What's Done in the Dark: Part 5: What's Done in the Dark Series, #5

By Solae Dehvine

The Burnett family has had a long road of turmoil and have finally over come tragedy. As they come together a maniac threatens to permanently break them apart.

Even the police department is no help and when they are pushed to their wits end the family is forced to turn to a higher power... but is it too late. 

Read the last installment of the What's Done in the Dark Series. 

Part 5 (20,000 Words) 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dehvine Publishing LLC
• Release date: May 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498988117

Book preview

1

The Devil

Ayoung beautiful woman laid on the bed, her legs spread wider than the ocean as she waited for Mr. Freeman to dive in. Her bare body on satin sheets, she impatiently played with her clit, anticipating the dick lashing he’d promised her.

Baby, I’m ready, she called after Mr. Freeman, trying to rush him along as he got ready in the connecting master bath.

Washing his face and swallowing his day’s worth of pills, Mr. Freeman shook the prescription bottle, emptying the last pill into his hand.

You make sure you stay ready, he called back to her as he blew a lone kiss to himself in the mirror. Mr. Anthony Freeman only loved himself. The hoes were all disposable, and this one was no exception.

He coughed as he swallowed the tiny white pill that helped keep his immune system in check. Looking at himself in the mirror, his chest chiseled for an old man and with silk pajama pants, he felt as if he was on top of the world. Freeman was free of any pestering guilt or remorse. No one would have guessed that he’d killed a man six hours ago.

Mr. Freeman checked his condom stash in the vanity drawer, but once again, it was empty. That was fine. Mr. Freeman hated the rubber protection. Lack of condoms hadn’t stopped him in the past, and he’d much rather go in raw so he could feel every crevice of the young whore.

More importantly, he liked the revenge he inflicted on the young ladies that had sex with him. To Mr. Freeman, those sluts got what they deserved when they allowed him to penetrate their wet walls without protection.

What’s the point of fucking a young bitch if you can’t feel anything? he asked his reflection.

Reaching into his pants and rubbing his long, hardened member, his need for some sexual healing was the only answer.

The lights were off in the bedroom. The illumination came from a muted TV playing the morning news. A night of killing and fires wouldn’t be complete without sex, Mr. Freeman’s second favorite pastime.

Took you long enough, she said, flashing him a seductive smile. He didn’t return the gesture. He simply pointed down to his dangling dick that was now pulled out of his boxers and pointing at her.

Ohh, your friend wants some attention? She crawled across the bed, meeting Mr. Freeman on the edge and taking him into her mouth. He stretched deep into her, the end of his member poking the back of her throat.

Her wet mouth examined Mr. Freeman as he relaxed from her tongue massage. He sat on the bed with the girl crouched over him, still sucking and tasting him.

Faster, he commanded as he slid his hand to the nape of her neck, firmly gripping and pushing her head up and down. There was nothing romantic about Freeman’s tone; for him, this was merely a business transaction.

Yes, Daddy, she replied, completely unaware that Mr. Freeman was more than her daddy now—he was the keeper of her life.

She swallowed his dick and suctioning her jaws tight until he wanted something more from her.

Spread them legs, bitch. Let me see what you got, he said, pushing her back onto the bed.

From the moment she’d met him, she’d yearned for the day when she could feel the infamous Anthony Freeman inside her.

Pulling her to the edge of the bed, Freeman angled his dick at her opening. She gasped in anticipation as he wiggled the head of his member at the opening of her sex.

Please, baby. Give it to me.

He smiled at the sound of her begging. Weakness to Mr. Freeman was like a wounded gazelle to a lion—he pounced at first sight of it.

In one flex of his hips, he was deep inside her. Back-breaking, rough strokes sent chills and shivers through her spine. He pounded into her, closing his eyes he transformed into a great warrior and her screams became his battle cry.

The same screams filled the bedroom, bouncing off the walls and making it down the stairs to the living room where Mr. Black sat watching television.

I didn’t know he had somebody up there, Black said to Billy, another one of Mr. Freeman’s minions.

Mr. Freeman had at least two other bodyguards at his house at all times. This guy in particular was more body than guard; a fat, tubby fellow who was slouching on the all-white leather couch rolling some weed.

Yeah, a chick he had me pick up. She’s new, Billy explained as he licked the rolling paper and finished crafting the marijuana-filled blunt.

Mr. Black paid it no mind. He simply turned up the television and watched the news, looking for some of his handiwork, and sure enough, it was the top story of the morning. He listened in as the female news anchor explained the carnage of the previous night.

On the east side of town, a tragedy claimed the life of a veteran police detective. From what we are being told, it was an explosion caused by natural gas. Natural gas and some clever experiment from Black, but of course, the news only knew what the police allowed.

That was us, Black bragged, tapping Billy on the shoulder and pointing at the television.

Ohh shit, man! That was you and the boss? That was some major shit! Billy coughed out his admiration.

Black tried to listen in and hear if there were any eyewitness accounts, but his phone rang, stealing his attention.

Yeah, he answered, engulfed in the morning news report.

Robert. Black’s mother’s voice filled the line, calling him by his government name. He instinctively sat up as if she could see him through the phone.

Yes ma’am. Good morning. His mother had taught him manners, if nothing else, and even in his late-twenties, he felt the imminent threat of a spanking from her.

It’s Rhonda. I can’t find her. She’s missing, and her roommate hasn’t seen her all week.

Black stood up, ready to run out of the house. A million questions