The Billionaire

by Jordan Silver

  “Fine I’ll leave you to it then, I have to find an all night bookstore my wife wants decorating magazines or some shit.” I walked away and out into the night air.

  Epilogue

  We spent weeks afterwards cleaning up the mess those two had left behind. That’s when we found out we’d only touched the tip of the iceberg. The filth ran far and wide and by the time we’d scraped the bottom of the barrel we’d unearthed names of dignitaries and high ranking businessmen and women not only here but abroad. The most horrific thing I think was how far back the shit had gone. We’re talking a century or more here. The fuckery read like a Victorian novel, maybe something people would’ve read to their kids to put fear in them and keep them in line. Only this shit wasn’t a story, this was real. Pages upon pages of documented records of the atrocities one class had perpetrated on another for almost two hundred years. At least that’s as far back as we were able to go.

  After the initial rescue when I’d finally been able to go visit the children and see what kind of state they were in, we’d said fuck it and just went ahead and got the others out immediately. Seeing that shit firsthand shed a whole new light on the situation and my team assured me they could get in and out without loss of life to any of the children we were rescuing. Blossom had wanted to come but again I held firm on that. There was no way I was letting her get anywhere near this shit. Some of the young girls had atrocious injuries. Wounds that because of their placing you knew right away what had caused them. Like the one child who’d been tied up like a dog since her captivity, her poor little wrists were rubbed raw almost to the bone. I couldn’t bear the stories that the psychiatrist dad had brought in had to share. Things she’d recorded because it was all going to be used in the media and the courts when I got through exposing these assholes. I’d had to put that off for a minute as well. Couldn’t very well do it so soon after having their blood on my hands, that might raise all types of suspicions.

  I spent those first few days between home and the safe house. I couldn’t forget in helping them that she needed me just as much. We’d had a small private ceremony for her father who she didn’t get to see in the closed casket. I didn’t want her seeing the fuck without a face. I’d identified him by what was left of him only to reassure myself that he was really gone but there was no way I was letting her see that.

  We were finally able to concentrate on her pregnancy for the first time as well. She no longer seemed to carry that haunting fear from before. She never once asked what had happened to the two men but I’m pretty sure she knew. I picked that up about the third time she hugged me out of nowhere and kissed me long and hard before saying thank you and walking away.

  When the story did finally break on the six o’clock news weeks later that shit went national in a matter of hours and from there it just took the fuck off. It became an international issue within twenty-four hours. People were scrambling to find their asses. Anyone who’d ever had any association with the two men were back peddling like an Olympic gold medalist in the final stretch. Everyone was suspect. Of course the big guns came down from Washington, they wanted to know where Carla had gotten her information, since they were now into trampling the rights of people’s freedom of speech I’d made sure to cover both our asses. I fed her a lesser evil so to speak, one of the elite that had been a part of the sick fuck network of pedophiles. Only I made sure that when she tugged on that string the senator and the doctor fell right into her lap. For all she knew I only knew about the tycoon I’d thrown her. I did that protect my wife. It had taken me a lot of maneuvering and bullshit to be able to tie everything up neatly without her name ever coming up. I had to leave out her father’s name in the end; there was no way to implicate him without getting her involved but that was a small price to pay.

  Everyone was searching for the two missing men. Of course it’s widely believed that they’re hiding out somewhere so the news reached to every corner of the fucking earth. I’d protected the children by keeping their names out of the public eye. Those who decided or whose families decided to tell their story had the option if they so chose but no one could get near them. Whistler had tied up the estates in so much litigation their families had been only too happy to settle with the victims. In the end they just wanted it to all go away. The world did not take the buying and selling of children into sexual slavery very lightly. There was damn near a witch-hunt in Washington, everyone was watching everyone else and as was to be expected there was a lot of finger pointing going on. I’d given Carla the copies of what we’d found and held onto the originals of course. We had a list of names on there of men who I was sure thought they’d escaped because their money and names had shrouded them but these fucks would soon be visited in the dead of night. There was about to be an outbreak of something deadly among the world’s elite. Couldn’t make it too bloody though I’d like to cut their fucking heads off. But that would definitely raise some questions.

  I kept my wife isolated from it all, those first few days I dedicated to making sure she was healing properly in body and mind. We found her a doctor that was a nice fit for both of us. She’d agreed to have the sessions in house so Blossom could be comfortable in her own surroundings and I made sure I was always on hand in case things went south and she needed me. The children we’d brought back were once more with their families. In the end we were lucky enough to save most of them but some were already long gone. I kept that truth from her as well she didn’t need the heartache.

  Jason had had a hard few days of it then too. We’d spent many nights after Blossom had gone to bed talking. He’d hated his father for what he’d been a part of but the child in him had still borne that natural love of a child for a parent. He refused any talk of a shrink and I didn’t push but made sure I kept on top of him, watching for any signs that he would spiral downward. The men had taken him under their wing and it wasn’t long before he fancied himself some sort of security force. As long as he was no longer losing sleep over the necessary destruction of a monster he could call himself superman for all I cared.

