The exterminators episode 5

~THE EXTERMINATORS~

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CHAPTER 5

NOT FOR PERSON UNDER THE AGE OF 18 🔞🔞🔞

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“Jared, I’m sorry. I have to go.”

He asked, “When can I see you again.

I said, “I don’t know, I’ll call you. Bye Jared.”

I got in the car with Johnny and started back to the house. I know Johnny could smell the s*x on me. I was full of Jared’s c-m and I felt it leaking into my p-nties and covering my labia. I ran into the house into my bathroom and cleaned myself the best I could. Between David and Jared, my pu_ssy was a mess., puffy and engorged.

I looked down and saw David’s boxers in the floor from that first night together. I remembered how sensuous and loving our love making was, not like this evening where, me a filthy rich social butterfly got f-cked in the back seat of a f-cking car. ”

“Again, what’s the the matter with me?”

I went to David’s room and found his things were gone. I saw a note on the nightstand. I picked it up and immediately broke down as I started reading.

“My Dearest Susan,

“I have been reassigned. I let my emotions and feelings get the best of me and never should have let that interfere with my job. I knew all along that you were way out of my league. I actually fell in love with you. I thought you loved me until tonight. Jared must have been pretty special to for you to f**k him bare. You said I was the first to leave sp**m in,side you, I guess that’s probably not accurate. I looked into Jared and your history and learned you were supposed to have married him. Of course two rich society families joining hands.”

I have moved on to another job far away. I’m very good at not being found so please don’t try to contact me. Greg, Johnny and Jack will continue to provide your security and keep you safe.”

“I really did fall In love with you.”

“Always, David.”

I cried and cried. I said to myself, “David, It was nothing. I had some drinks. I didn’t go there to have s*x with Jared. It just happened.”

Then I thought do you know how stupid you sound. Your supposed to be really smart but your not. Yeah you went there to have s*x. Sh~it, Woman he came in you twice and you didn’t say a word. You came like a banshee and you didn’t say a word. Don’t say it was nothing.

I called Johnny. “Johnny, where’s David?”

He said, “He’s out of the country, Ms, Graves. He’s not coming back. He has another assignment.”

Johnny told me David’s story, “Ms. Graves, you broke his heart. Shame on you. There’s not a better man than the Colonel. Ms. Graves, Colonel Stanton is a true hero, Silver Star, Bronze Star, DSC and yes he’s a Medal of Honor recipient. That man saved a lot of asses in the Sandbox. He has the scars to back it up. He did a lot of things that would earn medals for most soldiers but since we worked independently, we weren’t eligible for most of them.”

“After he saw you with your “date” yesterday, he knew you weren’t serious about him, just another notch for your bed post. He decided it was better for him to move on and let you have the life you obviously want. He loved you enough to let you go so you could be happy. Just leave him be, he will get over you eventually.”

The tears flowed non stop for two days. I couldn’t even go to work.

Then, when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I threw up one morning four weeks later. I then realized, I had missed two periods.

“Oh F**k, I’m pregnant. It has to be David’s or does it? Could it be Jared’s? I don’t know, I f-cked both of them within a few days of each other.”

I went to my OB/GYN and confirmed I was indeed about eight weeks along. I’m going to be a mother…unbelievable.

As my pregnancy progressed, Johnny and the team as well as my staff saw my baby bump and eventually my baby engorged belly. I got congratulations all around but no one addressed the elephant in the room. “Whose the daddy?” My parents were pissed but I just told them I didn’t know. They were aware of my lifestyle, tolerated it and now they were going to be grandparents.

My mom asked, ” Do you at least love him.”

I said, “Yes, Mom, I do, but stupidly couldn’t hang onto him.”

They got a smile on their faces when they thought it might be Jared’s baby.

Strangely, the threats from Rothschild had stopped and I was breathing easier. I had not heard a word from David and nobody would tell me anything except that he was ok and moving on with his life.

Nine months later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. There was no doubt. He was David’s son. Definitely a Stanton. The same blondish hair and pale blue eyes. I tried to get Greg and Johnny to contact him but said they had tried with no luck. They had quit the firm and worked for me as heads of my company security team now. I loved them like brothers.

