Dark as Daylight Ch. 10

As the radio operators listened to the interplay, it was instantaneously forwarded to William, in White Sulfur Springs, West Virginia.

"What type of accent is that dad? What did he mean, 'We will always remember our father?"

"The accent is definitely Eastern European, and someone has an ax to grind with me, over their father. Whether they think I killed him, which I doubt, ruined his business, which is much more likely, or cheated him out of something, which I don't do, is up for discussion. We will have to find out who these people are before they attack and are killed. They have no idea what Alfonse has in store for them."

"We both know it's not going to be one-sided, don't we?"

"There will be blood spilled on both sides, William, but most of it will be theirs. I wish I could stop it before it starts. If it's only the money they want, I would start writing checks right now."

"Dad, you are brilliant. These guys are mercenaries. Let's say they're making $100,000 to make this hit tonight. Let's capture the guy on the roof. Find out what his father has to do with it, and if possible make it right. If it's not possible let's try to get to the guys who are going to fight. What would you rather do; die for $100,000.00 dollars, or leave the field of battle, give me all your weapons, and go home with $250,000.00 in cash, in your pocket. If they have 100 soldiers, it will cost us $25 million to end this thing tonight, in New York."

"Make the call William, tell Alfonse what to do. We want all the weapons William, not just what they are carrying on them."

"I'll take care of the dad."

"Why didn't I think of this before? They're using money against me. They're using money against the United States. They may be super rich, but they're not richer than we are. It's time to speak to the President again."

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"If I take him off that roof William, we lose our edge."

"If it will make you happy, sit there and negotiate from the roof. Alfonse, if this works no one gets killed, no one gets hurt, and everyone goes away happy. Well not exactly everyone, but the people we are trying to find. Maybe with more money behind it, we can find out who those people are. You have all the negotiating money you need working for you. You don't have to call to ask permission to spend more. Use your best judgment, and get this done. Make sure you watch them pack up every weapon, and have them taken to our secure warehouses on Richmond. If this works, you may be able to take a few days off next week."

"Days off, what are those?"

"Dad knows Alfonse, you've worked almost 3 months, without a break. He will take care of you."

"Does he miss anything?"

"He missed my birthday once."

"When was that?"

"It was when I was 2 years old. He was on his way back from Singapore. His airplane got hit by lightning and landed in Manila for repairs. Before they could leave, all airplanes were grounded, because of an approaching typhoon. It destroyed most of the airports communications and runway facilities.

He was able to get a private jet to bring him back, but it lost an engine and had to land at Honolulu to be repaired. He caught an American Airlines flight that took him to New York via Los Angeles, Dallas, and Atlanta. He missed my birthday by 2 hours. He was so angry with himself, it took days for him to calm down.

I didn't know what the big deal was; I was only 2, and I got a great present."

"Great story William, I'm going to work."

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"Rangel, don't move. If you look at yourself, you will see red dots all over your body. One false move and you're dead. Put your hands behind your head, and cross your ankles. I don't want to hurt you; I only want to talk."

He did as he was told because all he saw was red dots.

"How did you find me up here?"

"One of the limousine drivers saw something move and reported it inside. There are too many important people in there to let even the most insignificant report go unchecked. So here we are. What are you up to Rangel, and who is your father?"

"You heard everything?"

"We heard everything, and we checked everything out before we decided to talk to you. Apparently you mean some harm to Mister Zabo, and or one of his guests. We would like to stop it, before there is any bloodshed. Is there a way to do it, or is this a blood feud?"

"My father died because of that man. I can never forgive him, and neither will my brother."

"Good, so if we kill you and your brother this is over."

"Don't be an ass; we were sent here to wipe out him and his family, and were paid very handsomely to do it."

"So it's the money, and when I kill you, where are you going to spend it?"

"I had them send it to my sister."

"So your sister is wealthy, and you are dead."

"It would seem so."

"Did your sister get the money?"

"She should have by now. It's been 2 months since the contracts were signed."

"So the people you're dealing with are very honest, and you've dealt with them before."

"No, this is the first time I've worked for them."

