by Nella Tyler
“Dad, can we talk for a few minutes?” I ask.
He turns from my mother’s embrace and looks at me.
“Can’t this wait?” he asks looking all grizzly in the face.
“Not really,” I reply.
“Well, it’s going to have to!” He yells.
“Dad, this is serious. We really need to talk about what I found during my investigation of the club members.”
“What, that one of the guys has a warrant out for his arrest or another guy jaywalked?” he sneers. “I don’t have time for this.”
“If you’d listen, you’d know that I found out some pretty interesting stuff on some of the guys in the club.”
“Trish, to be completely honest with you, I only gave you the ability to investigate the club members to get you out of the way of the real investigation.”
He looks away from me and doesn’t see the hurt in my eyes.
I take it on the chin and press further.
“I have information that could help. It’s definitely information that you, as the club’s president, need to know. Damn it dad, why don’t you just freakin’ hear me out?”
He senses my tension and says, “Alright, you have five minutes. Let’s take this into my office.”
He opens the door in a huff and I follow behind him, closing the door behind me. Sitting on one of the familiar chairs in front of his desk, I look to him for my cue to start.
“Alright, we don’t have all day. Tell me what’s so important, Trish!”
I take a deep breath.
“One of the members is selling drugs to the newer members,” I begin. He has a look on his face that says he’s immediately enthralled in what I have to say as well as angry.
“Who the hell is selling drugs to other members?” he queries.
“Boris Cardov,” I say. He takes a scrap of paper and scribbles some notes.
“What kind of drugs is he selling?” he pushes.
“Pot and pills, according to Pence and Spence,” I say.
“Pence and Spence?” he says as confusion sets in.
“Scott Pence and Spencer Nottingham,” I tell him, stifling a chuckle.
“So, Frick and Frack told you that Boris is selling pot and pills?”
“Yeah, basically,” I say, trailing off.
“We’re going to need to call a meeting of the club’s officers and see how we’re going to deal with that,” he says, standing and making a move toward the door.
“Wait, that’s not even the worst of it. You may want to hold off on that meeting.”
“What’s going on in the club that I don’t know about?”
“Ken Clayton has also been bragging to the guys about coming into thousands of dollars, but he hasn’t been more specific about when or where this money is coming from.”
“Interesting. So no one knows where this money is coming from? Like it’s just going to magically appear? He’s been bragging about it?”
“Yeah, he is even telling people to stick with him if they want to go far.”
“What in the hell is that all about?” he asks.
“I’m not sure yet, but I do know that he is so close to bankruptcy, so it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.”
“It sure doesn’t,” he says as I see the gears turning in his head. “Did he have a dead relative leave him a bunch of money or something?”
“Not that I know of,” I say. “It’s just interesting to me that a guy like Ken is going to be on the receiving end of thousands of dollars from the clear blue sky. Sasha was kidnapped and Ken gets money? It sounds fishy to me.”
“Are you accusing Ken Clayton of kidnapping Sasha? Tell me you’re kidding,” he grumbles.
“No, I just said that I think it’s fishy,” I say.
“I don’t see a connection there, I’m sorry.”
“Boris isn’t looking too good here, either,” I tell him.
“Are you saying that he had something to do with Sasha’s disappearance?”
“I just think that there is a bigger picture here that no one is seeing. Also of note is that both Ken and Boris won’t back up other club members when things get hairy. I’ve heard that from more than one member.”
Dad looks intrigued. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. The guys say that both Ken and Boris act like scared little rabbits and run off when the heat gets turned up.”
“Is that right?” Dad says looking perplexed.
“That’s what the guys tell me,” I say.
“Hang on a sec here,” he says, putting a hand up to stop me from talking.
He takes his cell phone from the top of the desk and dials a number. Into the phone, he says, “Mickey? Yeah, we’re going to need to setup a meeting of the officers. We’ve got a problem. Also, tell Boris and Ken to come out as well.”
Before he can finish giving his instructions, I throw my hand up to say, ‘Wait.’
“Hang on a sec,” he tells Mickey.
“I wouldn’t do that just yet. If they’re involved in Sasha’s disappearance, then we can’t let them know that we’re onto them,” I say in protest.
He nods in agreement and says into the phone, “You know what? Hold off on that for now. We’re going to dig a little before we confront these guys. Thanks, Mickey.”
He thumbs over the ‘end’ button on his phone and sits it back down on the desk. Looking to me, he says, “So, talk to me, Trish. What is going on here?”
“When I interviewed Ken, I asked him about his thoughts on Lester Samson,” I tell him.
“Lester Samson? Haven’t we been over this already?”
“I know that Rodney said that Lester was a good guy and a victim of circumstance, but what if he’s wrong? What if that was just information that was fed to him by his father?”
