Tormented: First Book to the Sweet Revenge Trilogy!

By Jessica Marie Williams

Jessica Williams is twenty-six and lives in South Alabama with her husband and three children. She enjoys reading, writing romance novels of any kind, and crafting.
I hope you all enjoy my books as much as I did and thank you all for your support.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499081541

Jessica Marie Williams

I am a mother of three beautiful children whom push me to be a better person than I was the day before. My passion is writing; however, my goal is science. I am currently a premed student. So between life and parenthood, I get to squeeze out a few chapters of my other baby (Tormented Trilogy). After my divorce, I moved to Florida and I must say that I am in love with the beach but not the sand in the bikini bottoms. I am sure I am not the only person who would not be mad if that part of "beach day" was left out. My babies tell me I am too busy. I tell them the reason I take on all of the hard stuff is so they will not have to. As mothers, I know we all can all agree. A goal is something to be proud of and to work towards. My goal is to be a physicians assistant in 4 years. As you may have guessed, I have accumulated A LOT of college debt which made me think of a way to make more money while going to school full time, working full time, and parenting full time. AVON!!!!! I sold it in my high school days to help pay for my prom goodies and now I am going back to it. It is a wonderful source for the mothers AND fathers who just need that little extra money to make end meet. I look like a crazy card lady when I walk into places asking to put my TORMENTED cards and my AVON cards up. If your are interested in purchasing from me or selling under me, shoot me an email [e-mail] or www.youravon.com/jessicachadwick. I also welcome comments on my book. I always try to respond in a timely fashion. I am currently working on book two, REPERCUSSIONS. It will be out this year, if no delays. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE SUPPORTING AND BELIEVING IN ME. IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU THAT THIS OPPORTUNITY IS EVEN POSSIBLE!!!!! BLESSED DAY, JESSICA CHADWICK (WILLIAMS)

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter One

I mentally asked myself why my son and I stay in this huge house with only the hired help. Why can’t I just bring myself to pack up our things and get out? I don’t need all of this expensive material things. I know what it all means. This is just the way my husband makes up for every time he does something mean to me. When he broke my jaw with two power punches, he bought me a car. When I found out he had a whore on the side in Ft. Lauderdale, he bought me so much lingerie from Victoria Secret I have some with the tags still on them. I have so much expensive jewelry I don’t even wear half of it. We own a beautiful house with seven bedrooms, three bathrooms, huge closet space, and a beautiful kitchen with all stainless steel appliances, and a dining room I have dreamed of all my life. I designed and decorated my house from the inside out. I have put so much effort into making this a home for Bill and our son with the hope that it would make him love me the way he did seven years ago when we met at a Halloween party my girlfriend Bonita hosted. I was a Greek Goddess dressed in this thin almost sheer white toga, bright red gladiator stilettos, and a bright red silk sash across my chest and wrapped around my waist and tied in the back. My hair was so long it swayed across my backside. I had loose curls and a few strands of golden beads clipped in my hair. I was stunning and I felt it too. Out of nowhere this man walks in and right up to me. He asked me to dance and twirled me around on the dance floor before I could even answer him. I was lost in his scent and his graceful movements. I couldn’t see his face for he had it hidden with a mask. He was dressed as a very attractive Zorro. His hands went low and he skimmed across my backside. I could only see his grey eyes through the slits in his mask; however, when he touched by butt I saw the flair in his eyes. They turned into an ocean of blue. I knew why. His hands had found out my little secret tonight. NO PANTIES

He brought his mouth to my ear and purred, No panties huh? I like that but it makes me a little jealous that all the other men here can see what I have claimed. I froze but managed a graceful bow trying to hide my smile. What he has claimed huh? Yeah if daddy would have heard that Mr. Chazwick would break his face for talking to me that way. The possessiveness in his voice should have warned me but I was too entranced by this mysterious Zorro. After the song was over he led me out on to the terrace and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. The sad thing is that is exactly what they were because the sweetness in his words ended the week after my son was born.

