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Warning: Adult language, adult situations

Chapter 62: Tuesday, August 20th, 2000-2100

Miami Rangeman

Dickie's POV

I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Terry and I were sitting in the kitchen with our latest mark when suddenly, guns were drawn, and badges were being produced. The dumb bitch allowed us to be set up by the feds. I'm not even sure how they found out about our little operation. Usually, Terry is great at finding the feds. There were a couple of other times that they tried to infiltrate our little operation, but Terry discovered them before they could do us any harm.

But now, that bitch got sloppy. I mean, what the fuck? She is constantly harping on me, telling ME that I do things without thinking, that my actions are going to get us caught. However, it is HER actions that have caused the feds to arrest us. I know that I need to save myself. I learned that much from my short-lived marriage to Stephanie Plum. She tried to get everything from me, my house, my car, my money, my pension. I couldn't give her any of it, and I still can't. Why doesn't she just get with the fucking program?

Terry, she is my cousin and my family, but right now, I want nothing better than to get my cousin alone and beat the shit out of her. How dare she allow us to be betrayed like this. As if having the feds arrest us wasn't bad enough, but it seems that the feds are working with Manoso and his thugs. Once they got the cuffs on us, they walked us out of the house and into two waiting SUVs. I'm trying to think of the different defenses and strategies that I can use to get ME off from the charges presented. I will not support Terry Gilman any longer. I only hope that we can somehow make our trip to the islands. I know that there is a prime shark bait territory off the beaches there. Easy body disposal.

I need to think back over the last few months. I must try to determine what information they had on us when we started to get sloppy. Things were going great. We were slowly eliminating those who were too outspoken about our services, getting them to stop talking. For most of them, a simple visit and blackmail threat was enough to have them shut their mouth, but a few of them in Miami started getting too antsy and powerful. How were we to anticipate that several of them would end up working together though they were part of different companies?

Once the Miami contingency started talking, we knew we needed to start cleaning the house. The first few robberies were enough to keep those clients quiet, but then a few needed more persuasion. I don't understand why Terry was so pissed off when MIB started raping the women. I mean, it got the message across and made them toe the line. We told him about Ron Martine and his big mouth. Ron was looking to give all the information he uncovered about our little operation to the feds, to get us to shut down, for no reason whatsoever. We aren't doing anything that horrible. We are providing a service that matches those individuals who want to become parents, be parents. Many of our clients have had several miscarriages, and the thought of going through another one is enough to have them seriously consider adoption.

They also wanted an American baby. We gave them what they want. We have plenty of American babies who need a home away from the druggies and whores who gave birth to them. We are giving those kids a better life, we shouldn't be getting punished for doing something good.

Cobra has always had things under control. He never deviated from the plan in the past. I don't know why he is suddenly interested in running the show. In his quest for power, he has cost us millions upon millions of dollars. We've spent too much time cleaning up his messes recently. The rapes were a good addition. Nothing sparks fear or make people talk as quickly as raping them or their women. I still can't believe the girl is Manoso's kid. It is really a shame. She is a great piece of ass. She is still a little too young for me, though. I prefer them to be at least eighteen. You know, making sure your bitches are legal helps to prevent unwanted lawsuits. I will keep an eye on her because I wouldn't mind tapping that ass in a few years. Now that she's been broken in, I know she'll give me whatever I want.

I know Terry never understood what draws men to Stephanie Plum. She wouldn't be able to understand, as Terry is vain and shallow. Stephanie is not drop dead gorgeous. She is rather plain looking, and her hair is horrid. However, when she looks at you, giving you her genuine smile, it causes men to melt. She used to look at me like I was the only man in the world. Her eyes bore into your soul, then she would bite her lower lip and give you that innocent expression of hers, and I would be hard instantly. Plus, she has a decent body. She's on the taller side, and she's slim, so gowns and dresses always fit her well. Her chest could be bigger, but if we had stayed together, I would have taken care of that problem. I had just about convinced her to have her hair chemically straightened, so that was no longer an issue either.

Then, I had to be stupid and fuck Joyce in our house. I didn't plan it. Up until that day, Terry was the only woman I fucked outside of my marriage, and we kept our activities a secret. No one knew then, and no one knows now. If they did, well, we'd both have to leave the state permanently. That day, I had gotten home early. I realized that Stephanie was still taking her birth control pills, and I wanted confirmation before I spoke to her that evening. We had talked, and I thought we were trying to start a family, but if she was still on the pill, then she wasn't giving us that opportunity. I was ready to be a father, and politically, it was the right move at the right time.

