In this chapter, Sam finds out Ransom's parents were killed, and her own are attacked. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, group sex, lesbian sex, sex toys in a public setting, (including Sam's mother). This literary work is copyrighted. No one should reproduce, publish in other settings, alter or profit from my work without my express permission. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. ©
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My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 15
A Sniper Attack Fails
Because Becky missed out last night, before she went to school on Monday and Robert went to work, they had sex. After Bill and those two left, Bonnie, Stephanie, Grant and Penelope and I were all in the gym exercising and learning more self defense skills, while the kids were watched by Henry, then Bonnie, Stephanie and I began cleaning the house. I never particularly liked house cleaning, but I had to admit, having others share the duties, made it more palatable even with a larger house. That afternoon, as the ladies spent time with the children, good things finally started to happen.
Captain Gilchrist called to tell me that they'd found and disarmed a bomb on the outside of my house, which would have gone off had I turned on my gas stove. It was attached to the gas line itself. He also informed me that the bomber had talked and implicated both a recently released inmate and Ransom. The only thing he was guaranteed for his cooperation, was that he wouldn't get the death penalty. The fact that so many innocent people could have been killed, didn't help him at all. Eight additional charges were being added to Ransom's charges, including some terrorist charges because it wasn't just a possible attack on a few people, but could have affected the entire neighborhood.
The Captain informed me that Ransom was being taken out of the general population and being put in isolation. However, it would have to be after he got back from the hospital. He'd been beaten again, more severely than last time. A lot of damage had been done to his face and he had four broken ribs. They didn't know who'd done it. Ransom refused to say. I can't say I was unhappy in the slightest over that news.
"Why did he get beaten?" I asked.
"We're not sure. I think the fact that all of the attacks he's orchestrated have resulted in deaths or arrests might be part of it. The fact the second guy may have been set up, and the fact that this one also got arrested, doesn't sit well with the inmates. They might believe the last guy was set up too."
"Isn't it nice that all the chickens are coming home to roost. How much was the bomber supposed to get paid?"
"Two hundred grand."
"I'm surprised they haven't tried something at the Tafts', considering the fact we haven't been living at our home since the first attack a couple weeks ago."
"The bomber said he looked it over, but the security was too tight. Ransom wants them killed too, but he's willing to wait on them as long as their child got killed when you did."
"That putrid, son of a bitch. Surely no jury in the world would convict me if I arranged for his death, would it?"
"You'd have better luck getting the State Attorney not to file charges on you. I don't trust juries. Ransom's attorney dropped his case after the last stunt. Ransom said he doesn't have any money to pay him either. He's getting a public defender now."
"Thanks for the info. I can't wait for this to be over."
"I'm not surprised. Three attempts on your life in the last few weeks. That's got to be hard."
That wasn't the last of it though. Mutual of Omaha's Mr. Wagner called and told me that the beneficiary on the insurance policies Ransom had purchased were now me and my daughter. The Insurance Commission had found one more insurance policy for five hundred grand apiece, and that one was being changed as well. The State Attorney's Office notified me of that and had come through for me. It had to save them some work if they could get Ransom penniless.
When Robert came home, he said the auditors had found where Ransom had stolen another 300,000 by siphoning off a little from thirty other accounts he'd handled. The accounts were so huge, Ransom figured they wouldn't miss ten thousand apiece.
Most of that money had gone into the paid up insurance policies that were plaguing me now, but a hundred grand still couldn't be accounted for, so Ransom might still have some money with which to pay assassins tucked away somewhere. I wondered if there'd been another girlfriend who'd squirreled away money for him. We certainly hadn't found evidence of more safe deposit boxes while looking through all that paperwork for insurance policies, but we'd quit as soon as we found the Mutual of Omaha paperwork. Robert arranged for the security company to add cameras to the outside of my house.
I texted Ransom's parents and told them of the additional charges against their son, and that he'd arranged for a huge car bomb and three other bombs on individual houses which could have killed multiple people in my neighborhood. They didn't answer me. Too ashamed of their son, maybe. I had no idea.
The kids were in bed and we were sitting up on the widow's walk, with most of the adults sipping wine. Even Grant and Stephanie were up there, although neither of them were drinking, staying sober along with me. It was nine-thirty and I got another phone call from Detective Hanson. I put him on speaker so everyone else could hear the call.
"You're working awfully late," I said. "What's up."
"We picked up that released inmate who arranged the bomber for Ransom and sweated him for a couple hours. Given the bomber had already ratted him out, it didn't take long, especially when we said that Ransom was running out of funds to pay people, and he'd even lost his attorney because he couldn't pay him. He finally admitted to hiring the bomber for Ransom, but he said that the bomber wasn't the only one who'd gotten hired. He'd also hired a sniper to off the Tafts...."
Grant shouted, "Off the roof now, move."
A week ago, we probably would have stopped to ask questions. Given everything that had happened the last few days, we just moved, fast. I jumped up just as a bullet punched through the lounge where I'd been sitting, throwing cushion stuffing everywhere. I was almost a hair too slow, my pregnant belly slowing me down. I kept moving.
"Get by the elevator," Grant shouted. "Get down. That bullet came from the South. He can't see through the elevator hut."
Another shot pinged off the roof, going through the wood decking, but we were already in motion, going to the elevator. Another miss. As soon as we were crouched down out of sight, Grant was telling the Acme guys that shots were being fired from a Condo roof top, roughly a half mile to the south of us. Robert was calling 911. We hit the elevator button and got in and left the roof.
"Stay away from the South side of the house," Grant said. "He may be able to shoot through the windows. Do you have hurricane glass on the house?" Grant asked Pen, Robert already talking to 911.
"Yes."
"It probably won't stop a bullet, but it might help."
"Does the kid's room have south facing windows?" I asked. "I can't remember?"
"No, but the master bedroom does," Pen said. "Stay out of there. Bill and Bonnie's room also has south facing windows."
"I'll look in on the kids," Bill said.
"I'm coming too," Bonnie said. They hurried off. Pen, Becky and I were crouched in the kitchen which didn't have any windows, being on the interior. Robert was talking to the Collier County SO dispatcher, giving his address, and where the shots seemed to be fired from. Grant was still talking to Acme. Stephanie had gone to her room immediately after getting off the elevator and returned with two firearms, handing one to Grant.
Detective Hanson was still on the line. He was shouting, "Are you hit? Is anyone injured? Talk to me."
"Sorry, no one's hit, but it was close. We were up on the widow's walk at the Taft's and as soon as Grant heard you say sniper and Taft's, he ordered us off the roof. A bullet ripped through my lounge chair as soon as I'd hopped up."