  Things were finally quiet now almost a damn year later. Somehow we’d kept her name out of all of it which had been my only concern. After we’d buried her father she seemed to have put the shit to rest. She’d wanted to go through her old home for any mementos she might want to keep and I’d let her. Now she had little pieces of her mom throughout our new home. She wasn’t hiding and crying anymore, these days she was too busy driving my ass up the wall for that. Between the two of them it was like a three ring circus around here. I spent most of my time during daylight hours feeling like a fucking school principal but the nights, well let’s just say her sensuality hasn’t waned. In fact pregnancy seemed to amp that shit up a notch or two.

  She loved sex, loved spending hours on end under me; some nights we’d go at it until early morning when I’d finally have to call a halt lest she hurt herself. I fell in love with her pregnant body, she was ripe and round and so fucking sex that just watching her walk across a room could get me hard as fuck. Jason was very attuned and would make himself scarce usually after rolling his eyes at me before heading for the nearest exit. I wasn’t too worried about his living with us curbing my enthusiasm. Nothing was ever going to be allowed to do that shit.

  Fuck sometimes I could be in the middle of a meeting with the team going over strategy or some fuck and I’d catch a look of her on the monitor moving from room to room and I’d excuse myself and go drag her off somewhere to fuck. Then the bigger she grew the bondage and toys came into play, sexiest fucking thing ever. That shit made me want to keep her knocked up all the time. She just seemed so vulnerable and womanly then, and her body, damn. Just the thought of it was enough to make me shoot off in my pants.

  On the other hand when she wasn’t under me or over me she was getting into shit with Jason, and the amount of shit these two could come up with boggles the mind. She has no fear these days none whatsoever and that shit scares the fuck out of me. It’s a
s if she’s trying to make up for her missed childhood, trying to fit all that she’d missed into each day and now she has a sidekick to help her out. Her security team have their hands full that’s for sure. My wild child gives them a run for their money and then some. Sometimes I dread hearing the report of their exploits, which I only get when the men think she’s done something to put herself in danger.

  I’m headed home now to see what the hell they have waiting for me. At least things had been quieter since the new additions but not by much. They’d just found new ways to torment my ass.

  I came through the door of the home she’d made for all of us and headed straight upstairs taking the stairs two at a time. I found her just where I expected her to be. Standing just inside the doorway I watched her, my heart full of love and admiration. She didn’t turn though I knew she knew I was there, she always knew. “Give me one.” I walked in and stood over my girls, all three of them. We’d had twins, Dana and Jenna. Dana was asleep but Jenna picked her head up as soon as she heard my voice. She wanted daddy to pick her up but first things first. I leaned over my wife and took her mouth, reacquainting myself with her taste. “Hmm, I needed that.” I took the baby from her arms as I stood bringing her to my shoulder. They were a little less than two months but already they ran shit.

  Everyone bent over backwards to cater to their every need. There were times when I’d have a bad moment as I watched them. I’d imagine the life their mother had led, how much of this had been denied her and it hurt my heart. But Blossom was the complete opposite she reveled in the fact that our girls would have what she didn’t. She didn’t seem to be holding onto the past as much as I did. I think it’s because she never had time to dwell on shit. After the dust had settled somewhat she’d been too busy fixing up our home and running roughshod over poor Jason who she bossed around and fussed over like a hellion. He usually tried hiding behind me to get away from her shit but I just gave him up. He needed it, they both did. He was the one good thing from her past and I was happy that she had that at least.

  I learned more and more in those first few months just what the kid had gone through to try saving her. He tried to play down his time on the streets living out of garbage cans, moving from place to place so his crazy ass father didn’t find him. Taking rides with strangers that sometimes weren’t much better than the animal he was trying to escape. I guess his build had saved him a time or two from unsavory fucks. He shied away from that shit more but I read between the lines. He’d always have a place in our lives because of the sacrifice, plus his being here was just what she needed and I was grateful. That’s when I didn’t feel like killing his ass. The kid is a fucking menace.

  “Where’s your brother?” She gave me one of her guilty looks, which meant that either one or both of them had been up to some shit she knew I wasn’t going to like. “I think Jenna already knows you see how she just picks her head up whenever you walk into a room?” Uh huh, I know my daughters no one has to tell me shit about them they’re both daddy’s girls through and through. But I also know my wife and right now she’s stalling. That’s okay whatever it is that she’s done I’ll just take it out of her later.

  The sex has been phenomenal just here lately. After her six-week checkup a few days ago I’ve been in her as often as I looked at her, no change there. That natural sensuality of hers is even more enhanced since the babies came. I think it’s because giving birth awakened her to her power as a woman, because there’s no way I was ever doing that shit. Fuck me; I almost ended the fucking doctor and half the hospital staff during her labor. No one warned me that that shit would be so gruesome. If my men hadn’t been out in the waiting room on guard duty I probably would’ve turned bitch and puked my guts out.