I opened the door and went straight to the bathroom. In Steph's makeup case, I found the pills. I was upset and livid. The doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Joyce was there, waiting on our doorstep. She stopped by to deliver an invitation to a big event from a major law firm. I took the invitation from her and invited her into the house. I'm not quite sure how it happened or when it happened, but before I knew it, Joyce and I were making out, and then I was fucking her on our dining room table. It was at that moment that Stephanie came home. I tried to explain to her that it wasn't routine, that I was angry and hurt, and lashed out at her to punish her, not that I didn't love her. But she didn't want to hear any of it. Before I knew it, she was serving me with divorce papers. I saw my political aspirations go up in smoke. That's when I decided to screw her over. I know she thinks she sucks in bed, and while she wasn't very adventurous, she was a decent lay. I know that if we stayed married, I could have expanded her horizons in the bedroom.

Now, I was being punished for my stupidity. I knew getting involved in this business venture with Terry was stupid, and would be bad for me. But instead, I allowed myself to be led by my dick instead of my brain. I swear, when Terry is fucking me, I'll agree to almost anything. I glance up when I feel the car stop. I see that we are pulling into an underground lot of a building. I see only black vehicles, mostly SUVs, but I spy a Porsche, a Lamborghini, and a Ferrari. The Ferrari stands out the most because it's white and a convertible. Shit, we're in Ranger's building, not the cop shop. This is not going to be good. I know that I must do whatever it takes to save my hide. I can't be concerned with Terry and her issues. Right now, I need to make sure that I'm taken care of. If that means that I need to flip on her, I will do so in a heartbeat. Jail is not the place I want to go to. I purposely stayed away from the Family business because I didn't want to end up on the wrong side of the law. I was a fool with my former partners and was a suspect in illegal operations, but I was cleared of all involvement. Now, though, I am knee deep in shit.

Our captors, the FBI, lead us into the building, following two of Manoso's thugs that I recognize from Trenton. We are led to a series of holding cells. One door is opened, and I'm shoved in. Two men follow me in, frisking me once again, checking for weapons. One of them, a guy with teardrop tattoos, squeezes my junk.

"Estefania's lucky she got rid of him. Poor girl probably never got off on this pathetically small dick." The man said with a thick Spanish accent. "I think this is the smallest dick I've ever encountered on a grown man."

He mimed to the other man the size, separating his finger about four inches, then indicating that it was thin, too. I was angry. I know that I'm not the most well-endowed man, but I never heard any complaints before.

"I think my son has a bigger dick." The other man, one of the FBI agents I knew as Eric Wilson said. When they concluded that I had nothing on me, they left me alone.

I look around my cell, noticing that it looks more like a low-end office than a jail cell. There's a toilet in the corner with a sink, a heavy looking couch, and a cushioned seat on one side of a table. Everything seems to be bolted to the floor or walls. I sit on the couch, planning my course of action. I will admit to everything I know, as long as they give me immunity. I will even recuse in open court if I must. All I know is that I can't go to jail. I will certainly be disbarred if I go to jail, but I might be able to keep my license if I strike a deal. That's what I'll do. Fuck Terry.

I'm not sure how long I'm waiting, but soon I hear a knock on the door. I glance at my watch and notice that it's after eight. Someone opens the door, and I watch as one of the FBI agents walks into the room with a second person, who I am presuming is also FBI and Ranger. What the fuck is he doing in here with them?

The first FBI agent is probably in her late thirties, with straight brown hair that is shoulder length with bangs. She has brown eyes and a strong nose. The second guy is older, maybe in his sixties, with a mustache and goatee and graying hair. One of Ranger's thugs is carrying in three folding chairs for my visitors. Once that person leaves and the door closes once again, the agents speak.

"My name is Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, and this is SSA David Rossi, and Lt. Col. Manoso, who is assisting us in this investigation. You are Richard Orr, known as "Dickie." Is that correct?"

"It is."

"Have you been read your rights, and do you understand them?"

"Yes, I have been read my rights, and yes, I do understand them," I reply. Now, to get the thug out of the room.

"Agent Prentiss, I would like Manoso to leave the room before I talk to you."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Orr, but Lt. Col. Manoso stays. He is part of a special joint task force between the FBI, MDPD, TPD, and Homeland Security. Lt. Col. Manoso has the clearance required to be privy to our discussion."

Huh. Lt. Col. My ass. He's a thug through and through. "In that case, I'll exercise my right to remain silent."

