ran behind and grabbed him by his elbow. "Do you know what a divorce could do to my career at the firm? All these years, I've slaved, worked donkey hours to develop a sound reputation...Do you think they'll have confidence in me to make me a partner? Why can't you think about me for once and how you would destroy my dreams? Just two more years, Nicko." Tara sobbed.

"You make me sick! Is that all you care about? Your career? No wonder everything we've built is just slipping away. I don't even recognize you any more. You're a stranger." Nicholas said with a tinge of sadness in his voice

"I'm still and will always be the woman you married."
"No! This conversation is over! Tomorrow, I'm going to start the proceedings so start getting used to it."
Nick responded as he continued taking the stairs to master bedroom. He hurriedly packed most of his clothes and moved them to the guestroom adjoining the kitchen.

By that time, Tara had retreated to the sofa, where she sat curled up in the fetal position.
'I' m not going to give him the satisfaction of giving in. I know he would like me to move out but I'm going to stay right here. I know he will not go through with any divorce. After all, this is the third time he has threatened me with it just to get his way but I always win.' Tara mumbled to herself with a Cheshire cat smile.

End of Chapter 1.

Chapter 1
Later that afternoon, Tara too began to reflect on what had happened. There was no way she was going to ruin her career simply to get pregnant which would also change her gorgeous body which she had recently gotten all toned and firmed. Those days of being the fat girl were all behind her.
'Why can't Nicko see things my way? We've so much ahead of us and a child will only complicate our lives at this time.'
Tara muttered as she climbed from the treadmill and picked up two dumbbells to begin her vigorous biceps workout. Thoughts of Nicholas soon vanished from her mind as she focused on her routine until forty-five minutes later when she was finished. It was only then she began to think how she could get Nicko to change his mind. As she left the gym, she decided to surprise him and plan a romantic evening for them.

When she got home, she was surprised to see his jalopy of a car already parked on the curb. Had something happened? He was never before seven and it was only five. When she got inside, she found him already in casual clothes - a pair of ripped jeans and a blue polar shirt which matched the pale grey of his piercing eyes. She warily approached him at the tiny kitchen bar, where he sat drinking a Mackeson straight from the bottle.

"Is something wrong Nicko? You're home rather early."
She questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing is wrong. I've been home since morning. I came home as I just did not feel like working. That is something we need to discuss."

"Let's go out and have a romantic, candle light dinner and talk. I'll call Serendipity and make a reserva..."
"No!" He growled. This has to be done at home and now! You know exactly what I need to talk to you about. I want a divorce." Nicholas stated bluntly.
"No." Tara moaned. I don't want a divorce Nicko, we made vows to stay together and I have no intention of reneging on them."
"Why do you insist on being stubborn? Can you honestly say we have a true relationship that will last? Do you even still love me?"
"I know why you really want a divorce, Nicko. Think I haven't heard the rumors about you and that bitch? All those late nights you left home and crawled into the bed early mornings on the pretext of coming from jogging, do you think I was unaware?"

I've never lied about that to you and we were separated then. So don't make it sound as if I was just cheating around on you like that. Remember even then, I had asked you for a divorce and the only reason I came back to you was because you professed Christianity and convinced me that we were going to start a family. But those were all lies! I regret not ending this farce of a marriage sooner.

Chapter 1
His reflection took him back to the night at 'DENNY's' when they had shared their dreams for the future and realized that they had so much in common. Like him, Tara had expressed the desire to have children, although she had said no more than three, when he would have preferred at least five. They had even joked around with names for boys and girls. A year later when they got married, he had supported her ambition to earn her degree in Corporate Law. For the three years she had been back and forth, he had remained faithful though he had been tempted many times. But, he had kept himself immersed in work and sports. They had maintained their love by skyping every night and on several occasions he had surprised her with unplanned trips.
After she had earned her degree, he had granted her wish to wait at least two years before starting a family. But seven years had passed since them and she kept finding excuses not to have a baby. The constant, recent thought once again crossed his mind that perhaps she dodn't ever intend to have one. That realization cause a deep ache in his heart.
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By the time Nicholas parked his car in the company's parking lot, he did not feel like going to work but where would he go and what would he do. Just at that moment, his best friend, Joey pulled into the empty parking space next to him. Unlike him, Joey drove a black bmw with balls of fire in each side and chrome rims. Joey took one look at Nicholas and invited him to come with him. Joey then drove over to Frigate Bay to 'The Lounge'. Neither of them uttered a word on the fifteen minute drive. It was only after they had drunk a glass of Hennessey, that Nicholas began to talk. He recounted everything that had taken place that morning while Joey simply listened.

