It was another late night, waiting for Reggie to come home. Your hands shook with anxiety, waiting for him to walk through the door, he was already two hours late, where could he be?
You laid the folded clothes neatly in the laundry basket, setting them aside in your closet. You left your bedroom, shutting off the bedroom light, going to sit alone in the living room. You flicked on the television, the soft murmurs working to soothe your anxieties.
You lay alone on the sofa, your eyes shut, but your mind still wide awake. The room was dark, only being lit by the television, and the moonlight peeking in through the curtains. Slowly you heard the front door creek open, it was Reggie. He slipped in through the half opened door, shutting it behind him before sealing it closed with the chain and dead bolt locks. He toed off his shoes before he took another step, quickly making his way to the bathroom.
You laid silent, pretending to sleep as Reggie disappeared into the bathroom. Once you heard the door click shut you rose from the sofa, something was wrong. Whenever you fell asleep on the sofa Reggie always carried you to bed, but tonight he just left you to lie there.
You were quiet as your bare feet pressed into the plush carpet carrying you closer to the bathroom door. You could hear the soft spray of the water hitting the tiled walls and floor, you knew he was already in the shower, you knew he wouldn’t hear if you snuck in.
Slowly you opened the door, your hand clasped around the cool knob. You crept inside quietly, avoiding making any noise. You bent down, grabbing his clothes on the floor before slipping out, shutting the door behind you.
You tossed his suit on the bed, grabbing his jacket first, your hands rummaged through the pockets, empty. You tossed it aside, grabbing his shirt. You expected to find lipstick stains, maybe even the stench of whiskey, but instead the white fabric was drenched with blood.
Your heart stopped as you held the bloodied shirt, was this Reggie’s blood or someone elses? If it was, what had happened to cause the stain? Your heartbeat pounded in your ears too loud to allow you to hear, your mouth was dry, not allowing you to speak, you were terrified as you sat there.
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Reggie rinsed the blood from his skin, watching as the pink water ran down the drain. His hands scrubbed at the blood under his finger nails wanting all the evidence to disappear. A sigh escaped his lips, his hands reaching for the shower knobs, shutting off the flow. His feet pressed down onto the dry bath mat, his eyes dropping to the floor where his bloody clothes should have laid. HIs heart dropped, you must have taken them.
Reggie stepped out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist, his eyes dropping to you. YOu sat at the foot of your shared bed, clutching his bloodied clothes in your hands, tears welled up in your big eyes.
“ Whose blood is this Reg? ”
Your voice was frail, almost broken, you couldn’t even meet his eye.
“ Doll.. I- ”
“ What did you do?! ”
You threw the bloodied shirt at him, tears falling down your rosy cheeks. Reggie stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you. He felt you struggle, your hands pushing at his bare torso and chest, all the while your body was wracked with inconsolable sobs.
“ You weren’t supposed to see it, doll.. You weren’t supposed to see it. ”
“ What did you do..? ”
Reggie didn’t answer your question.
“ I’m your wife, just tell me. ”
Your words barely came out more than a whisper, Reggie knew this had broken you.
“ You know what I do for a living.. Sometimes things just need to be taken care of. ”
You knew Reggie was right, you knew how he earned his money, and you knew it was less than savoury.
“ The cops are going to come in the morning for me, and you’re not going to speak to them. You’ll go and post my bail, and I’ll be home by dinner, okay? ”
You only nodded, letting Reggie wipe away your fallen tears.
“ I’ve got to take care of a few things, so go lay down, alright? ”
That night as you laid asleep Reggie took care of everything. He burned his bloodied clothes, making sure only ash was left. He hid away his guns, storing them in a hidden wall safe. He scrubbed the bathroom drain, erasing any trace of the blood from his shower.
It was nearing four in the morning when he finally came to bed, crawling into his place beside you.
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Your eyes fluttered open in the early hours of the morning. You could hear the loud knocking on the front door from where you laid, however Reggie didn’t stir.
YOu crawled from your bed, wearing only your silk nightgown. With hesitant hands you opened the front door.
