Chapter 2: Accepting Fate

“Hello?” “Hi Mr. Chavez, I need you to get to the hospital it’s about your cousin Ricco Chavez.” “Ok, I am on my way. Son You go ahead, I must get the hospital.” I nodded in understanding than a voice sounded behind us. “I will go too. Stavros come on.” They left the room leaving Jonathan in charge of the mission of Bring Analina Home. “Meeting time. What do you have me?” “I have the license plate number to the black sedan that they left in.” “Good work Maverick. Rodrick?” “They definitely went to Las Vegas, I not only was able to track the car down to exactly where they ended up, but I know who the car belongs to.”

“Great, so where in Las Vegas did they go? And who is the car registered to?” “They went to a wedding chapel in one of the famous casinos, The Pink Flamingo. The car is registered to Draven Chavez. How stupid he was not only to have his license plate to be visible but to have any traces of him whatsoever. This is going to be easy.” “Ok how about that house in Florida, Tampa was it?’ “Yes, and we came to a dead end on that, it shows a bill of sale but no transfer of the deed or name of the new owner.”

“Let me see.” I said as I walked over to Rodrick. “Oh, I see. Can you print everything that has to do with the sale.” “Sure.” “Maverick? Does that car leave the chapel at all and what is the name of the chapel.” “Are you sure you want to know?” “Yes.” “The Chapel of Love. The car went onto an empty field and was left.” “That could only mean one thing. He took a helicopter to get away so they would not be able to be seen at the airstrip.” Jonathan informed us of his theory.” “Now what?” I asked him. “We wait and see what you come up with from the printout. Do you need any help?” “I could use Rodrick expertise in this.”

Somewhere In Tampa, Florida

Analina remembers what happened the night of the wedding ceremony and a shiver went down her spine as a cold sweat overcame her. “What are you thinking of Darling?”  “Just how was forced at gun point to marry you. If I still refused would you have killed me?” “Not right away, you are with child after all.” “You mean children. So, what is it, if you can’t have me than no one can?” She asked him this, trying to keep her composer intact. “Exactly, plus this is your fate. Now come my gorgeous wife let us get some sleep.” “I know what your meaning of sleep is.” She say this as he forcefully stalks towards her and lifts her up throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Entering the bedroom he gently puts her on the bed and rips her clothes of leaving just her underwear. Caressing her breasts with the palm of his hands looking up at her for a reaction, he can tell that she is resisting him but doesn’t know why. “Why are you resisting your husband my darling wife?”  “You know why.” “Keep resisting and I won’t be gentle with you like I want.” He says this to her as he starts to lick, nibble and suck at her right nipple and play with the other nipple with his thumb.

He then traveled down her body leaving featherlight kisses in his wake. Once arriving at her entrance, he rips off her panties and inserted his tongue inside of her licking and sliding his tongue in and out of her. After deciding that she is ready for his cock because of the juices leaking out of her pussy he plunges roughly in and out of her until he slams into her one last time before releasing his seed into her. He repeated these two more times until she passes out from the stress and pain.

Back at Jonathan’s

Rodrick and I went over the printout and concluded that it never changed families it just changed hands within the same family. “Jonathan Look at this.” I called Jonathan over to us. “Well, I be damn, this is his handwriting, isn’t it?” “Yep, and there’s more. He didn’t buy the house he just made the house look like it has been sold so that we will stop looking for her.” I told him. “Ok, so we know where they are. Let’s call it a night and in the morning, we will discuss are finding with our father’s and make plans on her rescue.” “Fine by me, even though I don’t see anyone of us getting any sleep.” “Neither do I but we need to be well rested to save my sister from that dangerous man.” “Yeah, well I’ve been known to be a dangerous man myself; I can’t wait to get my hands on that asshole.” I said before turning on my heels and exiting the office to go to the wing that I share with Analina.

Once I got there, I opened her closet door and walked in, going right over to the last thing that I ever saw her in and took a whiff of it. (It smells just like her. Analina, my angel, are you all right? He hasn’t done anything to you. Waitt this is Draven we are talking about.) As soon as I thought that I sent up prayers to God hoping that he will answer me and save my angel.”  Leaving her closet I closed the door and headed for the bathroom after turning on the shower head and regulating the water temperature I undressed and got in the shower stall. Getting out of the shower I shut the water off and went into the changing room and grabbed a towel to dry off with. I went to my dresser and picked out a pair of pajama bottoms and climbed into bed. Laying there I realized that I was just going through the motions of everyday life.

The Next Morning

I went through the motions again while dressing myself and went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast, as I sat down, I noticed that John and my father isn’t in the room yet. “Jon, do you where our fathers are?” “In my office, I believe that they are discussing what they found out at the hospital yesterday.”  “Oh, then we should know something shortly.” He nods as he watches the servers come in with are meals. After being served my father and John walks In. “There will be a meeting in the office after we finish eating.” John let us know. As we finish up with breakfast one by one, we exit the dining room and head over to Jonathan’s office for the meeting. As we all get settled into seats my father begins. “As you all know I got a call from the hospital last night. I met with Doctor Lee, and it’s been confirmed that Ricco Chavez has died due to a gunshot wound to the heart.” (One of my worst nightmares has come true, losing a family member.)