Glass like his hands needed something to do before they broke something else. “I’m telling you, Rachel, she’s not keeping them. I’ll make sure of that!
“I’m coming,” Rachel finally said, her voice low, almost eager.
“Good.” Jake ended the call without another word, tossing the phone onto the couch and downing the rest of his drink in one swallow.
When she arrived, Jake was pacing like a caged animal, his jaw clenched, fists tight. The moment she stepped inside, he slammed the door shut behind her, and before she could even breathe, he pinned her against the wall, his mouth crashing down on hers in a furious, desperate kiss. Rachel gasped against his lips, her hands instinctively tangling in his hair as his tongue plunged into her mouth, rough and possessive. His body pressed hard against hers, the heat of him searing through their clothes. She could feel the tension radiating off him, the frustration boiling over, and it only made her wetter, her pussy already throbbing with need.
“Jake” she managed to moan between kisses, but he cut her off, his hands gripping her hips so tightly it bordered on pain.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled, pulling back just long enough to yank her shirt over her head. His eyes raked over her tits, her nipples already hard and begging for
His touch. He didn’t waste time teasing his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, biting just enough to make her cry out.
Rachel arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he switched to her other breast, his free hand sliding roughly down her stomach, past the waistband of her jeans.
“You want this, don’t you?” he muttered against her skin, his fingers finding her soaked panties. He tore them aside without ceremony, shoving two fingers deep into her pussy, curling themjust right to make her scream. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Always fucking have been. Way better than Kylee!”
Rachel’s head fell back against the wall as he fingered her ruthlessly, his thumb circling her clit in fast, punishing strokes. She could feel the pressure building already, her legs trembling as he worked her toward the edge.
“You like that?” he growled, his voice dripping with contempt. “You love getting fucked by my fingers, don’t you?” Rachel could only nod, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he pushed her closer to the edge. Jake’s face was a mask of fury, his jaw clenched tight as he focused on punishing her, on using her to vent every ounce of his frustration. But Jake wasn’t done with her yet. He stood up abruptly, pulling his own clothes off with quick, angry
Movements. His dick was already hard, jutting out from his hips, thick and veiny and glistening at the tip. He spun her around, shoving her chest-first against the wall, and pressed himself against her from behind. Rachel could barely think, barely breathe as he fucked her with everything he had. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, each one more intense than the last. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass as he drove into her again and again, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room.
Jake leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear, “You love this shit, don’t you? Getting fucked like a whore.”
He didn’t wait for her to finish. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her. Rachel screamed, her nails scraping against the wall as he started fucking her hard and fast, each strokedriving deeper than the last. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” Jake groaned, his hands moving to grip her waist as he pounded into her relentlessly. “Tight little cunt always knew how to take me.”
With a final groan, he buried himself deep inside her and came, his dick pulsing as he filled her with wave after wave of cum. They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting, hearts racing together. When Jake finally pulled out, Rachel turned to face him, her chest still heaving. “This wasn’t about me,” she said softly, searching his eyes.
“This was about Kylee. About your anger.”
Jake said nothing but pushed himself away in aggravation... “Get out,” he said flatly, not even looking at her.
Rachel blinked, caught off guard. “Jake”
“I said get out, Rachel!” His tone was sharp, final.
Her throat tightened, humiliation burning hot in her chest. She gathered her clothes quickly, not bothering to argue. Moments later, she was in her car, the engine humming as she pulled out of his driveway. Tears blurred the road ahead. She had thought this was her way back into his life. Instead, she drove away feeling used and discarded, just like before.
Jake stood in the middle of the living room, his chest heaving, and the echo of Rachel’s car fading down the street. The anger didn’t leave it swelled. He grabbed the nearest thing, a framed family photo, and hurled it against the wall. Glass shattered, pieces skittering across the hardwood. The smiling faces in the picture mocked Kylee's arm around Jake Jr., Macy perched onhis knee, Kayla in her lap. That perfect moment now felt like a lie.
“Goddammit!” he roared, sweeping an entire shelf of trophies, books, and picture frames to the floor in one motion. The sound of them crashing only fueled his
Rage. He stormed into the kitchen, yanking open drawers and slamming them shut again. A chair went flying across the room, hitting the wall with a crack. Plates shattered when he ripped them out of the cabinet and sent them crashing to the tile. Every breath came harder, hotter. He didn’t even notice the small cuts on his hands from the broken glass. His mind was consumed by one thought Kylee had taken the kids. His kids. And she’d gone straight to him. He gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, staring down at the mess he’d made. But there was no satisfaction. Just an empty, gnawing fury that felt like it would burn him alive.
“She’s not keeping them,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. “I’ll get them back… I don’t care what I have to do.”
Jake stood in the wreckage of his living room, chest heaving, and blood still trickling down one knuckle. The only light came from the streetlamp spilling through the blinds, striping his face in harsh lines. He grabbed his phone and scrolled furiously through his contacts until he found the name he wanted.
“Yeah,” a gravelly voice answered after two rings. “Been a while.”
“Cut the small talk, Darren,” Jake snapped. “I need a favor. I need someone found. Fast.”
There was a pause. “Who?”
“My wife,” Jake growled, spitting the word like it was poison. “She took my kids and ran off with some overhyped, tattoo-covered rock star. They’re in L.A. I want eyes on them yesterday.”
“Jake…” Darren’s tone shifted, cautious. “You sure you want me on this? The kind of guys I use… they don’t just watch.’”