"That's fine with us, Mr. Orr. We'll just go ahead and talk to Ms. Gilman. I'm sure she'll accept the deal we are willing to offer." Agent Prentiss says before getting up to leave. Agent Rossi and Manoso follow suit.

"No, wait, I'll talk to you. But first, give me the conditions of the deal." I respond. I know better than to agree to anything without hearing the terms first.

"Well, Mr. Orr, we are willing to give you immunity on the kidnapping, human trafficking, conspiracy for the burglaries in exchange for your confession. Also, we want to know all the players and how deep this little operation goes."

I consider what she is telling me and go over the charges in my head. I think that covers everything, so it's a good deal. I want to sign to the terms first, though. I want to make sure they don't renege.

"I'll take the deal, but I want to see it in writing first, and I want to sign an agreement to those terms. Then I'll tell you everything I know."

I watch as they look at each other. Then, Agent Prentiss speaks. "Give me a moment to get the paperwork together. Then you can sign the agreement. We're doing this in good faith. You do know, that if you give us any false information or leave out any details, your agreement will be null and void."

"Yes, I do," I state.

The skirt leaves the room for a few minutes, then returns with a document. The agent places the document in front of me, and I carefully read its terms and conditions. Once I am satisfied with what is written, I initial in all the proper places and sign the document. I watch as Agents Prentiss and Rossi both sign. Prentiss then places it in her folder, looking oddly satisfied.

"So, Mr. Orr, can you tell me how your illegal adoption service started."

"Well, Terry Gilman's uncle is the head of the local mob in Trenton. About ten years ago, one of his whores got pregnant. She carried the baby to term but overdosed a month later. There was no one to take the child. Terry knew of a friend and her husband from when she was in college who were unable to conceive. She offered them the child. They agreed to adopt the child. I drew up all the paperwork, and we went to court to make everything legal. It was easy since Terry was the guardian for the child, as stated in the mother's Will. It was at that moment that we both realized how much money we can make by becoming adoption brokers. We tried to go at it through legal channels but kept getting turned down for various stupid reasons. Finally, we decided to venture out on our own. I knew the legal system and the documents that would be required to make the adoption "legal" while Terry knew how to procure the children. Together, with our accomplices, we adopted out over sixty children since we started."

"Who are your accomplices, and what are their roles?" Agent Rossi asks.

"Connie Rosolli, who helps procure children as well as provide transportation. Officer Jack Follet, with TPD, Officers Brayan Diaz, and Anna Carlton, both with MDPD, who help with the transport of the babies and care of the mothers. Dr. Alex Murphy, a pediatrician, Judge William Giudice in Trenton, and Angela Bernardi, a clerk in Trenton's adoption office. Also, Jimmy Scottie, who works for Rangeman Miami, who has been assisting us with the burglaries."

They asked me how the process worked, and I explained everything we did. I was responsible for completing all the legal documentation and filing it in court. All the adoptions are technically legal, though they are still illegal. The women never signed away their rights, but considering all but two are dead, it doesn't really matter.

"Why did you start blackmailing the people here in Miami, then eventually, ordering them to be killed?" Agent Rossi asks.

"They started asking questions. The Winstons somehow got wind that their children's adoptions were legally gray. I later discovered that Ron Martine had told then that the process they went through was not correct. I could not anticipate that someone in Goodwin's office would have adopted a child legally. Somehow, Ron recognized Terry when she went to smooth things over with Goodwin, and he contacted her. It was at that time that we decided that we needed to get rid of those who asked too many questions. However, we never ordered the families to be killed. We only told Cobra, whose name is Manuel Gallego, to get rid of the men. I don't know why he went off on his own."

"Let me get this straight, Mr. Orr. You ordered Mr. Gallego to kill Ron Martine and Winston Goodwin." Agent Prentiss asks for clarification.

"Yes. I also ordered Cobra's team to rape the wives. It would be a good way to find out what the men knew and who they might have told before killing them." I state, confident that immunity would keep me free from any repercussions from my confession.

"I think we have all the information we need. Mr. Orr, you will be transferred into custody where you will stand trial for conspiracy to commit murder, for accessory to murder in the first, for the deaths of Ron Martine, Rachel Martine, Joselyn Martine, Ron Martine Jr., Winston Goodwin, Amelia Goodwin, and Emma Goodwin."

Agent Prentiss is listing more charges, but I'm not hearing any of them. I can't believe that I forgot about the murder charges! How could I be so stupid? I admitted my role in everything. I will be going to jail, I will be disbarred, all because I had to listen to my dick instead of my head. Fucking Terry. She has always been a problem.