"What should I do, Joey? I don't think I can continue in this marriage. God knows I've tried "

"As much as I know this is bothering you, this is something you're going to have to decide on your own. Have you reminded Tara about how much you want children and your fears that soon it would be too late for you?"

"Countless times, bro. She knows that my s***m count has decreased drastically over the past five years. Dammit! She knows that I would prefer for children to grow while we are still young and in a few months, I'm going to be forty-two. I wanted my first child by at least thirty-five but I knew she was still in college at that time, so I waited. Is it unfair now for me to get something that I want? Am I bring a selfish bastard? Please be honest with me Joey."

"Bro, to be truthful, I don't see Tara having a baby if what you've said is true. You're going to have to choose whether or not you want to stay with her or try and start over with someone else."

"I've thought about that. You know during the six months we were separated, I was seeing someone else who made me feel in love. I still dream about her and miss her. But I wanted to do the right thing by Tara when she finally told me that she was ready to have our baby and she wanted the marriage to work. I broke it off with the other woman and went back to Tara. But nothing has changed. It has even gotten worse. I keep wondering why she lied to me about not using contraceptives any more. Didn't she think I wouldn't find out? I've made up my mind to go through with the divorce. When I go back home I'm going to tell her it's over.

"Just be certain before you say anything you'll regret."

"I am. It's just so hard. I don't believe in divorce. When I look at my parents, they've been through some rough times but they've made it and been together for over forty years. I've always wanted the same. Wishful thinking, huh?"

Chapter 1 - Continued

That conniving liar, had once again betrayed him. Nicholas did not know whether to cry or to laugh at the irony of the situation. Here he had been upset with himself for not being able to or**sm inside her while she was still using contraceptives although she had convinced him that she had asked the doctor to remove the IUD since three months ago. He felt like confronting her but he wondered if it would really change anything. She probably would concoct one of her usual lies. He was saved from making that decision when he heard the turning of the k**b.

"Nicko, what's taking you so long? It's almost time to get ready for work." Tara said as she opened the door and peered into the bathroom. Her face fell ashen and a loud gasp escaped her lips when she saw what was in Nicholas' hand.

"It's not what you think, Nicko." She whispered yet her eyes pooled with tears as they begged forgiveness.

"Explain to me then." Nicholas responded in a calm voice that he could not believe was his. "Go right ahead Tara, I'm listening."

"Please, let's sit down and talk about it. Let's not stay in the bathroom though." She said as she reached out her hand to touch him. Nicholas shrugged her hand away and walked into the living room where he sat down on the recliner to avoid direct physical contact with her. Neither could he bear to be close to her at that time, how angry he was. To his surprise, Tara sat on on the carpeted floor, right at his feet.

Nicko, just listen and understand me and what I want. We have only been married for five years and I'm just thirty-five. I'm not ready for children as yet. There are so many things I want to do first. You know I've been dreaming of becoming a partner at Kelsick & Perkins. Baby, that dream is about to become reality in about three years time. Having a baby will just keep me back. How would I be able to manage cases and clients during pregnancy and then with a baby in tow? I know you understand as you're already the chairman of the most successful retail business in the city. Don't I always support you when you work those long, enduring hours?
" Don't interrupt me Nicko; let me finish what I have to say." Tara vehemently stated when she realized that he was about to interject. He slumped down in the chair and kept silent as Tara began speaking again.

"When last have we been on a vacation? We don't spend enough time together, so how will we find time to raise a child? Plus, look at our joint savings account. We barely have twenty thousand dollars in it. We need to have at least ten more thousand dollars saved before we can even dream of having a child. I sure don't want any child of mine to suffer financially. Plus, these doctors here on the island are not skilled enough to handle complications. Look at the hospital - It's run down and poorly equipped to deal with all crises. What would we do if something goes wrong? I'm not willing to take that kind of risk., Nicko. Also, what about you? Are you really prepared to make the necessary sacrifices - you are involved in so many activities outside of work. What will you do with your sports - football, cricket and basketball? Are you going to give them up? Will you stay home and look after the baby or am I going to have to be mother and father? More importantly, is it that you so want children or you're jealous of your brother, Charles who always flaunts his eight bastard children in your face? You're not your brother! You don't have to compete with him like when you guys were younger! Think about what we want and what's best for us." Tara finally lowered her voice.