I was in the middle of my flash back when I heard my son scream. Mother bear mode kicked in and I ran in not knowing what to expect. I came to a sudden halt when I saw two huge men in there with guns pointed at my baby. My heart sank when I watched him cry and tremble. A phone rang once and the man with scar on his face answered it. He grunted a few times then snapped it shut. He nodded to the other man as he grabbed my hair and pulled me into the living room. Billy Jr. was hollering for me and then I heard a loud smack and he got really quit. I heard the door open and footsteps coming down the hallway. About six large muscular men walked in and split in half letting a large man walk into the room we were in. I couldn’t make out his features because when the goon grabbed me by my hair and jerked me back my head hit the wall causing my vision to blur. He stared at me with such anger I wanted to curl into a ball but I couldn’t. I had to get BJ. He started talking but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying because the fear and panic over my son was clouding my mind. I finally came to my senses.

He repeated himself, I know your name Mrs. Stephanie Tomblin. I know everything about you. Has your husband told you anything about his day job? I was supposed to be his partner. We have a very lucrative business him and me.

I was completely lost and confused. I asked, Bill owns a brokerage firm, right? Do you work for him at Jetsky Firm?

Like I would degrade myself to work for someone, he snorted, It seems we have a problem here then doesn’t it. You see he has stolen a great deal of money from me on our last business deal and I want it back. I do not know if you are telling the truth or a very good actress so this is what we are going to do. He looked bored as if we were in his house taking up his time. SHEESH I was shaking from the suspense of the announcement.

Since it is a great deal of money and since I cannot truly tell what you know about the situation I am going to have Brian take the kid somewhere to wait until we get this resolved, he said this as cool and calm as if he were ordering take out. I panicked. I am starting to ramble and shake. I am pleading with this evil mad man, PLEASE! Please don’t take him from me. I will give you anything! I will do anything! I’m begging you for mercy. I swear I do not know anything about what Bill does when he leaves for work.

Mommy, I’m scared, little Billy whispered in a shaky voice. I looked at my baby; although my vision is still blurry I witnessed him shaking. He had a dark wet stain on the front of his blue jeans. His eyes were wide with fear and his little knees were knocking together which only made the evil creature of a man holding the gun to my baby laugh. You are going to make him a faggot if you’re going to keep letting him cry like this and babying him, Brian said.

I snapped my neck at him and roared, You cannot make someone gay you idiot. Furthermore, he is a three year old, crying is what they do. I said glaring at Brian with the evilest glare I could master.

Please, let me hold my baby. He is only three years old. What can you possibly gain by frightening a baby, I said never taking my eyes away from my baby’s face. Everyone was looking at me now. I could feel their eyes burning holes in my face but I didn’t care. I needed to get my baby somehow some way. I finally and reluctantly took my eyes off Billy to look at who I am guessing is the boss of the other goons in the rooms with guns pointed at us. I could not understand any of this. I always thought my husband was a jet broker. He owns a very successful brokerage firm and deals with some very powerful people high on the food chain. So I thought. SMACK!

Everything went black for a minute and then yellow. I couldn’t see anything I could barely hear Billy Jr’s cries for me because the ringing in my ears. I was confused. What just happened? My vision is slowly coming to me now. I could see BJ with tears streaming down his face. His little arms stretched out for me. He tried to fight but the man pushed him down and kicked him. I tried to run over but before I could make it someone caught my hair and snatched me backwards. I landed on the ground with an awful thud. A jolt of pain struck through my body as I tried to roll over. I didn’t care though. I could not feel anything in my own body because my baby was lying in a curled up knot on the floor in the T.V room.

They had us separated and I was in the living room across the hall from the T.V room. Our house was huge but I could still hear my baby whimpering and it broke my heart. I looked him straight in his face and the man had an evil curve to his lips. Don’t ever question me again or next time I will have Jack put the gun in your mouth instead of a smack across the face, he said. But then he turned to Brian and said, If you ever kick another child again, I will have your legs broken. Are we clear? I was so thankful that he said something even though I’m not sure why he did. I mean face it he was here to kill us. Maybe it is because killing BJ would be fast and painless whereas kicking him drags the pain out for days. Then it hit me that I still don’t even know this man’s name or what he wanted.

