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Warning: Adult language, adult situations, tissues needed, smut
Ranger's POV—5 years later
My life has been Hell for the last five years. The government forced me to stay in Colombia, to marry the daughter of the target, because he had a lot of information we needed. Somehow, I gained his trust and his daughter's eye. She wanted me, and he wanted his daughter happy. I had to stage my death, stage a letter to my Babe, to keep my cover, and to keep my life. They allowed me to sneak into Arlington the day my Babe, my family, and my friend buried Ricardo Carlos Manoso, and I saw my Babe and my daughter. My daughter, another child that I don't know. How I wanted to be a better father this time around. I realized I made a mistake the moment my Babe's hand went to her neck. She sensed me. Then she collapsed. I'm glad that my cousin, Lester was there to support her. I hope she's happy.
I married Consuela de la Teja one week after my death. She was seventeen at the time, half my age. I had to consummate my marriage and cheat on my beloved Babe. I had no pleasure in the act; I only followed through to maintain cover. I'm taking special drugs to decrease my sperm count. I don't want to father a child with Consuela. She's an innocent in these games. She's not unattractive, she's quite beautiful, with long, dark brown hair that is almost black, expressive brown eyes, and a magnificent body; but my heart belongs to Stephanie. Had I never met Stephanie, I'd be glad to marry Consuela and have her, but I have my Babe.
I think back to our wedding night.
Flashback
Consuela was eager and apprehensive about having sex, as she was a virgin. Her father, in no uncertain terms, told me that I better keep her happy, and make sure that she is never wanting anything, including intimate relations. We return to our room after the celebration, and she stood before me. She asked me what to do. My heart was breaking for this innocent girl. I told her to slowly undress. She unzipped her dress, slowly bringing down the dress off her body, revealing her curves. Her breasts were impressive, at least a C or D-cup. She had on a corset under her dress and white panties. I felt my body react, but my heart wasn't in the act. Her eyes were pleading with me, hoping to satisfy me. She was well aware that I was double her age and had a lot of experience. I removed my shirt, socks, and pants, standing before her in my glory. She looked at my body, eyes growing wide when she saw my manhood. She was a small woman, barely five three. I know she was concerned. I knew I needed to be gentle with her, but I wanted nothing more than to bang her and be done with it. I walked over to her, kissing her neck, her breasts, her body, but never her mouth. I put my mouth on her core, but she didn't taste as good as Stephanie. I place a finger inside her, feeling her cum instantly. I continued to prime her with my fingers, adding additional fingers until I had three inside her, stretching her so she'd be ready for me. After her third orgasm, I entered her. I push her over and cum with her, but not as hard as I normally do. I pull out of her and lie next to her. She thanks me being gentle and kisses me. I return her kiss without enthusiasm. She puts her nightgown on and climbs under the covers. Once I know she's asleep, I go into our bathroom to take a shower. I need to wash her scent off me. As I'm showering, I think if my Babe, my beloved, and I immediately grow hard again, not being satisfied with fucking my wife. I add some soap to my hand and begin to stroke myself, thinking of Stephanie and picturing her in my mind. I feel the blood pulsing through my body, into my dick, and I cum hard as tears flow from my eyes. "I'm sorry Babe, I'm so sorry. Dios, I hope you forgive me. I had no choice. I don't want this, I don't want her, I want you, and only you. I love you, Querida." I finish my shower and don a pair of boxes before climbing back into my marital bed with my wife.
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I have obtained all the information I needed to get, and my time here is almost over. Tonight, I need to kill my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and the rest of the family. Tonight I'm supposed to kill my wife. I decided on a fast-acting poison. I have an appointment at seven, so I can excuse myself right before they consume it. The cook is military, and we will be leaving together, at least that's what he thinks.
I finally escape the house and wait in the outskirts of town for a word that they are all dead. The word comes to me about ninety minutes later, and I leave to make my way home, not through official channels. I have an old contact of mine waiting for me in Bogata, ready to fly me into DC for my debrief. I leaked that the cook is involved, so he will be killed, leaving my escape clear. The big wigs will think that the mission is compromised and will leave me alone. I lay a false trail that I, Juan Villegas, is dead. There's a man who fits my description from the neck down. I decapitate him, throwing his head into the river where the wildlife will take care of him.
I arrive in DC in the early hours of the morning and enter the Pentagon for my debrief at 0600. I want to get back to Trenton, and back to my Babe. Dios, I need my Stephanie. After forty-eight grueling hours, the suits are finally satisfied with my statement. They stamp my file retired, honorably discharged. They order my death reversed, and give me back my name and my life. I return to my hotel to rest for a few hours before I start the drive to Trenton, to my life, to my Stephanie.
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Author's Note: I decided to be nice and post Chapters 4 and 5 back to back. For those who have read my other stories, you should know that I can't kill off Ranger! That would be too cruel. Please continue reading and reviewing. Only three more chapters to go.