Law of the Heart

Law of the Heart

What a MAN would have done.

This is my version of Headhunter's tale, "Law of the Heart"

www.literotica.com/s/law-of-the-heart-ch-01

I asked him permission to write my version but never heard back.

Since the beginning of time, nature has bred men through natural selection. The women made the natural selection. She chose men who were bigger, better, and stronger than her.

YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN ONE JOB AS A MAN AND HUSBAND. THAT IS TO PROVIDE FOR AND PROTECT YOUR FAMILY. Sometimes, that means protecting them from themselves.

Men of the human species are the dominant APEX predators on this planet. That's right, men are predators. All mammals that are predators have two things in common. Eyes facing front, and a set of canine teeth.

The MC left his wife with a predator and stood by, watched, and did nothing. All her friends she trusted stood by, watched, and even rooted and egged them on. And that pussy set back and did nothing.

I contacted a couple of other readers on this site, and they agreed that it would never have gotten to that point. Somebody would have died before then.

I was so unhappy with how this story and the other follow-ups went that I had to stop another story midstream and write my version. THE MENDOZA BROTHERS HAD TO PAY!!!!!

I attacked the problem and threw in a new twist to an old story just for entertainment.

It starts on the night of the party, when the MC stands in the shadows, watching his so-called friends be cowards.

I will ignore some of the writing at the party and assume he wanted to know how the interaction between the twins and the wife went before he stepped in. I did not change the author's wording or modify any grammar or spelling.

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Juan's hands continued to move up and down Jill's sides. Stopping at her waist his fingers untied the knot that held the sarong at Jill's swinging hips.

Once untied, he used the large cloth like a sling. Pulling Jill forward, then letting her lean against it and slip away.

He jerked the fabric in time to the music. Pulling her closer, then letting her retreat, her bathing suit-covered buttocks cradled in the hammock made from her sarong.

It was erotic as hell, even I could tell that, as my mind shattered at the sight. Finally, Jill put her arms out against Juan's chest, holding herself away... in response, Juan pulled her hips in closer.

They laughed and enjoyed the parody of a woman playing hard to get on one hand while their groins finally pressed together on the other! And her suit! I had never seen it before.

It wasn't a string bikini like Hector's wife wore, but it was more revealing than any I had ever seen Jill wear. French cut.

Her long, shapely legs seemed to go forever before reaching the high-cut bikini bottoms. The front was narrow, the back exposing the lower part of her buttocks.

She looked very good, and I assumed she must have taken the time to get a bikini wax. Her exposed flesh was translucent and pink.

Juan held the sarong with one hand while literally ripping his shirt off his body with the other. Then he again used both strong hands on the colorful cloth to pull Jill forward, against him!

This time, her hands pressed against his bare, muscled chest as the dance continued. Jill's eyes were wild.

Her mouth was open, laughing and sucking in gulps of air to feed her gyrating body! Juan grinned smugly as he continued to grind his pelvis against Jill's. I knew that he was pushing his erection against her soft midriff.

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I had enough. Since none of my so-called friends were stepping in and putting a stop to this shit, I headed out of the shadows. I pushed through the crowd as they clapped and cheered them on without thinking of the destruction it could cause.

The Mendoza brother kicked the shit out me college for me taking Jill away from Jaun. They were going to have kill me to stop me this time.

I broke through the crowd seeing the one focal point for my anger, that motherfucker holding my wife.

I came from his backside, grabbed his shoulder, spun him around, and dove my fist straight into his solar plexus. That would cause momentary paralysis of the diaphragm and give him the sensation of having the wind knocked out of him.

He went down, trying to catch his breath as I straddled his chest and started pounding the shit out of him, and that's where I made my fatal mistake. Well, almost fatal mistake.

I became so fixated on beating the holly hell out of the bastard. I forgot about the other bastard. I heard a female scream out NOOOOOO! I think it was.........

I woke to the sound of beeping monitors and a nurse paging the doctor. As I awoke, I heard, there you are and then I faded back to black.

The next time I awoke, a light shone in my eyes. "Good, you're back with us, Mr. Roberts; I'm Dr. Hernandez. We've been sedating you for a couple of days to allow you to heal."

