Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,30
I’m not the dumb little housewife you thought I was. Now, if you’ll please shut the door on your way out, I’d appreciate it.” She didn’t let him see her shaking as she spoke, keeping the gentle rocking as she fed her son. Not their son, she never called him that. No, Jaxson was hers, not the bastard standing in front of her, the evil glower on his face was the only thing she’d seen since, forever.
“One day you won’t have the protection of those tapes, Palmer. When that happens you better run.” He signed the papers giving her the home and a significant settlement. He glared one last time, not even bothering to look at Jaxson before he spun on his shiny loafers, nearly colliding with the doorframe. He righted himself, straightening his jacket but didn’t look back as he swung the door open, slamming it hard enough the pictures rattled on the wall.
Palmer let out the breath she’d been holding, her hand went to the back of Jaxson’s head. “It’s okay, baby, he’s gone. I’ll protect you from the big bad wolf.”
After she’d caught him with his pants down around his ankles, leaning against his desk in his office, a man she had never seen before on his knees sucking Thomas like a machine, she had been shocked. No, she’d been almost paralyzed in fear. Her husband held the other man’s head with both his hands, forcing his head to move. She heard the whimpers the young man made, realizing he wasn’t a willing participant. With Jaxson in her arms, she was scared of Thomas hurting her or the baby who was only a few days old. Still, she made sure the young man wasn’t hurt any worse than she’d been, knowing the brutality of Thomas firsthand. Her fingers went to her mouth, remembering the way her mouth had been sore for weeks the first time he’d...raped her.
Noise from the office, so familiar, so gut churning had tears rolling down her cheeks.
“That’s it. Now, get up and don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who came to me for money. This is your repayment.” Thomas zipped his pants up. “Next time I’ll bend you over my desk and take your ass. You ever have a dick up there, boy?”
“I’m not gay.”
Thomas grabbed him by the back of his head, putting their foreheads together. “Neither am I, but you got a sweet mouth and I bet an even sweeter ass.” He kissed the kid.
Palmer realized the young man was a kid. Not a young man, but a kid.
Her mind reeled at the realization of just what Thomas had done. She moved back, hiding in the alcove when the boy left, his shoulders slumped while he wiped tears from his eyes. She wanted to storm into Thomas’s office, wanted to tell him want a monster he was. Her son sleeping so peacefully, her body still sore from his birth kept her back.
“Ah, fuck yeah,” Thomas muttered.
Hearing his voice, and the tone which sounded like he was excited, she crept back to the crack in the door she’d been at before. There, on the large monitor of his computer screen she watched as Thomas watched himself and the boy. From the angle of the video, she quickly scanned behind the bastard, noticing a camera between the books. Unbelievable, but not really since he was a narcist. A jarring apprehension hit her. If he videoed all his dalliances, then more than likely, he had ones with her and him, ones that were so humiliating she wanted to throw up. No matter what the cost, Palmer planned to search his files and get those videos. If she’d learned anything from her grandfather, it was to use what you had to get the upper hand.
She walked back to her wing of the house. It was not her home, never would be. It had taken her almost a year to complete her tasks of getting free with the evidence she needed. Almost a year and her bastard of a husband’s death, but she’d gotten it.
Coming back to the present, she bent down to look at all the baby food choices. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to mix bananas, carrots, and mangos? Or prunes and apples? “Blech,” she grumbled.
“I agree. Who the heck thought a kid should eat kale for fuckssake?”
Palmer turned her head at the deep timbered voice, startled to see a pair of black biker boots. Her eyes followed