Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
“I don’t trust anyone else to take care of this but you. And you’re not driving back. The plane will bring you home. The pilot has the info already. He should be contacting you soon. You just need to time it the way we planned.”
“Oh, okay, that will work.” I hung up the phone and went back to my computer. He’s right, we’re playing it a bit close, but it was the only way to do it. I don’t want Gianna here for the final showdown between Felix and Becky, but if I move her mom’s things out of storage too soon, it might alert Felix, who seems to go there every other day. This way, she’d be long gone by the time he realizes, by the time he reacts to what I have planned.
GABRIEL
“Hey, your guy just moved a shit ton of cash in the last few days. I traced the transfer to an account that has been open in his daughter’s name since she was about three months old.”
“Oh really!”
“Yeah. Not only that, but from his movements, it looks like he’s tying up loose ends almost like he’s preparing to go away or something.”
“Ok, thank you.” I sat back and smiled after hanging up the phone with one of dad’s people who specializes in financial forensics. I’ve been keeping my eye on Felix this whole time, watching his movements listening in on his calls to get a feel for where his mind is at. He had no idea that Becky had been attacked and was in the hospital until I made sure that one of the women she’d tried so hard to befriend knew about her circumstances.
Of course, word had already got back to him that she’d been staying in a motel, and then once she was moved to the homeless city, I made sure those same women were made aware. Just to up her embarrassment and add insult to injury, of course. The fact that he showed no interest, not even to ask how she was doing, was good enough for me.
I’ve been playing him like a puppet on a string, using his mind against him and calling the plays even before he made them. Because I had a pretty good idea where his mind was at, I put things in motion and have been keeping an eye on his business dealings. I know that if it were for Gianna alone, things might not have changed, but for him, the thought that he’d failed his Adrienne would be too much for him to bear, and I exploited the hell out of that shit.
I made sure in the last two weeks that those women pulled no punches reminding him of the things that Becky and her daughter had done to his kid right under his nose. Their disdain was just more salt added to the bleeding wound I’d opened. A daily dose of reminders, added to the fact that he now knew what she’d done to his wife, is more than his weak mind can handle.
I knew this but did not care. Why? Because he still didn’t give a fuck that he’d screwed his daughter over royally, he only cared about what had been done to his wife. At least, that’s the way I see it. It’s because I was able to see all of this unfolding behind the scenes that I was able to put my final plans into action.
I had to give it a lot of thought because he’s the only parent she has left. But when I think about it, he doesn’t deserve her after the shit he’d done, so fuck him. My methods are harsh, almost inhumane, I guess, but he doesn’t deserve better. Now I’m sitting here thinking about my next move.
I could step in now, stop him from doing what I suspect he’s about to before it’s too late, but why should I? In life, there should be consequences for your actions, but because of her love for him, I’m not going to bury his dumb ass somewhere; that should be enough. Still, I’ll do him one last favor for her sake because maybe, just maybe, somewhere down the road, she might want to have a relationship with him.
I left my room and went in search of Pop. I’m going to need him for this part of my Op, and I know he won’t ask me any questions that I don’t want to answer. He’s too busy worrying about what I have planned once we land in Paris to care about much else. I found him in his office, reaming out someone over the phone. “Just a minute, son.” He held up a finger then pointed to the chair across from him.
I sat and listened with a smile as he coolly threatened whoever it was without raising his voice. If I were on the other end of that coldness, I’d give him whatever the hell he was after. “Good, glad we understand each other.” He hung up the phone and turned to me in dad mode. “What is it, son? You all packed and ready to go?”