I have no idea what you want from me. I don’t know why you are here. I don’t even know your name but there must be some way we can work this out. I want my baby and I’m assuming you are here for something or you wouldn’t be here beating up a woman and her three year old son, I said as I looked him straight in his eyes. I was trembling inside and doing my best to hide it from this asshole and his goons. I watched as a hand was coming for my face from the left but I didn’t back down. I stuck my chin out and was mentally prepared for Jack. I was getting my baby back somehow and I was hoping that bravery would win me a few points. I knew it was going to hurt. This man had a hand the size of a catcher’s mitt. I stilled myself waiting. It was like it was in slow motion and just before he connected to my face I heard a yell.

Jack, don’t hit her yet. She is growing on me a little. I am finding you’re very attractive with your chin stuck out holding your ground. My name is Mr. Jones, he said with a tilt of his head. I searched his face to see if I had seen him somewhere because now that he was literally in my face I could see all of his features. Even though his attitude was evil and malicious he was very handsome. He had a head full of thick black hair. It was faded in the back but his bangs hung elegantly in his face. With a thin nose, beautiful emerald green eyes, and very plump lips he could almost pass as Brad Pit with black hair. He then stood up straight and must have been around six foot four inches tall because he looked down at me with an evil beautifully straight white smile and rubbed the stubble on his cheek. I knew he was about to say something to make me want to puke but I held it together because I needed my baby. I glanced at him trying to sit up on his own now. Mr. Jones must have seen my gaze because he snapped his long fingers. I jerked away with fright…

He started speaking in a voice as smooth as velvet now, I can clearly see you are worried for your son. Do you want to hold him? My heart fluttered a bit. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for my bravery. Yes, please I beg of you, I said as tears started falling from my swollen eyes. I haven’t cried yet because I didn’t want to show weakness but reuniting with BJ right in arms reach I couldn’t hold them in anymore. He motioned for the evil baby kicker to bring BJ to me but then he held up his hand and the man stopped mid-stride. Then he said, I will have Brian bring…um…what is his name honey?

Ugh, yeah I got your honey fucktard, is what I wanted to say and hit him with a big jar of it from the fridge. The bees say you’re welcome prick.

Billy Jr, I grumbled. Mr. Jones was pacing back and forth. He was planning something. His legs were long and every stride was graceful and sexy. Ah. Okay. I can have Brian bring Billy Jr. over to you but I have some conditions. I didn’t care what came out of his mouth next. I just wanted my baby. Yes. OK anything. Whatever you want just please give me back my baby, I squeaked. Mr. Jones wiggled his fingers at Brian and BJ limped into my arms.

I kissed him everywhere and hugged him so tight. I wanted to weld us together so I would never have to worry about him getting snatched from me and hurt again. He cried into my shoulder and was shaking. I pulled him back and looked him over from head to toe. I looked at his pants and then locked eyes with him. Placing him back in my arms against my breast he sobbed, Sorry Mommy. I peed in my new pants again. Then he started crying harder.

Guilt shot through me then. I had gotten on to him yesterday for using the bathroom in his clothes. I told him Big boys don’t potty in their clothes BJ and now after everything he has went through today so far he feared getting into trouble for his clothes the most. I made a mental note that if we make it through this he could pee anywhere he wanted to which made me snicker a little. I squeezed him and whispered in his ear, Honey, don’t you worry about none of that okay. Mommy is gonna find a way to get us out of this. You just keep being mommy’s brave little man. I started rubbing his back and humming to him to sooth him. I peeked up and Mr. Jones was watching me intensely.

