“Basically, yeah. We all know how you have a tendency to overreact, so we thought it would be best for it to be more of a surprise.” He shrugs.
“You three are un-fucking-believable.” I walk over to the girl—she stiffens when I get close but doesn’t back away. “I do like having a cute little pussy to play with.” Her breath hitches and she stiffens as I reach over to scratch the top the kitten’s head. “But that isn’t the kind I want to lick clean. Keep it out of my things or you’re both gone.” I give her a sly wink.
Ethan starts laughing but neither one of the girls find any humor in what I said. The girl just swallows hard and heads back towards her room, kitten in tow. Her juicy ass sways deliciously from side to side as she walks away.
I wouldn’t mind sticking my face between those newly well-rounded cheeks. I haven’t wanted to ask Sasha for any favors even though I’m growing tired of my own hand. She just doesn’t do it for me anymore and she’s entirely too clingy as of late.
This girl though, I’m not sure what it is about her, but it’s going to take every bit of my restraint to keep my hands off her—I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She may hate me before this is all over with and it might be for the best.
I shove the wandering thought of how she looks when she comes apart from my mind. She is my employee—not that it’s ever stopped me, but I plan on letting her go after this and I can’t have her catching any kind of feelings. Relationships are a no-no, and with her issues, attachment could go either way. I’m not willing to figure out which one it is.
My phone rings—it’s Vade. “Yeah,” I answer.
“Turn on the news, dickhead. The body Dr. Bennett staged has been found. They’re running the story that the remains of the missing girl from Whiskey Rivers have been found.”
I turn the TV on to hear the story. Nobody gives a shit about a missing girl from Whiskey Rivers, but it was important that the story be run publicly so anyone in connection with her father that might want her for an old debt would believe her to be dead and stop looking for her.
“Get down to the warehouse as soon as you can. You’re going to have to see this to believe it,” Vade says.
I point towards the girl’s room and the TV. Ethan flawlessly reads my cues and goes to get her.
“What is it? You finally learned to write your name with crayons and want to show me the macaroni art you made in Sunday school?” I head to my room, needing a shower before I go anywhere.
“I made an exact replica of my dick and signed it for you, I thought you might want to hang it on your refrigerator. Next week, I’m going to fingerpaint your secretary’s stink star and stamp it on your desk,” Vade retorts.
“Can I watch?” Sasha wouldn’t mind. She loves attention too much.
“If you’re a good boy and get here in the next hour, I’ll consider it.”
He can have Sasha. I’m done with her.
“See you shortly.” I click the phone off and head for the shower. I thought I would take the day off and go over the plan for the next several weeks with the girl, but it’ll have to wait until later.
Ethan and the girl are on the back porch playing with the kitten when I get ready to leave. I watch them for a few minutes before I open the door. It’s cute watching her play with the string. The kitten is kind of adorable too.
I don’t want a cat in the house, but I’m outnumbered.It’s temporary, when she leaves—the cat leaves.
Thanks to a huge classic car event going on this week, it takes me twice as long as usual to drive the ten miles to my warehouse. It’s one of my favorite and least favorite weeks at the same time.
As a big car enthusiast, I love seeing the hot rods from all over the country, but I hate the traffic and it will get worse as next weekend approaches.
“What’s so urgent that I had to come right now? I planned on spending the afternoon harassing my hot new employee and now I have to look at your ugly ass. This better be good.” I walk towards Vade who meets me inside the front door of the warehouse. We never meet outside, all conversations and interaction happen beyond the doors—away from any potential prying eyes.
“I’ve got a hostage held in the cellar that might be of particular interest to you.” He gives me a curious look, which in turn spikes my own curiosity. I follow him through the labyrinth of tunnels downstairs to our interrogation room.
Vade smirks as the surprise registers on my face when the lights turn on. A small-framed woman sits in the middle of the room, strapped to a chair with her hands tied behind her back. Her head is slumped forward; she’s still knocked out from whatever he’s given her.
“Where did you pick her up at and more importantly, why was it necessary?” I look from Vade to the woman.
It’s the mother of the boy I let go to prison a few months ago for getting my shipment of guns taken down by the Coast Guard. I figured last time I encountered this woman wouldn’t be the last, but I never expected this.
“Marcus left on a delivery to Houston this morning. When he stopped to get fuel, he noticed her at the gas station with a male in the passenger seat and three drugged-out young girls in the back.” I look at him wide-eyed. Seems as if Mommy Dearest isn’t the innocent matron I thought she was.
“What about the guy that was with her?” I’d like to have a little talk with him—man to man.
“He ran. Marcus decided bringing her in and rescuing the girls was more important than running after him.”
Bummer. I’ll have to get Ethan to hack into the gas stations security feed asap.