Almost three years have passed.and my two and a half year old son has the best mother I can be. I wish his dad was here. David Stanton, Jr, father and Susan Denise Graves, mother. Thats what the birth certificate says. He stays with a nanny while I’m at work. I’m now what is considered a 37 year old MILF. I have no boyfriends. No man has been in,side me in three years, since my mistake with Jared. There’s only one man for me. I know that now. I wish I had been mature enough to realize it when it mattered.

I drove into work one morning and stopped at a red light. A car pulled up next to me. The passenger jumped out, opened my car door and pulled me out. I broke free and tried to run in my heels. I heard a bang and I collapsed with a searing burning pain in my lower right leg. I fell, looked at my leg and saw I was bleeding profusely from a h0le in my lower leg. The impact had knocked my shoe off. The guy had shot me.

“Jesus, I’ve been shot.” I tried to get up but fell again.

I did manage to get up and hop away but fell again. The big guy caught up to me and stomped hærd on my left ankle. I scre-med in pain as I heard and felt the bones snap in my ankle and foot. I gave up.

He said, “Now, you won’t be running anywhere for awhile.”

They picked me up and threw me in the back seat of their car and blindfolded me. I was in such pain that I didn’t care what they did to me now. I’ve got a bullet in my right leg and a broken left ankle. I’m not going anywhere for a awhile. I begged them to give me something to stop the bleeding from my leg. I did my best to apply pressure to the wound.

I heard one of them say, “The boss wants the bitch alive.”

They drove me to an unknown location and drove in,side a building.

I scre-med in pain when they dragged me out of the car by my broken foot. They threw me on the bed in a small room, took the blindfold off and closed the door. I was in severe pain, near passing out. I looked at my left ankle. It was severely swollen with an obvious deformity and turning blue. No doubt it was badly broken. My right leg was still oozing blood but it didn’t look like I was going to bleed to death. No exit wound. The bullet was still in me. I begged them to give me something for pain. No response.

One of them later came in with a syringe and jabbed it in my arm. He said it was Dilaudid and would help. It did and I dozed off.

Someone had seen the abduction and called it in.

Johnny arrived with a lot of cops. Susan’s car had rolled to a stop against the curb. Her purse was still in it. Her shoes were on the sidewalk with the right one covered in blood. There was blood smeared on the sidewalk. The cops found one 9mm casing indicating only one shot had been fired. I wonder where she was hit. With the amount of blood on the shoe, it could be a lower extremity wound.

It was time to get David involved. He had not seen Susan in three years. If anyone could find her, it would be him. He still worked for the firm and was in Brussels, terrorist hunting with Jan.

Johnny called me and said, “Colonel, you need to get back here pronto. Susan has been abducted and apparently shot in the process. We don’t know her condition.”

He said, “I’m on my way. I’m bringing Jan too.”

Jan, the psychopath. Jesus, she sends chills up my spine and makes the hair on my neck stand up but she adores David. Ever heard of someone too good at their job and love every second of it. That’s Jan.

David called me in flight and told me to start locating Rothschild. He’s sure, he’s behind this. He just laid low for a few years until the heat was off then completed his mission to destroy Susan.

Susan

I awoke slowly. I had been dreaming. David was with me and we were making love. I was still in pain. I looked at my legs. My stockings were gone. The gunshot wound was bandaged but I could see where blood soaked through it. My ankle was in some kind of makeshift splint and immobilized.

Best I could tell, I hadn’t been rap_ed yet. I knew by whatever means I left here, it wouldn’t be walking. I must still be drugged and looked at my red polished toes. They were a little worse for wear. My right foot and toes were covered in dry blood. I yelled for some water. The door opened and guess who, none other than Rothschild himself. He handed me a bottle of water and squeezed my ankle causing me to nearly pass out in pain.

Rothschild said, “Well, Bi_tch, your time has come. I’ve waited a long time for this.”

I said, “You miserable Mother F-cker, go ahead and kill me. If you get close enough I’ll scratch your f**king eyes out.”

He said, “Wheres your boyfriend? I got plans for him too. He killed six of my men.”

Damn, I knew of the two with me, but David must have been busy when he wasn’t with me.

I defiantly said, “I guess you assh-les didn’t get the memo. He doesn’t want me anymore but if you f**k with him, there won’t be one of you turds left breathing.”

He squeezed my broken ankle h-rder and I scre-med in pain.

He said, “That looks really painful. I hear tell a broken ankle is one of the most painful injuries. So many little bones in there.”

He squeezed it h-rder. That was the last thing I remember before passing out.