With a clipped calm professional tone he said, Now about my conditions. The way he said it made my skin crawl. He was up to something. He stated, I only have four. I want to know two things and I want two things and if you are honest with me and if I get what I want from you, you Mrs. Tomblin and little Billy Jr here can go free. I will make sure no one will harm you, your child, or your future children. Does that sound fair to you? Hmmm, I am missing something here. We went from getting beaten to negotiating with the boss. However, if it meant I could get my baby to safety I would sleep with the devil himself. So I nodded my head very slowly.

He said, Okay, first thing I want to know where the secret place that your husband keeps his papers is at. I started to answer that I don’t know of such a place but he put his hand up to silence me. Secondly, I want you to call your husband tell him to come home because your son is sick. I cut him off then. I needed to know what exactly he planned to do with Bill. I steadied myself still hugging my baby. I could feel his body limp and I was the only reason he hasn’t fallen down. I panicked but realized he was asleep. All of this was too much for him and wore him out. He felt safe now and his poor little beaten soiled body was just given out. I kissed his forehead and returned my gaze at Mr. Jones. I then realized that we were alone. I didn’t even realize that Brian, Jack, and the rest of the goons were gone.

Why do you want me to get Bill to come home from work early? I don’t know where any secret place is. I already told you that I don’t know what you are talking about. He leaves his work at his office. Does that help? Can we go free now? I swear I won’t tell a soul about you or this little get together we are having, I cried. He smiled but shook his head from side to side. I have more conditions remember. I said four but only named two. As far as the secret place, it was a trick question. If you knew about it then that would mean you knew about everything and I would have to kill you. However, you do not so that is a good thing. Now, for my third I want the names, addresses, and information on your whole family. I can get it by one call so do not lie to me. If I am suspicious of the list I will make a call and have everything. If it doesn’t match I will find you and make you pay for the lie. I swallowed hard.

I am trying to process all of this, not understanding why he needs the information if we are free to go but he continued, The fourth thing is gonna be my favorite I believe. If it isn’t then you will be in a world of trouble little lady. I gave him a dear in the headlights look. Afraid of what he was going to say. His tone and enthusiasm about it made my skin crawl. I squeezed BJ and mentally readied myself for this. With a raised chin and a confident business persona I asked him, What is the fourth condition Mr. Jones? He chuckled, You are starting to get to me with the bravery Mrs. Tomblin. Your feistiness is making certain parts of me react out of character. I normally think with the head on my shoulders when business and money are involved but you have changed that today.

Wait. What? Then I looked down, which is eye level for me because he is standing at six foot and I am on my knees in front of him, and saw a huge bulge behind his zipper. My mouth went dry and my ears got hot. Why did my body love this view? Ugh, my stupid body is a traitor. I rolled my eyes to try to seem uninterested which only seem to make it worse. His emerald green eyes turned to a dark hunter green and my stomach flipped. I can make a stranger feel this but my husband works all day and doesn’t even want to touch me. Something is wrong with that and I will need to address that when this is over, hopefully safely.

Um, what exactly is your fourth condition Mr. Jones? I think I know what your condition is but as you can clearly see I have my baby in my arms, I said thinking he would lose interest. Nope it made it worse. He gave a low growl and said, That my lady is what your husband is coming home for.

OH HELL NO! You want me to have sex with you while my husband watches our son? Um I think I’ll pass on that one but thanks though, really. Pick something else. I’m not interested, I choked. He looked as if nothing I said bothered him. As if he had already made up his mind. He sat on the couch. Looked from side to side then nodded.

This is going to go my way Steph. I always get my way somehow. Now we can do this while your baby sleeps on the floor and we on the couch or you can call your husband and he can watch Billy Jr. while we go upstairs. Don’t you think Billy Jr. waking up to see mommy riding the bad man like a horse would traumatize him even worse than he already is? He will probably wet the bed for years now, he said in flat tone as if he was bored. He then started unbuttoning his shirt. I could see a very tan muscular chest with a light fuzz of hair. I licked my lips and of course he noticed. This is a business proposition my dear. Your son and you can go free for sex, he said it in a cheery