Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
I gave it a yes vote because I was trying to appear as on-side as possible without making it look like I was kissing ass. These people had to take me seriously. Not only was I new, I was also the youngest partner.
When asked my views on it I’d replied that the right security in place to keep assets in and non-members out, it’d work for a satellite branch. As far as sending girls out to member homes? I expressed concern about taking assets off site.
The shortlist was then explained to me, as if Angel hadn’t already told me about her being on that list. Only exceptional slaves were on that list and only those assets would be considered for any off-site servicing of members.
This meeting, though?
It was the sort of thing that would’ve been fine to dial into. Two people did dial in, and their voices were on speaker. Their first names were spoken. Edward and Sylvia.
Sylvia mysteriously dropped off the call half way through and the meeting carried on after an attempt to reconnect her.
All this?
It was an excuse to party, take part in excess hedonism, and exert our power as Kruna partners, trade stories over how powerful, wealthy, and autonomous we all were.
It wasn’t my scene, even with the sex slave stuff aside, if I’d been serious about remaining a partner with these guys in anything, I’d have sent Stan Smith in my place. I didn’t need to take part in this pissing contest. No wonder Pop hadn’t come around in years. I didn’t fuckin’ like these guys. At all.
You’d think Joseph Lucas had some redeeming qualities on the surface but his eyes lit up around the slaves like a junkie about to get a hit. He was evidently part of their crowd, not part of mine, despite how he seemed.
Delgado was a sick fucker, a game player. Outside of this world, he and I would’ve been enemies. Knowing it was his connections that got my wife’s sister sent to Romero? I wanted to make that sick fuck bleed.
And one thing was certain; the stuff that had been gotten via wire the last few days would be usable to that task force. The shit that’d been said around the wires? Gold to them.
I was hoping they’d do their thing with leaving our names out of it, my wife never having to see a witness stand. Somehow.
Maybe if it wasn’t lookin’ that way, we’d fuck off and change our names.
Tommy and I had talked about that possibility enough that we were prepared for it.
I left Angel in bed that morning, after we had breakfast together, watching cartoons. She laid on my belly and I played with her hair until I had to go.
“You wanna watch something else?” I asked.
“Why? Are you sick of this?” she asked.
“No, not at all. You like cartoons. I don’t mind.”
She’d nodded, “They remind me of a simpler time.” And then her face changed and she winced, like she shouldn’t have said that, in case someone heard. I kissed her nose and held her close. Until I had to go be with those fucking scumbags again.
The plan was that the next day, we’d go meet up with Zack and from there we’d hopefully go home with them having enough to take this place down. Without further involvement from us.
When the meeting was over, there was a lunch with more listening to these fuckers try to show how big their dicks were.
I fetched Angel to bring her to the dining room. Before we left the room, my phone buzzed with a text.
It was Zack, telling me I could leave any time. He and that taskforce shithead Randall wanted to meet with me ASAP. He asked if I’d come to Chon Buri City a day early or if I was staying until the following day.
The sooner I could get me and Angel out of this joint, the better. But if I left early, how would that look?
And more importantly, what had changed with the task force?
I didn’t say anything to Angel about it. She was quiet today so far, subdued. We hadn’t had a chance to talk about her father’s name on that plaque. I didn’t want to go back to the beach again. If we were there constantly, they might get suspicious and try to find a way to listen to us out there.
She was dressed in a pretty blue dress the color of her eyes, her hair straight and in a ponytail. She and I went to the dining room and had lunch with the other partners. A few had their slaves present, on the floor. I took my assigned place at a table with a bunch of partners I hadn’t spent much time with yet. More assholes. More bragging. More pissing contests.
Delgado, Lucas, Chen, and Shaw were all mysteriously absent. I didn’t like it and did my best to not show it.