Chapter 50

Dean

The minute she left, we got them out of the cabin. If she thought we buried them in the crate, that was all she needed to know. When we stepped outside, Mac came up to us.

“Boss, Jason and the boys are finished. We need to get there before sunrise.”
“Okay, load them up and make sure they’re stripped of everything; can’t have them finding a way to escape,” I said. He nodded, and they got them off the porch and into the car. I looked at Aleck.

“Mom and Dad will kill us if they ever find out,” he said, smirking.
“Idiot,” I said, hitting him.

We got into the car and drove over the short distance. I checked the time, and it was close to five. When we got there, we didn’t waste any time. Aleck and I knew the only place to bury a body that could and would never be found was in the cemetery. The minute we got them, and I heard he was going to kidnap her, I had Mac send some of his guys out to search the obituaries for funerals planned for the next day. They found four, so I had Mac instruct them to dig another six feet down in the already prepared hole.

It’s not like anyone would go digging up an already prepared hole for a burial. We got them out of the cars and into their coffins. I looked at them both; did I feel sorry? Fuck no. We watched as they tied their hands, feet, and mouths.

“Oh wait, didn’t Brian say he needed their hands?” Aleck said.

Mac smirked. Mac was more than happy to chop off their fucking hands. Guess when they wake up, they’ll understand what happened. We watched as they closed the coffins with screws as they were about to lower them into two separate holes.

“Bury them upside down,” Aleck said, and I swore I saw Diego and the others smile. The gravedigger was kind enough to leave the compact excavator he had used earlier in the day, so the boys used that to cover the hole they had dug. We were finished before the sun rose. We made sure not to leave any traces of ourselves. Mac, Diego, Aleck, and I stayed a good distance and waited. Around twelve, the first funeral procession came. We sat and watched as the priest, or whoever, did his thing, and then they lowered the coffin into the hole.

One by one, the family members drifted away. About an hour later, the second funeral procession came in. We stayed there all day. When five o’clock came, we saw the gravedigger. He started up the machine and began covering the holes. When he was finished, we left. It was done.

“We’ll bury the crate at the house in the backyard,” I said, looking at Mac.
“Fill it with anything. But first, let’s get some rest,” Aleck said, leaning back.

Aleck

When we walked into the apartment, it was almost nine in the evening. I felt a sense of relief; it was over, done. They would never get a chance to hurt her or anyone else. When we turned the corner, she was sitting there alone. She stood up and came over to us.

“Is everything okay?” she asked hesitantly.
“Everything is fine. Where are Mallory and Andrew?” I asked.

“Mal’s mom had an accident; I told them I was okay to go. Umm, Rea showed up, but I didn’t let her in. Why don’t you two go take a shower? I’ll reheat dinner for you,” she said, walking to the kitchen. I looked at Dean and found him looking at me.

“She’s unsure,” he said quietly, and I just nodded. After a shower, we were having dinner, and she was quiet, too quiet. I put my fork down and looked at her.
“Are you going to tell us, or will we have to find out the hard way?” I asked. She stopped eating and looked at me, then at Dean.

“Tell you what?” she asked. Dean stopped eating and looked at her. “We’re not playing this game, Layla. What is it? You’re quiet, you won’t speak unless you must, and you won’t look at us. So, what is it?” He asked her.
“You’re imagining things,” she said, standing up and walking to the sink.

“Layla,”

She threw the plate down. “Fine, if you want to know so badly, I’m unsure. Happy now? I’m unsure because I don’t fucking understand why you still want to be with me after that fucker raped me,” she said, walking away. I just shook my head.

“Go deal with her,” I said, looking at Dean.

“Yeah, no. You go handle it. She likes to hit when she’s like that,” he said as he continued eating. I shook my head and stood up. I found her in her room. I locked the door behind me. I knew when she heard it because she grabbed a book and threw it at me.

“Cut that shit out,” I said, making my way over to the bed.
“Leave me alone,” she said, turning away. I grabbed her feet and pulled her down to the foot of the bed. She tried hitting me, but I grabbed her hands.

“Listen and listen carefully, baby girl. There is no ‘still.’ We never stopped wanting you. The minute you left, we were miserable. We stayed locked away in the apartment. We didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, and didn’t even want to work. Every time that fucking idiot raped you, he sent a video. And all we wanted to do in that second was fucking murder him.” I said, looking at her.

“Yes, he raped you, and that’s going to bother you for a very long time, but that doesn’t change who you are to us. The minute we buried those two fuckers, I didn’t even think about it anymore. All I thought about was coming back home to you. Nothing changes for us; you’re still the same Layla that we fell in love with.” I said, looking at her, and she started crying.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s okay, baby girl. I got you. We got you, and from now on, no one is ever hurting you again. That’s a promise. Now stop crying,” I said, letting go of her hands and wiping her tears away. She sat up and sat down. When she grabbed my jeans, I knew what she was after.

“Baby girl, are you sure?” I asked her. She didn’t answer; she undid my jeans and released me. When I felt her wet, warm tongue sliding down the top side of my dick, I couldn’t help but groan.

“Come here,” I said, pulling away from her. I grabbed her, taking her clothes off. When she was naked, I threw myself onto the bed and pulled her to me, pulling her pussy down onto my mouth. I heard the groan she let out as she swallowed me.

I reached up with both hands, palmed each cheek of her beautiful ass, and pulled her hips close enough for me to lick her sweet pussy. She was already wet and tasted so delicious.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, not letting go of my dick.

I worked my tongue in between the folds of her pussy and found her clit, gave it a few flicks, worked my way back to her pussy entrance, and gave it a few licks. She started rocking back and forth to my rhythms, pushing her pussy down a little further. Her juices got hotter, wetter, and tastier. Without warning, she let go of my cock and sat straight up, pouring even more of her sweet pussy juices into my mouth.

“Fuck Aleck,” she moaned as she rode my face. I grabbed her hips, holding her in place as she went back to sucking my cock. She started moaning louder around me. Her body shook, and I knew she was close. I pinched her hips, and she sat up. I pulled her around as she straddled herself over me and slid herself all the way down onto my cock, taking every bit of me.

“Oh god.”
Shit, when she’s like this, she usually needs both of us. She started rocking her hips fast, then slow. I smacked her ass, and her body trembled.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” she moaned as she moved her hips faster. This was for her; this was what she needed.
“Take what you want, baby girl,” I said, pulling her already erect nipples as her body shook with her orgasm.

“Oh god, so good,” she moaned as she fisted her hair, and the aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her body.