Stolen Kiss (Erotic Thriller)

Chapter 12

Jon was up early the next morning, sipping coffee and absently strumming his guitar on the back porch. He knew the restraining order was being delivered with Natalie's termination statement to David and found his heart beating harder as the minutes ticked by.

"You hungry?" Dot asked, sticking her head out the side door.

"Not just now," Jon replied with a shake of his head. Another hour passed before his phone started to beep rapidly. "Oh shit...please don't be Lema, please don't be Lema, please don't fucking be Lema."

Jon groaned when he saw not only was it David but Richie and Tico had been included on the message. It was a photo of Natalie from a few months back, her legs spread and smiling up at him from the bed, followed by a text message saying "Who wants a turn?"

Jon: Oh give it up, Lema, would ya?

David: Looks like Richie found a new plaything. Sorry, Jonny.

Tico: Keep those to yourself, Lema!

Jon: Think again, asshole. I know where Richie stands as he does with me.

Part of Jon wanted to drive to Colts Neck and beat David's ego out. He made sure to take screenshots of the conversation but there was something that just wasn't sitting right. David had fired Natalie and it was David that wanted Natalie out of his house.

But now, he was acting...fuck...he was acting obsessed with her. Was he just determined to ruin her reputation or had something more sinister manifested?

David: Yeah...Proud and erect in that dirty little cunt.

Tico: Did I miss something up there?

David: Aww, why don't you tell him, Jonny?

Jon: Fuck...T, I'll call you and explain everything

David then sent photos from Richie's home the previous night including Natalie sleeping. One photo was taken from the doorway while the second was close up with David's ringed hand hovering over Natalie's neck.

David: So close...

The next photos were taken from the hallway outside the bedrooms. They showed Natalie walking to Richie's room along with a video of them having sex and photos of them sleeping together.

David: Tell that little bitch that if she keeps fucking with me, I'll send her back to her mother...in a body bag.

Jon stared blankly at his phone for several minutes. David had been inside Richie's house. None of them had taken into consideration that they all had the access codes to each other's homes. How could he have missed something that vital?

Jon: Stay away from her

David: Why? You want another go at her? She tasted yummy, didn't she, Jonny?

Tico: Who the fuck pissed in your Cheerios, Lema??

He tried calling Richie multiple times while pacing along the patio, looking out over the manicured backyard and Navesink River. No answer. Fuck, Rich, pick up! Jon reluctantly answered Tico's call and brought him up to speed.

"I'm heading over there," Jon said as he brushed passed Dot and upstairs to throw jeans and a t-shirt on, fingering his hair and pocketing his wallet. "That fucker was in there and now Richie isn't answering...yeah if you could try as well...there's no reasoning with David now...no, he's too far past that point."

The drive to Richie's home seemed to take far longer. Jon tapped his fingers on the steering wheel at traffic lights and weaved between cars once on the highway. Each call to Richie's phone went unanswered and Jon's cursing grew louder and louder.