Payback Pt. 02

Pam met me at the door as I exited. "You son-of-a-bitch, how dare you kill my man! He was just coming to try and bury the hatchet, not pose any threat to you and you shoot him in cold blood." She tried to hit me but a couple of cops were just coming up to the door and soon had her in cuffs. My attorney told them to press charges for domestic assault and they hustled her into the headquarters. I think she is still taking those stupid pills. Hopefully the DA will play the recording to her of the break in and assault on me and maybe she would then shut up. Somehow, I doubted it.

I couldn't go back to my apartment as it was still a crime scene so Dave came and took me to his house.

It was time to end this whole farce. First my new attorney took down all the information needed to file for divorce from Pam. Then he left and Dave and I had a little council of war. Steve's friends needed to see the error of their ways and my old friends were the ones to deliver the message.

First order of business. The owner of Mario's, the bar where this all started, suddenly sold out to a consortium of investors. The place was to be shuttered and then remodeled. I heard the theme was to a place for lesbians to hang out without fear of persecution. The bikers would have to find another location to meet and drink and whatever else they were involved in.

Before Mario's had its final day of business, a couple of other men, very hard men who didn't hide the fact they carried very big and nasty weapons, came into the bar and sat down a one of the tables being used as the clearing house for the bike club. I heard later that each and every man at the table came away with the understanding that any further retribution coming my way would be viewed unfavorably by my friends. A couple of names were dropped, actually old friends and business associates that did not have the best of reputations, and I believe the message was received very loud and clear.

It took a few weeks but the charges were dropped. Pam tried to make a stink but the DA let her know that lying to the police was a felony so she finally admitted that Stevie-Boy was not looking to engage my services but was intent on making me pay for hurting his friends. She was unrepentant. I guess she really believed she loved him and that he loved her.

It cost me half of my known assets to get her out of my life, but it was worth it. A little birdie told me that a very nasty man paid her a visit after the final hearing and she decided to move away, far enough that we wouldn't run into each other. I don't know what was actually said but whatever the message, she received it loud and clear.

The house was repaired quickly while Pam still lived there. I went ahead and paid for some upgrades that the contractor assured me would pay back in increased value. Oh, yes, she did pay the rent demanded. I guess she decided that I meant what I said after Steve paid the ultimate price. Soon after the final decree, and Pam moving away, the house sold. I made sure to deposit half of the profit in her account.

And, yes, I got my guns back but with the admonishment by the police that they were watching me. I just smiled and nodded as I reloaded the "Judge". Despite my unnamed friends' warnings to the bike club I was prepared for someone to try to take me out. Some people never learn the lessons presented to them.

I still work at the same accounting office and still have some of my old friends from the 'hood as clients. My boss loves the money I am bringing in so he doesn't say much about them. Hell, for all I know, some of them might have paid a visit to him and explained why he shouldn't rock the boat.

I also still have my "go bag" in a hidden spot just in case it becomes a little warm around here, especially after having had to kill one attacker and wound a couple of others. Nothing like something like that to keep a couple of sharp cops watching out and adding little clues and pieces of evidence until the dots connect.

And finally, am I dating again? Once in a while I will actually have a real date with a real woman. Mostly I have a couple of "friends with benefits" that love the way my cock feels in their little pussies and how my tongue makes them shiver with delight.

Life is good.