"Here, use my phone, call your sister and ask her if she's a wealthy woman. You can delete her phone number after you make the call. I'm not looking for a way to take retribution out on your family, if this turns into a big mess."

Rangel called his sister in Romania and asked her if a deposit was made into her account, in his name, in the amount of US$150,000, in the last 2 months.

She laughed at him. "Brother, have you been drinking again?"

"Answer me Byrte, did you get my deposit?"

"Rangel, when I deposited my check 3 days ago, 627.62 Leu was my balance. I would have noticed if it was US$150,000 higher."

"I will call you back."

"How did you know they would do that to us?"

"There is no honor among thieves. You have no way to find them if you make it home. If we fight, that is a big if. If you don't get killed by us tonight, you stand a good chance of getting wounded. If you get wounded and don't go to a hospital to have it repaired, it could become infected. After a while, you will die from the infection. Regardless of what happens, you're going to die, because when you get back to Romania, the people that hired you are going to kill you, because you know too much about them and their methods of operations. They may even kill your sister, because you called her to find out about the money. When you call her back, tell her never to mention the phone call, or the money.

Now, how many of you are there, and can we make a financial deal? If we can, who do I have to talk to, and how soon can we start?"

"What about my father?"

"I don't know; what happened to your father?"

"He was a worker in a factory Zabo owned. The roof collapsed, because of heavy rain. Many people were caught inside, under the rubble. My father tried to help. The police and fire people said it was too dangerous to go in there. You could hear the people crying out for someone to save them. My father was one of the men who went in there and he got many people out. On his last trip in, another part of the roof collapsed, and killed him.

Zabo's company would not pay his death benefit. They said he disobeyed a lawful instruction by the police, not to go into a hazardous building."

"I'm sorry to hear about your father's death, and it sounds like he did a very brave thing. How long ago did this happen?"

"6 years ago."

"Christ. What was the amount that the death benefit?"

"US$8000."

"You and your brother are willing to die over the death of your father for US$8000. Are you out of your fucking mind? That's nearly minimum wage in this country, for one person, for one weeks' work."

"We needed the money to bury him."

"I'm sorry; 'Other Cultures', 'Other Rules.' Okay, I'm sure I can get you by that point. Is your mom still alive?"

"Yes."

"She will never have to worry about anything for the rest of her life: money, home, healthcare, car, anything; it will all be hers. If she needs anything at all, she makes a phone call. Okay?"

"Good."

"What about the rest of your people? How many are there, how much did they get to come here to attack Mr. Zabo, and would they be willing to go home, leaving all their weapons and explosives behind, for more than double the money they were paid to come here?"

"I will have my brother speak with the group leader."

"That's another thing, I want to speak to the group leader, face-to-face. I will hand out the cash to each man face-to-face. I want to make sure each one of them gets their share."

"When I tell my brother, our sister did not receive my money, I think he will tell the men in our group you are to be trusted, and not the others."

"Talk to him; the quicker this is resolved, the faster I can start getting the money ready at the banks, and for you to transfer your arms over to us."

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"$17 million, a home in the country for the mother, and the crisis in New York is over?"

"That was it William. They picked up the poorest guys, with some former military training they could find. They offered them what seemed like a ton of money, and trained them for 2 months. They were fed great food, and promised more work in the future, if they did this one well. Then they shipped them over here, to different ports of entry. They met in New Jersey, and rented trucks. The weapons were here. No one knows who purchased them. They just knew what warehouse to go to get them. They are first-class weapons, explosives, communications gear, and the same stuff they trained with in Romania. Then they showed them a very soft target.

If you're making $80 a week in a factory, in Romania, and someone offers you $150,000 for 4 months' work; what would you do?"

"I'm not going to argue with you Alfonse, but what happens if you're on the wrong end of the bullet?"

"All men are invincible, until that happens."

"Even you?"

"I wear my vest."

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4 A. Downstairs

"Wow that's big."

"I knew it was very big."

"Well, I didn't see it before."

"I told you it was big, but it's not big enough to kill you Audra."

