Thanks to everyone who is reading. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I appreciate the PMs and reviews. They help to encourage me to keep going and give me great ideas!

Fair warning, I am changing the description to include ANGST! Also, this story is rated M for language and smut. This chapter is pretty sexually explicit. If that offends you, do not read!

Thanks to Jen, my incredibly devious beta who has the most amazing ideas for plot twists and turns!

Bold section from Chapter 11

Lester printed out the photos, and added them to Tom's folder. Tom slid across typed statements and had us sign them. They were just formal versions of what we had told him the day before- where the marks came from and what had happened during the traffic stop with Joe.

Tom had agreed that the filming should be legal since Joe was clearly aware that the SUVs contained recording devices. He was just packing up his things and getting ready to leave when his cell phone rang. He answered it and gave us an incredulous look as he listened to the caller.

We all stood, anxiously waiting as he hung up the phone.

He ended the call, shaking his head, and turned to face us. "That was the TPD," he started.

Chapter 12

I sucked in a deep breath and clung to Ranger's hand. Please don't let them be charging Ranger with something. Please don't let them be charging Ranger with something.

"Detective Morelli has dropped all charges." He finished.

I could feel my eyebrows draw together in confusion. "I don't understand. Why would he do that?"

Ranger's face looked tense. "Because you asked him to."

My eyes widened. "But I didn't really think he'd do it!" I shook my head. "Why even take me in if he was just going to drop the charges?"

Ranger stood still, his mouth set in a grim line. "I don't know, Babe, but we'll figure it out."

Lester spoke up. "Well, he doesn't know that we figured out what he did with the dashcam. He's probably trying to make you feel like everything's back to normal. Like you can trust him again."

I shuddered, and Ranger looked down at me. "You know you can't trust him, right?" he asked.

I bit my lip but nodded. I wished that things were back to normal. I wished that I could trust Joe, but I knew that I couldn't. His actions in the past few days had proven that.

I looked up at Tom. "So what do we do now?"

Tom shrugged. "Well, for now, we just sit tight. I'll keep records of all of the evidence that we have here, including your statements and the photographs. If Detective Morelli decides to reopen the charges at a later date, we have everything we need. Hopefully, though, this will be the end of it."

I nodded. I hoped so, too.

Tom shook hands all around and headed out of the conference room.

Ranger came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "You OK, Babe?" he murmured.

I sighed. "Yeah. I just wish I knew what Joe was thinking."

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Joe's POV

I had Big Dog put in the call to Steph's lawyer. I knew that Manoso and his band of thugs would be stumped by my move. They'd be looking for an ulterior motive behind it. But they wouldn't find one. Yet. Hopefully Steph would take it as proof of my love for her, and she would be willing to give me another chance.

Right now I needed to get a look at the evidence they had collected from Steph. Especially the photos and the rape kit. I knew those two things would help me to figure out what to do next more than anything else.

If I asked to see them, it may arouse suspicion. My best bet was to just take the evidence without anyone knowing.

For right now, the evidence was in Robin's office. She had been helping to sort and tag the pictures as well as document the rape kit. Because Stephanie had refused to press charges, the evidence would be boxed up and stored away. That was when I would collect it and reopen my own personal "investigation."

I didn't have to wait long. Just a few hours later, Robin tagged a box with the date and Stephanie's name. She put everything inside and logged the list of contents into our computer database. I waited until she put the box in the evidence locker and left.

It killed me to wait 15 minutes, but I didn't want it to look too suspicious if I walked in right after Robin left. I nodded to the cop who was monitoring the entrance to the evidence room and walked back. I opened Steph's box and pulled out the contents. I added them to a box containing evidence from a gang shoot out. That was my investigation, and it wouldn't raise any eyebrows if I were going through that box.

I stopped on the way out and filled in the form on the clipboard. I held back a smirk as I showed the guard the tag on the evidence box. He matched it up with what I had written on the sheet and waved me off.

When I got back to my office, I closed the door and locked it before I spread out Stephanie's evidence across my desk.

The pictures on top didn't show much. They were the closeups of her cheek and shoulders- the bruises that I had caused. I kept sifting down through the pictures. Why were there so many? The stack was several dozen thick!

I flipped to the middle of the pile and found myself looking at Stephanie's breast. It was milky white and firm, just the perfect size for my hand. Or my mouth. I felt my pants tighten as I looked at it. Then I saw the reason why they had taken a picture of it. There was a bright red bruise on the swell of her breast and another at the top near her nipple.

I dropped the pictures as if they were on fire and stared at them with hatred in my eyes. "Fucking Manoso!" I growled. He had had his mouth on my woman's breast! I wanted to punch something, wanted to turn my desk over. I felt like the Incredible Hulk. I could feel the anger building in me, just waiting for a chance to explode.