Immediately you were shoved aside, two cops rushing into your flat. As soon as the cops disappeared from your sight you heard Reggie cursing. They pulled him from the bedroom, bringing him out in boxers and handcuffs. You could tell Reggie had barely woken up, his hair messy and out of place, his eyes barely opened.
They dragged Reggie out of the house, not caring about his state of undress, throwing him into the back of a cop car.
As soon as Reggie was detained their focus moved to you. They didn’t care that you had never been involved in a crime in your life, all they saw you as was a mobsters wife.
They pinned your arms behind your back, walking you out to a cop car. Your eyes met Reggie’s through the tinted glass, he had never looked so infuriated in his whole life.
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You sat alone in an interrogation room, your nightgown doing little to warm you in the cold environment. It had been over two hours since you arrived when a man finally came in, a file in his hand.
“ Your husband is in a lot of trouble. He could get you into a lot of trouble too.. ”
You didn’t speak, your eyes simply following him as he sat down across from you.
“ I think you need to take a look at these photos, love. ”
You watched as the detective pushed the file forwards so it sat in front of you. You didn’t bite, you kept your hands in your lap, sitting silent.
“ Fine.. I’ll open it for you. ”
He opened the file showing you pictures of a crime scene. They were tame at first, only turned over tables, broken glasses, simple items, but slowly they grew darker. Blood sprayed on the ceiling and walls, and then there was the body. The man was laid out across the floor, a gaping bullet wound in the middle of his forehead. You had never seen anything so horrific, you didn’t understand how Reggie was capable of such a monstrosity.
“ Your husband did this, and he’ll do it again, you can stop it.. Just tell me what you know. ”
That went on for hours, asking you what you knew, threatening you with jail time, anything to make you break. They thought you would break easily, you were young, innocent, and weak, but you sat there, taking their threats, not even flinching as they screamed in your face.
It felt like an eternity until you were allowed to go home, the detectives stated you were ‘ useless ’ and ‘ uniformed ’.
It was another day until you could post Reggie’s bail. You picked him up at the jail, meeting him outside. You didn’t even wait for Reggie to get to the car, jumping into his arms, pressing kisses to his cheek and neck.
He was dressed in a tailored suit Ronnie had brought by, looking dashing as ever. Quickly you got into the backseat with Reggie, watching as his driver started the car.
“ I’m so proud of you, you didn’t say anything, doll. ”
You barely let Reggie get the words out, your lips pressing to his with eagerness. You couldn’t pull away, you didn’t want to, you needed him now, even if now was in the backseat of a car.
Slowly the pieces of Reggie’s suit came off, falling onto the floor of the car. With little hesitation Reggie pulled you dress up and over your head. It didn’t take long before your bra and panties joined it.
Reggie’s eyes caught his drivers in the rearview mirror, “ look back here again and I’ll kill you. ”
Your hands found Reggie’s boxers, pushing them down his hips, letting them bunch around his knees. Reggie’s hands wrapped around your waist bringing you up so the head of his cock edged against your entrance. A gasp left your lips as the car hit a bump, pushing his cock into you. Slowly he brought you down onto his shaft fully, bottoming out deep in your cunt.
Reggie fingers dug into your plush skin, holding you tight as he bounced you on his cock. His hips drilled up into yours, your loud moans filling the backseat.
It was hard to disregard the sounds coming from behind him, but Reggie’s driver knew his threat would reign true if his eyes glanced up at the rearview mirror.
Your moans only grew louder as you rode Reggie, his lips were on your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses up and down your bare skin.
“ Reg.. Oh God I can’t. ”
“ Yes you can doll.. You’re almost there. ”
You could feel his cock slamming against your cervix, driving deeper with each push. Your eyes were squeezed shut, ungodly loud cries leaving your lips, all the while your cunt squeezed Reggie tighter and tighter. Your vision blurred, your orgasm hitting you like a bus, before you collapsed against Reggie.
His hips pushed weakly against yours, giving a final deep thrust before he came inside you. You laid together in the backseat, you were a panting heap together, trying to come down from your highs.
Please look at him. I love him so dearly. He's not always demure. He may come home with bloody bruised knuckles, giggling with a manic smile but he's the loveliest bean ever