"Is that all Tara?"
She slowly nodded in response to Nicholas' question.
Nicholas got up and left the room without saying anything else, though Tara screamed at him to say something . He quickly dressed, grabbed his briefcase and slammed the door as He left the house filled with frustration. He jumped in his old, battered blue Chevrolet which he had acquired thirteen years ago after completing his BA in Human Resource Management. Although he could afford a new vehicle, he just couldn't bear to part with it. Even though it had broken down and left him stranded so many times that he had thought about leaving it in the garage. But every time he collected it from his mechanic, he would change his mind. It was the one thing he cherished and it was also the first major asset he had been able to purchase on his own.

As he drove down the street, he began going over the morning events. First, he deeply regretted having made love to Tara when he was not even sure he was still in love with her. Then he thought about the different reasons she had given for not wanting a baby at that time. He pounded the steering wheel in frustration as he waited for the traffic light to turn green.

Intertwined
Chapter 1 - Part A
Silence greeted his ears as Nicholas slid from under the silk covers, eased on his slippers and padded through the open balcony doors. The cool breeze of dawn gently whipped against his naked torso as he looked out at the horizon. Far in the distance, he observed some dark, threatening clouds which seemed hell bent on releasing rain. The sea which was just about a half mile away, seemed angry too as the waves were crashing against the shore and making a horrific roar. A few seconds later, lightning zipped across the sky and the drums of thunder rolled horrendously.

Like the impending storm which was unfurling, so were the emotions and thoughts of Nicholas who felt as if he and the storm were one. His thoughts reflected on the past five years which had brought so many changes in his life. He sadly wondered how things could have altered so drastically . What did he do wrong? What could he have done to make things different and better? Had he done enough?

He was awakened from these thoughts by a soft touch on his right shoulder. He turned in resignation to meet the slanted, doe-shaped eyes of his soon to be ex-wife. Her hair was slightly damp and ruffled from the rain and perhaps from sleep. Her lips were pouted in a seductive slant that had first attracted him. But now, he just looked at them with distaste. How could she have changed so much in five years? Had he ever really known her?

Tara, not aware of his thoughts as his face was devoid of emotion, urged him to come back to bed.

"Come on Nicko, are you crazy to be out in this storm." Tara questioned, using his pet name. "Come back to bed honey and let's enjoy the weather."

"You go leave me." He said with as much calm as he could muster, not wanting to hurt her.

"Damn you Nicko! Why does it have to be this way? I love you. Why isn't that enough? I've loved no other nor wanted anyone else since I met you. Can't our love be enough to satisfy you?"

"Love isn't always enough, Tara..." He yawned as fatigue hit him. "You know from the very beginning that I wanted more and you agreed; you expressed the same dreams. So tell me why you keep evading the issue? How is it you always have some excuse each time I bring up the subject?" He questioned in a voice filled with hurt.

"I'm just not ready yet." Tara whimpered in a tear filled voice, "Can't you just wait a few more years? We have so much to accomplish still."

"We have so much to accomplish? Or do you mean you? Tell me exactly what we need to achieve?" He snarled as He folded his arms across his bronze chest.

"Oh Nicko, why can't you understand me? I've told you before exactly what we need and I know deep inside you agree with me. But you are just being stubborn and influenced by your arrogant, bastard brother."

"You really don't know me or understand me, do you?" Let me remind you of one thing I told you from the very first time we met. Do you remember our first date over at 'Denny's Nightclub'? When I told you about all my dreams and desires? You shared yours with me too and have I ever discouraged you or prevented you from going after them? Have I ever Tara?"

"No," she choked, "but I still want more. Please be patient with me honey. I just don't want to lose you. I love you so much; let's forget this conversation ever occurred and go to bed."