"Has my wife been in see me doctor?" I groggily whispered. I started to cough; suddenly, an agonizing pain shot through my body.

"Try not to move you. You took a serious beat down. He listed off a litany of my injuries. Then he replied, " No, Mr. Roberts, no one has been here to see you."

Well, she's history. Juan's won. Fuck her, he can have her, I thought. I said, "Doc, I do not want anyone in this room, you hear me."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Roberts, I was told to call the detectives when you awoke." He pointed toward my wrist. I moved it and heard the rattle of a chain. I was handcuffed to the bed.

"OK, doctor, nobody else," I responded. Unless I approve it.

"All right, I'll let security know. I'll get the nurse to give you some water and see if we can get a little Jello in you."

Two nights later, I was awoken by a presence looming over me sometime in the middle of the night. It was that bastard, Juan.

He snarled in my ear, "Listen, prick. If you had just let me fuck her, I would've sent her cum filled ass home to you. It would have been over. But nowwwww.... I'm going to fuck you over. I'm having you charged with assault and battery. And with my contacts in the prosecutors' offices and with judges I own, your ass is going away for a long time."

Juan smirked and chuckled, "I'll make sure you never get out, and I'll be fucking Jill for the rest of her life. And your kid won't even remember your name and will be calling me daddy. He reached over, lightly tapped me on the cheek, and said, "Sleep tight; don't let the bed bugs bite."

The following day, I was charged with assault with the intent to kill. I knew I was fucked. I hit the button for the nurse. Nurse, can I get my phone? The battery was dead, but the nurse gave me a charger, and within 5 minutes, it powered up. I had no messages from Jill, but the ones I had were mostly from her parents, Meredith, and my ex-best friend Steve. My parents were on a cruise so I knew I wouldn't hear from them. Yeah, none from her. It figured.

I called an old schoolmate of mine, Bill. "Hey Jake, how's it hanging? How's my crush, Jill, doing? If I were as good-looking and as smart as you. I would have taken her away from you."

"Guess what, you can have her. She's all yours," I spewed hate into the phone.

"HUH! OH," Bill replied.

"Bill, I'm in big trouble--big-time trouble. Do you have any contacts in Boston who are also licensed in Florida?" I went on to explain what was going on and what happened between Juan, Hector, and me.

Next thing I heard over the phone, "Mother Fucking SONS-OF-BITCHES! I'll come down there and kill them myself." Bill could do it, too. He played middle linebacker and was a headhunter by trade. In his mind, if you couldn't see a broken bone coming through the skin, you kept playing.

I warned him to stay put and went on to explain, "Juan and Hector are into some bad shit down here. Juan admitted he was paying off public officials, and I bet you he owns a few lawyers around here, so I don't know who I can trust.

"Listen, Buddy, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it through law school," he replied. I would have ended up as a bouncer in a nightclub somewhere. Whatever you need, buddy, I've got your back."

I told him what I needed.

Three hours later, my phone buzzed. "Hey buddy, do you remember George Walker?" asked Bill.

"Yeah, I do. He was a year behind me. He graduated with your class, didn't he? We got along great when he was around, but I lost track of him after I graduated.

"Well, he works at MacMillian and Chambers and is licensed in Florida. He also said you two got along great and was a stand-up guy. He said he'd be glad to handle your case and that you recommended him for his present job."

George and I talked for a while, and then he gave me some news that floored me. "Do you remember Jarvis Jones from the class behind me?"

"I don't think so. No, I don't remember him."

"No worries. He works for Dade County DA. I have something on that bastard, and if it ever got out, his world would come crashing down his slimy ass. At one of our conventions, I took pictures of him coming out of the Hilton with a buxom blond."

"So," I replied.

Bill laughed. "But his wife is a redhead and with a bad temper. She would take his soul along with kids, house, and nuts."

"I am calling in my favor. He said he would pull your case and agree to get the five years with three and out for good behavior.

"Well, that's better than 20 to 30," I replied.

"By the way, as soon as he does, I'm rating his ass out. I took pictures. His wife is HOT!!!! She is so fucking good-looking. I hope she would be down for a little revenge fuck."

I started laughing and replied, "Bill, you're an asshole. And remember, hotness is directly in proportion to craziness."

