Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“You want to go ahead with the deal?”
“I want my problem solved. You offer something no one else has. I don’t care where your people find their staffing, I just care that they bring it in like you said. Under budget and without the usual bullshit.”
“Done.”
“Put us all together in the same room next week. You name the place.” There’s a pause, then, “One other thing… Is Jamie really your daughter?”
That question hits me hard in the heart.
In my deviant mind, yes, she’s my daughter. She’s also going to be my wife and my fucktoy until the end of time. But, until I can get her far away from here where we can never look back and no one will ever come looking for me or mine, I need to play this out right.
“Naw. She’s nobody. Just a girl for hire. I don’t have any family. Or friends. It was all business.”
“I respect that. You played that well until you decided to nail your fake daughter up against the window.”
“Yeah, well, I live dangerously. Next week we’ll put the ink on this deal and you and my people can take it from there.”
I hang up and call Zeneli, my heart thundering with each second until he answers.
“We’re set. Next week, get your people ready. I put you guys together, what happens from there, it’s on you.”
This is it. I’ve got an ace in the hole and everything I never knew I wanted is falling into place. Now, I just have to keep Hannah on the down low until I can get us out of here. I hate that she’s suffering, thinking I was going to leave, but right now that’s working in my favor. I’ll take that flight myself, get our new life set up, fly back, finalize the deal between Glover and Zeneli, shake hands, disappear with my daughter—and her sister if she wants to come—and fucking live happily ever after in paradise.
Simple. Right?
Right?
A crackling voice on the plane’s intercom breaks through my lusty Hannah daydream. “The seatbelt sign has been turned on,” the flight attendant announces as the small commuter plane jostles in the turbulence. “Please return to your seats.”
There’s a bump and a few concerned yelps from around me but I’m focused out the window at the gray streaks of clouds. Leaving Hannah has me twisted in a way I could have never imagined before two days ago.
Eating is impossible and I thought drinking would settle me, but it only heightened the crushing fear that she’s back in Vegas alone. Sure, this is the right play, but sometimes doing the right thing is fucking hard.
My trip to Cayman has two goals.
First, I have land and a house there. I visited once, right after I received the signed deed from a lady I semi-conned into ‘selling’ it to me in a classic old tax evasion grift. She was a thirty something drowning in generational wealth and most of it was going up her nose or into her veins. I never even fucking touched her, and a week after I took ownership of the property, she took a dive into her backyard pool and never came back up.
Turned out, she didn’t treat her little teacup poodle very well. I didn’t like that.
No one ever questioned her signing over the property to me and aside from one visit to put my eyes on it and set up some ongoing services, it’s just been sitting. Same as it was when she owned the place. It’s crumbling, it needs some work before I can move Hannah in, but the foundations are all there. It’s a solid property on a large plot and it will be a home we can love.
There’s a flash of blue out the window, then it’s quickly enveloped again by the angry sky and the plane lurches to the left. A few carry-ons tumble out of the overheads and a woman is crying and praying in Spanish in the row behind me.
Turbulence in a small plane like this always feels like the end of the fucking world to the nervous or inexperienced. I barely notice, my dick twitching as I think of sleeping tucked inside Hannah’s constricting canal. She was so knocked out, she didn’t know I slow fucked her while she slept, delivering another thick round of spunk onto her cervix. From there, I left my dick in that paradise. Then, I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, I woke up to that fucking note and knew I had to get things straight and quit fucking around with my life.
So, besides the property and the house, I’ve got cash in a numbered lock box at the bank as well as my anonymous numbered other accounts. I need to make sure all those funds are accessible when we arrive. I can’t get her down here then have no way to keep us safe and living in the manner in which she deserves. It also allows some distance between us in case anyone catches a sniff of a connection.