She began massaging his tense shoulders and then pressed soft kisses along the sensitive curve of his back; while her fingers reached around to caress his cold, flat ni***es which soon responded to her touch and became warm and rigid. Nicholas began to get aroused, although he was still upset and thought about pushing her away. But his resolve weakened when his temptress of a wife stood in front of him with her luscious body just begging him to take her. She was clad in a sheer, red, baby doll negligee that he felt like just ripping away from her body.

Tara, recognizing the smoky glint of arousal in his eyes began seducing him even more when she swirled her tongue over his right ni**le and began sucking it the way she knew he loved.

Nicholas filled with arousal, grabbed her and began kissing her passionately, while Tara melted into his arms and the delicious shivers, that tingled throughout her body as Nicko's lips ravenously sucked on her tongue. Soon they were indoors and on the bed as Nicholas ripped Tara's lingerie from her body and quickly took off his pant. Tara' s eyes grew hazy as she admired the thick, nine inch sword of her husband, which she hadn't felt in a while. Nicholas gently rubbed his hands along the petals of her flower to make sure she was ready for him. Soon his entire length was shielded in her warm, wet and welcoming body. In a very short time, they were both reaching that place of no return and a deep yearning to just pour his being into her resonated in his mind. But at the very last moment, Nicholas found himself withdrawing to spill his seed in his hand. That old habit seemed as if it would never leave him.

Damn it! Didn't he want more? Why is it he was unable to ej*****te in her? Everything always had to be her way and his body kept obeying her demands.

'Damn! Damn!' He swore to himself, as he waited for Tara to emerge from the bathroom. While he waited he grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around his waist. Something about the way Tara averted her eyes from him when she walked back into the bedroom niggled away at him. Something definitely was up. But he just brushed that thought aside, as he stepped under the cold sprays of the shower, which cooled him down a bit. However, scarcely had He stepped out when a shiny object in the waste basket, drew his attention. He instantly, threw everything from the small, nearly empty bin, on the floor. Peeking from a piece of tissue was a wire he thought he would have never seen again. Then he rummaged in the adjoining linen closet until tucked away under some old blankets, he found the small white box that just confirmed his suspicions.

Chapter 3 - Finale
Fifteen minutes later, I completed editing their disgusting movie and uploaded it to the same site they had previously published videos with their victims. I then used filters and uploaded it to their Facebook and Instagram accounts.

I went back to the bathroom, packed up my stuff and wiped every surface I had touched. Though I was wearing gloves, I wanted to be extra cautious. When I showed them their movie, they were aghast and began to plead for mercy. I gave them a pitying look and placed the gun just within their reach while my personal gun was still trained on them.

“There are two bullets in that gun. Of course I didn't tell them that the gun, which I had gotten free from a drug dealer, had three bodies on it already. You can decide to end your lives or you can go to jail. Don't even think about escaping; it's impossible! The police will be here in exactly two minutes and thirty seconds.

Choose!”

I left the room and within thirty seconds I emerged from the building and blended into the throng of people that were milling around the ever-busy Central Park Avenue. In the distance, I heard the screams of the sirens as they raced to capture their prey.

After I got settled on my flight to go back home, I powered on my Ipad and checked WNYW Fox 5 online television station. A blond female reporter, standing in front of a brownestone apartment complex was giving a live report of the murder and attempted su***de of two males who appeared to be homosexuals.

‘Murder and attempted su***de?'

I wonder which of the two had pulled the trigger. But it didn’t matter. They were two cowards who had been afraid of facing up to their crimes and life in prison. Three hours later, I was in my two bedroom condo working out on my Bowflex machine and flipping through news stations. I finally settled on CNN, which seemed to have the most comprehensive news report.
The Police Chief was giving a press conference and he stated that from preliminary investigations Stephen had shot Alden across his face and then turned the gun on himself. He died instantly, but Alden had survived. He was in a comatose stage; his tongue had been shattered and he would never be able to speak nor walk again if he ever woke up. The DA for Bronx gave an interview that there were numerous charges that he would face once he woke up and he would be under police security around the clock.

No, I wasn’t going to be caught, though the police suspected someone else was involved. However, I honestly don't think they were too concerned about that aspect of the case. Plus, the apartment the men had been found in was rented in their names. I had changed my appearance so many times, that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description.