"Lord, don't I know it?" chuckled Bill. I can't stand people who cheat after catching my dad. It destroyed my mother. I am sorry this happened to you, Jake. If you need anything, call me, and you'll get it.

"And when you get home, I would love you to come to work for me. We can work something out until the bar lets you practice again.

My phone buzzed in, and the caller ID showed George. "Hey buddy, George Walker is calling. I've got to go. I appreciate everything you're doing for me. When and better yet, if I get out, we'll catch up."

Bill sighed, "Ahh, don't say that, Jake."

I hung up and switched to George. I explained the situation to George and how I wanted to handle it. After discussing my thoughts, we made a few tweaks, went with the plan, and within two weeks, a deal was struck with the DA. I later heard that the amount of time didn't matter because it would end up being a short life sentence anyway.

George arranged for me to go to the maximum-security prison. I chose Railford Prison in Bradford County, FLorida. Bill shook his head and said I was crazy, but I had a good reason for going there.

The first day, I was informed that I had a bounty on me, and the man wanted to do it himself.

I decided there was no sense in waiting. I decided I would meet Mr. Marcel Upchurch, the man in charge. He was convicted of a couple of bullshit charges that landed him here.

The following day, I headed straight to the yard. Over on the benches sat Upchurch, the king himself surrounded by his crew. He was allegedly the biggest dealer in the state and street-smart to boot.

Even the Feds couldn't pin anything on him. But somehow, the state managed to bust him on drug charges. He swore he was innocent. And he was.

When I read about the case a few years earlier, I read over the transcripts. I thought, "What the hell?" I was astonished by the number of Constitutional Rights they violated.

I strolled and plopped my ass right in front of him.

Upchurch started laughing, "You are one crazy mother fucker," as his men surrounded him.

I smiled and boasted," I want to make sure you know who I am."

"Oh, we know who you are, and I was going to let you sweat a little."

"Yeah, that's what I get for stomping Juan's ass. He couldn't do his own dirty work. He needed to send a real man to do it for him."

With that little tidbit of information, his eyes raised his eyes and said, "You kick Juan's ass."

"Yeah, it took both Hector and him to take me down. He was lucky. I was going to kill him." I turned and looked at his posse and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm not the type of man that stands and lets another man make a cuckold out of him."

I looked at one of his people and asked, "What would you have done?"

"Man, I'd killed the mutha fucka," he snapped back," and the others backed him up by nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, but I'm still going to kill you, but just to let you know, it's nothing personal. I like you, but I'm going to kill you."

"Mind me asking who's paying you and why?" I knew the answer, but I wanted it fresh in his mind.

"You know the answer to that," Upchurch replied. "The Reynoso's brothers, I owe them big time. We worked a lot of deals together and made a lot of money. They paid my legal fees and got me to the best law firm in town." I just nodded.

"Can you do me a favor you do me favor and wait till after I write a letter to my son? I want him to know I stood up to an asshole that tried to hurt his mother. If you could give me a few days, I'd appreciate it. Just let me know when and where, and "I'll make no fuss. Just make it quick."

I got up, turned, took a step, and turned back around. I looked at him in the eyes. "If you don't know, I was a lawyer in my former life. I was a public defender. And read the transcripts of your case. You were set up, my man." I turned around and walked away.

Fifteen minutes later, I saw two of his crew members standing at the door of my cell. I turned and smiled at them, thinking to myself, "I was wrong." I thought it would take 30 minutes.

One said, "The boss wants to see you NOW!" I dropped my pen and let them escort me out. What was I going to do? I couldn't refuse him.

I approached Upchurch to see the eyes of a wretched man. He looked ready to kill a man at any moment, and I was praying that moment wasn't now.

As I sat down across from him as he spoke, "All right white boy, what in the fuck are you talking about?" I sat up, ready to answer him, until he cut me off.

"If you're lying, I'll make sure you'll be one of my whores for the next five years, then strangle you myself."

At that moment, I had to give the greatest opening statement of my life because right then and there, it sure as hell depended on it.

"I told you I'm a lawyer. Well, I was until recently. I work pro bono for the state. I was a public defender."

"Yeah, so what!" You guys ain't worth a shit. "That's why you worked for the state." he spewed.