A few moments later, I am alone once again in my prison. I hear the door open and watch as none other than my ex-wife walks in the room, followed by Manoso. She's dressed head to toe in black, wearing clothes that say "Rangeman" on them.

"Dickie," She says.

"Stephanie," I reply.

"Why? Why did you fuck Joyce on our dining room table? Why did you steal babies from their mothers? Why did you conspire to have me killed? Didn't you do enough damage to me when you left me penniless after our divorce, sticking me with all the credit card bills and your school loans? Why do you still need to hurt me?" Stephanie asks.

"I fucked Joyce because she was there. I didn't plan it, I never stepped out on you before that day. I saw you take your birth control pills that morning, and I was angry, hurt, and upset. We agreed to start trying for a family, and there you were, still taking birth control so it would be impossible for you to conceive. I went home early to check to see if I saw the right thing. I was planning on confronting you. Then, Joyce came to the door, delivering an invitation to that party, and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, I was fucking her. I guess in some way, I was trying to hurt you for hurting me, but I did love you, and I never meant to hurt you.

"I took those babies to give them a better life. All those kids are living with wealthy, generous, stable parents. Their birth mothers were drug addicts or whores. Those kids are better off where they are. When you filed for divorce and shared my infidelity with the world, you killed my career. I was no longer able to become a partner in any of the law firms that I was applying to. No one wanted me. I was scum. I would never be able to run for a political office. You ruined me and my future. I figured having you pay the bills would be enough for us to be even. I will never make the kind of money I should have made or have the lifestyle I deserved because of you. Now, that you are shacked up with that thug, you have everything you ever wanted.

"Finally, Terry asked me to help her get rid of you. She wants Joe. She needs Joe to give her the image she needs, much like I knew you'd give me the image I needed. That way, we would be able to continue with our relationship without anyone knowing."

I watch as Stephanie puts together what I just told her. I see the moment she realizes what I said. "You and Terry? How long have you been fucking your cousin?"

"Since we were about fourteen," I tell her.

"Dickie, you are even worse scum that I ever thought you were. I don't know what I ever saw in you. I don't know why I ever allowed myself to be talked into marrying you. You have hurt me in more ways than you will ever understand. You used to force yourself on me, force me to have sex with you. You never respected my boundaries. You never tried to find out why I had those boundaries. I didn't want to bring a child into a home where I felt I wasn't loved. By the time we got married, I had been raped twice. Once when I was a teenager, and then I was gang-raped in college. Whenever you tried to force me to do what I didn't want, I'd go back to my rapes in my mind. That's why I couldn't do those things, but you didn't care. You never sought to find out why I was crying, or why I was so scared, you just took what you wanted, scarring me further. You are a pathetic excuse for a man. You deserve to rot in jail for everything you did to me and those other women. You and Terry deserve each other and belong together. I hope you are both happy."

I watch as Stephane gets up, practically running towards the door. She reaches Manoso, throwing her arms around his neck and placing her head on his shoulder, I watch him effortlessly lift her, bridal style, before opening the door. The door closes behind him, and I swear I hear him tell her he's proud of her. I am insanely jealous that that thug gets to have her, but I know I made my bed. Fuck my life.

TNTCE

A/N: Well, my lovely and gracious readers, this is the last chapter I have written on this story. I have more outlined, now I just need to find time to write it during the next few busy weeks. I will not be posting to this story on Wednesday...I'm hoping for Friday, but no promises. However, I do have a one-shot that will be published on Wednesday. It is a stand-alone, quasi-sequel to "Someday" that I think you will enjoy. Please be patient while I try to flesh out the ending of this story. I know what I want to happen, and I know what the ending will be, but I can't write it the way I want it right now. I have started to write chapter 63 numerous times, and keep scrapping it because the voice isn't right or the words are not expressing what I want to express. I am working on it and will try to update at minimum weekly. Once I get on a roll, I'll have several chapters written quickly, I just need to get on the roll. I will finish it! I hate unfinished work and I will not do that to you all. If you see other works being published, it's because sometimes I need to get other ideas out of my head before I can continue on this work. While not my longest work, it is the most complex, with a lot of characters and loose ends that need to be tied up (or left hanging) before the sequel. I think I may write something else before I start the sequel. I know you want "Spring Break" but I'm not sure I'm in the right mind-set for that story right now. Please keep the reviews coming, and please don't criticize or hate the delay. Muses are fickle. The loss of my flash drive a month ago started off this bump, and I haven't been able to get back on track. Sorry!

As always, thank you, Susan, for being a wonderful beta. You rock!