"Yes, but I didn't think it would be that big. I'm afraid, look at the length of that thing. I'm sure that's going to hurt me."

"I don't care. I'm going to push, and push, until it's at its end."

"Don't push too hard or too fast, please. You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"I'm reconsidering. You should have listened to me. Now my pain has become yours. Sweet revenge, Bitch."

"Please, I'll try to be better, but stop calling me that name. I know I deserve it, but I hate hearing it."

"How many times did you make me cry, when I asked you to stop calling me that name?"

"Okay, I understand, you win. I know this is going to hurt like hell. Do you want to help me stretch first?"

"Oh no, I want you as tight as possible."

"You have grown up; I could talk you into or out of anything years ago."

"You don't want me to start by me pushing hard, do you Audra?

"No, please let me start by myself. I know this is going to hurt me."

"It's only a heated pool, how much can it possibly hurt?"

"You shaved me. You took the virginity of my pussy, my ass, and especially hurtful, down my throat. When the chlorine hits, it's going to burn like hell."

"I'm tired of your complaining, jumping in and start swimming. I'll be right behind you. If you say no again, I will spank you again, and your ass will hurt when you hit the chlorinated water."

Splash.

"Where are you Patsy?"

"What did you just call me?"

"Patrick, I asked where are you Patrick?"

"Tell me the truth, or I will make sure you never breathe again?"

"Please don't make me say the word that starts with the letter 'P'. It was an accident, I apologize. Where are you? I can't see or hear you. I don't swim very well."

"I'm right behind you."

"Why can't I hear you swimming?"

"I didn't say I would be swimming. I said I would be behind you, and I am. I am walking along the edge of the pool saving my strength so I can begin our next sexual round rested. I enjoyed the first one immensely. I loved your screams as I entered you the first three times. By your actions afterwards, I suspect you began enjoying sex, as much as I did. Didn't you Audra, didn't you enjoy me filling all your holes, especially tasting my semen? You could become addicted to it, couldn't you? Every time you see me, you could beg for it, wouldn't you? You're not answering me, and I'm getting tired of asking questions?"

"I promised I would do anything you asked, anytime you asked me to do it, even on my wedding night, in front of my husband. What more do you want from me Patrick?"

"I want you to feel as diminished as I felt, every time you called me that name in front of the other children. I want you to feel as I did while they laughed at me, as I cried. Do you know how horrible I felt, Audra?

I graduated college at 13 years old. I was brighter than anyone in our group. Yet all you had to do to make me cry in front of everyone was to call me that name. Get out of the pool. I'm so fucking furious with you right now, I wish my dick was three-feet long, so I could stick it up your ass, and lodge it in your throat."

"I can't erase the past Patrick, but anything I can do to make up for it; I will. Any time, any place, and in any way you want me, from this moment forward, I am yours."

"Let's test that theory, now. Put 2 towels on the floor for your knees, and one for your arms. Keep your knees together; your ass is mine."

Audra did as she was told without saying a word. When she was in the proper position, Patrick knelt down, lined up, and in one smooth continuous stroke, entered her asshole, until his hips touched her cheeks.

Audra's mouth was open, her eyes were screwed shut, and every muscle was taut. The intense pain, of the second invasion of the rear entrance to her body, was mind bending.

Without thought for her comfort, he began to stroke. Stroke after stroke, he went faster. His hands tightened around her waist, as he made sure not any part of him was left out of her. In his mind, he kept hearing that word, "Patsy!"

Then he heard a telltale sob of pain break through his reverie. He shook his head, returned to the present, and he felt like a heel. He was hurting her, and that was never his intention. His anger overruled his common sense, and she was paying the price. He slowed down, but did not stop.

He moved his hands from her waist, to her breasts, began massaging them. He began playing with her nipples, until he felt a shudder run through her.

He felt all the tension in her body leave, as he moved his right hand to her vulva, and began playing inside her warm, moist sex. He roamed around the outer lips, and rubbed his fingers with her moisture. The index finger of his hand slipped inside the valley, and began torturing her clitoris.