I chuckled and replied, "Normally, I would agree. But not in this case. Me, I graduated at the top of my class. I had a call to help those who couldn't protect themselves.

I don't get them off because they are innocent or guilty. My job is to ensure they get a fair trial and that the state obeys rules and doesn't violate their rights.

"I got many men off that the state was trying to railroad. I love catching crooked cops lying under oath."

Upchurch leaned into Jake and said, "Your fucking lying to trying to save your white ass. The Reynoso brothers are my friends. They make sure I get plenty of cash and drugs to run this place and all the pussy I want to be brought in anytime I want it. They pay my guys here, and I get to run this place."

"Yeah, right, I leaned toward him. "How much does that run? A pittance of what they make."

He looked at me in confusion. "Pittance. "What in the hell does that mean?"

I sat back very slowly and clearly and explained. I wanted him to understand precisely what I was defining. "Pittance is defined as a very small or inadequate amount of money paid to some as an allowance or wage."

He still looked confused. "I know what in the fuck it means. What in the hell has that got to do with them?"

I dried chuckled, and said, "I'll explain. You're living here in an eight-by-twelve cell, and they are living in a 5,000-square-foot condo on Miami Beach. They hang out daily on their 100-foot yacht, party every night, and go after married men's wives."

I looked at him, and the gears in his brain were turning and clacking, trying to take in what I said. I wanted to ensure they kept moving, so I threw in my own-kind STP for lubrication.

"Mr. Upchurch, who paid for your attorney?"

"The bothers," he replied. He was sitting there, waiting for my next words to come out.

"Let me get this straight in my mind." I already knew the answer but wanted him to realize it himself.

"The assholes paid for your attorneys. They owned the Judge and the Prosecutor and the crooked cops who framed you. Hell, a first-year intern could get you off." I sat back and let him figure it out.

He flew off the bench, "I'll kill the bastards myself."

I stood up and yelled, "SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE YOU GET US ALL KILLED!" He stopped in his tracks and stared at me. Thank God looks couldn't kill.

"Please, Mr. Upchurch, sit down, and I'll explain." He moved back to his seat, and his men gathered closer to listen to what I had to say.

"If you go after him now, it will get out to him. All he has to do is cut off the money and the drugs. With that, you lose your protection and power in this place. Within a week, every gang will be vying to be your replacement. And everyone at this table will be dead within a month."

"I have men outside who are loyal to me," he replied.

I dried chuckled and replied, "Yeah right. All they will hear is we were killed in a prison riot."

He was as angry as hell at the betrayal of a trusted friend. The one thing men expect and admire the most is loyalty and respect; he got none of that from his former friends.

I explained, "The reason you're not dead is it would call into doubt their word, and no one would trust them enough to do business with them again.

"You know the old saying, "

No honor amongst thieves.

Yep, this case applies. They want the appearance of loyalty. By helping you out, he shows that loyalty and giving his word have no bounds. In other words, it's good business and cheaper to keep you."

He sat down, lowering his shoulders in defeat, and asked, "I suppose you already have a plan."

I moved my head back to acknowledge his comment and replied, "I do, but it will take time to get you out of here on appeal."

He spoke up and said in an exasperated tone. "Nah, that won't work. They have already tried that."

"And who tried it, Mr. Upchurch?" He just shook his head. He already knew the answer.

"I looked at him and said," I'll need a few things. First, I need a cell phone. I need one they aren't furnishing for you, so they can't track my calls. I'll get with my lawyer and start quietly working on your appeal behind the scenes.

"Next, I'll need access to a computer with an outside connection. I need to coordinate research between me and my lawyer to develop and map out a plan to get your ass out of here. Oh, I'll need cash to pay him. I assume you can get your hands some."

He nodded and said, "You got it. Anything else."

"Yeah, I do. You don't kill me. I really would appreciate it."

"Don't worry. I'll cover it. I'll tell him I'm using you, and I'm turning into one of my hoes. Man, you got a pretty white ass."

A chill ran up my spine. I looked around to see gold teeth all smiling at me. Then they broke out into laughter.

I snarled, "Very funny."

Upchurch explained, "I'll tell him I want you to suffer little every day till one day the axe falls. By the way, how did you know Juan and Hector?"