  She was scared, screaming and crying all at the same time, all the things that were a big no no. The only time I like my wife to scream is when I’m fucking her so good she forgets there’re other people in the house. I have security all over the fucking place these days because I’m never sure if one of those fuckers that I’d burned in that sting would ever find out I was involved and seek retribution. Plus I wanted her to feel safe at all times. And like I said I was fond of taking her down whenever the mood struck, sometimes the bedroom was too far away. But that night her screams had been of a whole other nature. It’s not easy for a man to watch his woman in that much fucking pain and not be able to stop it. Afterwards when they’d placed the girls in her arms she’d acted like that shit hadn’t just happened while I’d still been fucking traumatized.

  “What did you or he do this time baby?” Just then the culprit came through the door into the nursery. He went first to Dana who was asleep in her mother’s arms and kissed her head before coming over to do the same to little Jenna who was nodding off on my shoulder. He’s a very proud uncle and one of the many people I have to fight to get some time with my kids. He’s grown a good foot in the last year and eats like a linebacker but he’s still a boy with a boy’s heart. He’s in school and doing well there, curious about every fucking thing under the sun. A son any father would be proud of until he started encouraging my wife in her shit.

  “What have you been up to Jason?” He looked back at her and then back to me with a guilty look on his face before answering. Shit. Well at least he’s not in jail or dead so whatever it is I can probably handle it. I walked over to the crib to put my little girl down for her nap. “This one’s asleep. Okay give it to me straight.” I eyeballed both of them while standing in the middle of the room. “Uh you know that car all the way at the end?” I held the bridge of my nose as I waited for it. “What did you do to my Atalante boy?” Please tell me he hasn’t found a way to fuck up an eight million dollar car.

  “What’s the big deal it doesn’t even run? But uh, I think I might’ve done something to it.” He held up his hands and stepped backward away from me and out of the room. “You I’ll deal with later.” I pointed at my wife as I headed out the door for the garage to see what the fuck the kid had done to my other baby. A man has to have his toys, mine just happen to come in the shape of classic cars. This particular beauty was built in nineteen thirty-seven and was one of only a handful made at the time. Yes it didn’t run anymore but so what? It’s a thing of beauty.

  I found him sitting in the driver’s seat with a stupid look on his face. “I wonder how upset she’ll be if I kill your ass?” He grinned and I gave it some serious thought until I heard the engine start up. What the fuck? I walked over as he hopped out. “I fixed your piece of crap.” I looked at him and then at the car in amazement. There’s no way he could’ve fixed the shit; the dealer said they didn’t even carry those parts anymore, hadn’t since the fifties or some shit. “What do you mean you fixed it, how?”

  “Well I went on line and looked up the old manual, I found the engine on there and just took it apart and worked backwards.”

  “What do you mean worked backwards?

  “Well I had to figure out what made it work in the first place so I could see what stopped working.” I didn’t understand fuck that he was saying but that didn’t stop me feeling like a proud father. “Ash wants to drive it.”

  “Uh I don’t think you can just take this baby out on the road they have laws for that shit, I’ll have to look it up. Besides she has a car, or three what does she want with my baby?”

  “You do know your wife is stuck in the last century right, this is just her type of crap.” He’s right there, she does have some archaic views on certain things. Then again that makes my life easier in some ways.

  “I don’t think it’ll run fast enough to be road worthy.” I walked around the car running my hands over it. The kid had shined it up too.

  “Uh about that, I kinda did a little tinkering with it, it can go zero to eighty in a sec.”

  “Get the fuck out.” Now I want to drive the shit. “Wait a minute, no way, uh uh. This some new scheme you two come up with?” My wife as I’ve said before has no fear. She goes at life like there’
s no tomorrow, which is what I always thought I wanted until she got behind the wheel of a car. These days I always know when she leaves the house because her detail calls me at least three times in two hours when they’ve lost her or more like she’s lost them. According to them she likes to play chicken, speeding in and out of traffic to lose them. Except when she’s taking the kids somewhere, then I don’t get any complaints. The first time I saw her in action I’d taken her by surprise. She’d been driving home from shopping just a few days ago and I’d taken the afternoon off to spend sometime with my girls. I saw the little red rocket go flying by me and almost had a fucking heart attack when I pulled up behind her at the light two minutes later and realized it was her. I started to get out and get her ass but the light changed so I had the pleasure of following behind her with my heart in my throat. I didn’t dare call her because I was too afraid she’d kill herself if she answered.

  That was the first time I’d ever spanked her ass in anger. I’d been so scared and pissed that I’d barely given her time to climb out of her car before dragging her upstairs and pulling her over my knee. Of course I had to fuck her afterwards just to reassure myself that she was safe and hadn’t killed herself on the damn highway. So I’m not sure how much of a punishment it had been in the end.

  “You’re not driving that car.” It was later that night and it was time for bed. She was walking around the bed rubbing lotion into her hands, which was part of her nightly routine. Her hair was now down to her ass, some sort of side affect of the pregnancy, but I loved it. Gave me more length to work with when I’m hitting her pussy from behind. Her breasts are also another favorite of mine these days, like they needed any help. Now they’re fuller and filled with milk, which I’m not ashamed to say I partake of on occasion. In fact I’m about to enjoy some just as soon as I get the coming argument out of the way.