It wasn't long before he heard the cries of pain change to a cries of passion. There were long moans as she had little orgasms flow through her. They were thoroughly recognizable, from the hours he listened and watched porn on the Internet. At least it served some purpose.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes thank you, you were hurting me. You told me you wouldn't."

"I was very angry with you. I lost my temper, and I lost my head. It won't happen again. I'm going to help you cum again. When I'm ready to cum, I want you on your knees like last time; with you head back, and your mouth wide open. I am going to put my dick into your throat again, and cum in your stomach."

"Yes Patrick."

Patrick moved a 2^nd finger into her slit, plus his thumb and captured her clit between them. He squeezed.

She yelled.

He held on tight, squeezed, and twisted that little nodule as if he was going to tear it out of her.

She started screaming at the top of her lungs, and after she expelled every ounce of air she had in her lungs, she came; exploding out her body, every ounce of womanly fluids she contained, all over the towels and the floor beneath her.

As she regained her breath, Patrick began squeezing again.

'No, Patrick, Please, No!' Fluid flowed out of her again. She could not believe any was left in her young body. The intense, back to back, orgasms drained her of every ounce of energy.

She desperately wanted to lie down, and rest for a moment, but Patrick was not finished with her. He continued the onslaught of her ass, until he was ready to release his fluids.

"Audra get up. Lean your head back, as far as you can, and open your mouth and throat for me. This will be just like the last time, but you better not spill one drop."

"Okay, I'll do better this time. I know what to expect."

She staggered into position, on wobbly knees, until she was properly ready for her young master.

He slid into her mouth, past her uvula, and into her constricting throat.

She gagged, she coughed, and she tried to expel the intruder, but Patrick would not be denied. He pumped without pause, until he exploded deep inside the recesses of her throat. Burst after burst, his potent semen slid past her taste buds, and into her abdomen, until he was drained of his last ounce of fury.

As he began to withdraw, she clamped her lips around him, sucking him dry, and cleaning him in the process. She did not do this during her first attempt, and when a drip of his semen landed on her breast, her reprimanded her. She received a painful spanking for not performing properly, and although she had her usual, pain induce orgasm, she felt it was not worth it.

"You did very well this time, Audra, let's go to the bedroom and continue."

"Anything you say Patrick."

"I'm going to ask you a question. As my dad says, 'If you lie to me, I will know it instantly, and you will pay the price."

"When and why did you become a bitch?"

"You think this is going to be a very tough question for me to answer don't you? It's not; it's the easiest question and answer in the world for me.

I was 9 years old. I was attending a posh private school, utilized by very wealthy families, to educate their daughters properly. I wasn't the Queen of the May, but I was damn close. Then something happened, and I wasn't told what. One night, we left our mansion, hurried to a private plane, and left the country. We left most of my clothes behind, and I lost all of my friends. We went from very rich, to what I considered very poor. I went to a public school for the first time in my life. The children were dirty, and they wore rags. They began picking on me; the way I talked, acted, walked, ate, and dressed. Even as my clothes deteriorated, I was still better dressed than they were.

Finally, I had enough, and I turned the tables on them. Everything they said to me, I returned 1000 fold. When they left me, I made sure they were in tears. When they were crying, I felt as if I was "The Queen of the May."

"Enter, THE BITCH. Until we met today, I've treated everyone, including my parent's with the same disdain and hate, as everyone else around me. They never told me what happened, and to this day I don't know what is was. What I do know is your father pulled some very big strings to get my father and mother back into this country, without the threat of going to jail. In exchange, I belong to you. I bet that was the easiest decision they ever made."

"Do you want to know what happened, or do you want to let sleeping dogs lie?"

"I don't care what happened back then. I am an adult now. I am told I will have a bank account with enough money in it to live a wonderful life. I don't care if I ever see my parents again, because of what they did to me, and how they kept me in the shadow of their guilt. I'd rather be under your shadow, because I know what to expect from you. You promised you will never hurt me, and I believe you. If you want me to live with you, I will. If you want me to live my own life, and call me when you wish, I will. I am free, I am an adult, and I will make it my business to be happy. Thanks to you, I no longer have to be a bitch to be happy."