I forced myself to walk away from the pictures. I braced my arms against the wall and leaned my forehead onto the cool plaster. Deep breaths, man, deep breaths. I had figured that they had had sex before, and I was almost certain that she had let him fuck her last night. But still. Thinking it was one thing. Looking at the hickeys Manoso had left on her breasts was another. My heart rate slowed, and I walked back over to my desk.

I flipped down a few more pictures and let out a roar. This time I couldn't stop myself, and I flew into a rage. Before I knew what I was doing, my desk was tipped over, my chair was thrown against the wall, and I shattered a picture by throwing it against the door. The rage inducing photo laid in the middle of the mess- the tops of her thighs and her bare pussy covered in love bites.

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I sank back into the worn cushions of my couch and tipped back the bottle. Finishing the last swallow, I tossed the bottle to the floor where it clinked and joined a half dozen other empties. I let out a groan and wiped my hand across my face.

This had been one hell of a day! I had completely fucking destroyed my office. There was no way I could repair all of the damage I had caused. I had done my best to put it back into some semblance of order and then made copies of the evidence from Steph's case. I slid everything back into the evidence room and headed for home, picking up four six packs on the way.

Looking at them now, I slid the pictures around on my coffee table. These were my copies. Mine to keep. Mine to look at. The alcohol must have dulled some of the anger from before because I could now look at the pictures almost objectively. As if they were of a stranger instead of my Cupcake.

I picked up the picture of her hip. A faint handprint could be seen against her light skin. I popped open another bottle and saluted the picture. You must have been holdin' on and bangin' her pretty hard to leave a print like that, Manoso. I rearranged the pictures on my coffee table until I had almost reconstructed Stephanie's whole torso from her neck to her thighs.

When I saw the pictures laid out on the table like that, I let out a low moan. It almost looked like Stephanie was laid out on my coffee table, exposing herself to me. I stood up and tipped the bottle back with one hand while my other hand unfastened my jeans. I slid them down my legs and reached inside my boxers, freeing the boys. I looked at Stephanie's perky breasts, with her taut pink nipples. I stroked myself and looked at the marks covering her chest. Do you like that, Cupcake? Do you like it when I suck on your tits?

I rolled her nipple between my teeth, teasing it with my tongue and then biting down just enough to make her moan and tangle her hands in my hair. Fuck, that felt good!

There was a barely visible bite mark, just a shadow of one, by her nipple from where I had gotten a little too excited. I grabbed her hip tightly, squeezing her hard as I poised my cock at her entrance. I grabbed her hip and thrust as hard and fast as I could, making her gasp and scream out my name. That's it, Cupcake!

I bit her neck, licking and sucking, leaving mark after mark. Do you like it rough, Cupcake? Do you like to be my little whore?

I slammed into her over and over, making her cum for me before I exploded myself. Yeah, that's it. Let me cum in your pussy. That's a good girl.

I grunted and thrust again, coating the pictures with my cum.

I collapsed onto the couch and passed out, my dick still in my hand

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I groaned as I fought to open my eyes. I felt like I had been hit by a bus! My head was pounding. I looked down at my body. My pants were around my ankles, and my crotch was sticky. Both of my hands were swollen and bloody. The floor was littered in empty beer bottles. What the fuck?

I looked over at the coffee table and saw Stephanie's naked body laid out in mosaic form- pieces of her naked body fitted together like a puzzle. Fuck. I closed my eyes again.

I struggled to my feet and looked down at the pictures. Splotches of cum covered them. I looked down at Stephanie's pussy and smiled as I saw a particularly large puddle right next to her bare lips. She looked good covered in my juices. Too bad she never let me cum on her like this in real life. She always insisted that I wear a condom, even when I knew she was on the pill. There was only one time I had been in her bare. The Tasty Pastry. She had felt like heaven. So hot, so wet, so tight.

I stroked myself and grunted, remembering the feel of her. What I wouldn't give to cum in her pussy one more time!

At least I knew I was the only guy who had ever been inside her bare. The only guy who had ever spilled his seed in her. She and Dickie had barely been married a few months, and she had made him wear a condom until they could discuss other options.

I froze mid-stroke. She had said she might be pregnant. There was no way that she had let Manoso in her bare, had she? She had to be wrong. The rape kit.

I knew he'd fucked her. There was no way he'd left all of those marks all over her body without fucking her. I was willing to forgive her for making a mistake one time. For letting Manoso take advantage of her when she was confused after our fight. But he'd better have used protection. She'd better not have let him put his dick in her without a condom!

I grabbed the file folder and started flipping through the pages. There it was. The presence of semen detected. Fuck! I threw the pages across the room.

I looked at Stephanie's naked body, spread out before me like a slut on my coffee table. My hand automatically grabbed my dick. Was that what she wanted? Stroke. To be treated like a slut? Stroke. Did she want someone to mark her body and fuck her hard? Stroke. Did she want someone to pound her and cum in her pussy? Stroke. If she did, I would be glad to make that happen. Stroke.

I grunted and let go, adding another layer of cum over Cupcake's bruised mound.

TBC