I followed the case for the next three months until Alden was taken off life support. The only reason he had even stayed on so long was because other victims who had come forward, started a gofundme page to pay for it. They too had wanted to see him suffer and pay for his crimes.

Life was back to normal for me until I got my vacation 4 months later and travelled to St. Marten. It was time to go back to school.

Chapter 3 - Part 3

Right on time, they woke up...and looked at each other in shock and then tried to scream. But of course they couldn't. Their words were barely audible and garbled. I then commanded them to kiss each other and it was a joy to see their eyes widen in surprise as they both shook their heads.

"Why not? Aren't you a happily married couple?"

"Wh-who a-are you?" Alden's words were punctuated by his deep gasps for breath as the drugs still had not worn off completely.

"I think you deserve to know before you die, but first, each of you are going to sign these notes, the same way you sign your IDs."

"Wh-what are...?"Alden stuttered.

"Just sign them.” I calmly said as I raised my gun to his head."

This time, he clumsily tried to hold the pen but it fell from his grasp. I uncuffed his left hand and once again shoved the pen in his hand. After he was finished, I did the same to Stephen.
It was only then, I told them what they had just attached their signatures to.
One was a confession letter outlining what they had both done when they were younger and living on the island of Saint Kitts and how they had molested all the foster girls who had been in their care, since they got to the US.

Alden's was a murder and su***de letter. The sixty thousand dollars that was in their savings from the amateur movies they had sold, would be sent back to the island to pay for psychiatric treatment for Tanisha, my crazy cousin, and to Laughton, the son he had never even seen. They had also agreed that if ever a novel or movie was produced based on their acts, their share should be distributed equally among all their victims.

"Who the f…are you?” Stephen squealed and tried to push Alden off him. No sooner had he moved than they both howled in agony.
I could not stop laughing as I listened their cries when they realized they were stuck - Alden was stuck to the toilet and Stephen was stuck on Alden’s p***s – those tubes of krazy glue and super glue sure had done their job. What brought me even more pleasure was their feeble attempts to escape what I can only imagine as excruciating pain of having objects stuck in their virgin butts.
“Now you see how those little girls whom you defiled felt.” I shouted at them. "The same way you had the girls pose for your amateur p**n videos, is the same way you’re going to pose for your own ‘Gay Freaks Movie’. And don’t forget to look at the monitor with the script that you’re going to say. If you want to get back your lives, you’re going to have to do just as I say.” I snarled at them.

To ensure they would comply, I showed them some of the photos I had taken of them with their foster daughters.
The shock and fear that emanated from them only made me more resolute. So their crocodile tears had no wavering effect on me whatsoever. They had not cared one rats ass about me nor my cousin nor all those little girls.

I then exited the room and turned on the two cameras I had strategically placed in the room. Though it pained me to listen to their confessions, I did, as I needed to document and save them. I cried silently when they recounted how they had molested me and my sisters.

As I pulled on my purple leather gloves, I took one look at myself in the mirror and smiled at the heroic figure that smiled back at me. I went to their room and tugged off their clothes until they were naked. I then oiled down the baseball bat I had taken from their apartment and rammed it into Alden’s butt. After turning him on his stomach I dragged him to the bathroom. S**t, Alden’s fat ass was like a pig. The fat slob of his middle-aged, pudgy body disgusted me. The deep rolls of his flabby, sagging belly and his five-inch, vi**ra induced turgid p***s were enough to make me choke. It took all my strength to hoist him onto the toilet. I couldn’t wait for him to wake up and feel the pain that he wouldn’t be able to escape. Then it was Stephen’s turn. Thank God he was a scrawny cat who gave me no trouble as I plunked him onto Alden. After placing their hands around each other, I handcuffed them to make sure they would be unable to move. Then I got to the fun part - I got out the cheap Maybelline make up set and began their transformation. Since they claimed they were homosexuals, then they would complete the look. As I worked, I hummed, the childhood chant “Ring a ring a rosie, a pocket full a posie…”. After I painted their lips with bright red lipstick, I adjusted their cheap synthetic purple wigs. I must say I was quite pleased with my work – they looked like two circus freaks. I couldn’t wait to see the expressions on their faces when the drug that I had placed in their coffee wore off.