“Go on,” he says.
“I met Lester Samson,” I tell my father quietly and try to gauge his response.
“How did you meet Lester Samson?” He asks.
“I went to a bar on the outskirts of town and he was there with a buddy talking about a twelve-year-old girl with blonde hair.”
“Okay,” he says, trailing off as if to indicate that I can continue.
“That guy is a total freakin’ creep,” I say matter-of-factly.
“What did Ken have to say about Lester?” my dad asks.
“He said that Lester Samson is shady and he even called him a predator.”
“Shady and a predator? Well, let’s alert the media,” dad says sarcastically.
“I know you might not agree with this, but here’s what I think went down. I think Ken and Boris have something to do with Sasha’s disappearance and Lester Samson is somehow involved. Maybe they’re holding Sasha there at his house? Maybe Ken knew that he would be ratted out for bragging about coming into this money so he decided to throw Lester under the bus?”
“It’s a bit far-fetched, don’t you think?” He asks.
“Well, as far as I can see, we haven’t heard anything positive about Sasha or her whereabouts. We don’t have many leads and the sheriff’s department isn’t doing much, so we have to really look at every possibility, don’t you think?” I plead my case.
“You are right on the money there. If nothing comes up, then we’re in the same boat we’ve always been in, but if it turns out that you’re right, then we have leads to go on.”
I smile. My father trusts me to see the bigger picture here and to figure out what is going on.
“I can look into this further, but for the time being, I wouldn’t let anyone know that we’re sniffing around these guys.”
“Good point, kid,” he tells me assuredly.
“We need to look at Lester closely and talk to him to see what he knows,” I tell him.
“Yes, but didn’t you say that you already met him?”
“Yeah, but it was a dark, seedy bar. I’ll change my hair and makeup around and he won’t even know it was me.”
“Alright, take Rodney, but only go if you’r
e sure you can pull this off. I’ll have my cell phone at the ready if you need me. Also, when you get his address, call me so I know where you are.”
“No problem. I’ll call Rodney and have him come with me, so that way Lester won’t be thrown off at all. Rod did say that Lester was a decent guy, so maybe we’re investigating a ghost, but at least it’s something.”
“Yes, it’s definitely better to be safe than sorry, Trish.”
“I’ll let you know the address and give you the details when we get ready to head out to his place,” I tell my father.
He stands up and says, “Good work on this, Trish. Sorry I didn’t listen to you sooner, I’ve had a lot of things on my mind. I’m worried about your sister and Missy has been breathing down my neck like I should let her know every step we’re taking. She’s worried and I get that, but she’s driving me nuts.”
“It’s all good, I just wanted to give you the information I had so that we could talk this out. I didn’t intend on coming here and accusing Boris or Ken of anything, but when we worked through everything, it only made sense.”
“What made sense?” he asks.
“That the money that Ken was bragging about was probably kidnapping money.”
“Then we really need to get down to who is paying him off and what Lester’s involvement is, if anything. Are you sure you don’t want me to go?” He questions me.
“He’s an older guy, dad. If you go, you’d probably give him a heart attack.”
“Alright. I want this all to happen quickly. Maybe you and Rodney can go first thing in the morning. Talk to this Lester guy and see what the deal is. If you have any suspicion that you’re right about his involvement in your sister’s kidnapping, get the hell out of there.”
“Yes sir,” I say, caving in to his demands.
“Well, your sister is already missing and I don’t want you to end up disappearing, too.”
“You got it, dad,” I tell him. I feel warm and animated at my father’s trust in me.
I spring up from my seat and head up to my bedroom. I shut the door behind myself and text Rodney: “We have a lead.”
“We do?” he texts back rapidly.
“Yeah, but you’re not going to like it,” I text back.
I await his response, but my phone rings instead.
“What are you talking about?” Rodney asks me.
“Maybe I should come over there so we can talk about this in person?” I say.
“Sounds good. See you in a few?” he says back.
“Cool, see you in a few,” I tell him.
I hit the ‘end’ button on my phone and stash it in my pants pocket as I get up from my bed. I walk out of my room, down the stairs and stop when I reach my father.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” he asks.
“To Rodney’s place so we can talk about this stuff,” I tell him.
“Oh, alright. Don’t forget to get me that address when you know it. I don’t want to wait and wonder where you are, Trish.”
“I won’t forget,” I assure him.
“I want to know when you leave for Lester’s, too,” he tells me.
“You got it, dad. No worries. We are going to be just fine, I promise.”
“You better be. I don’t want to have to go over there and kick that old guy’s ass and then Boris and Ken’s, too.”
“I know. I gotta run. I’ll be back later on.”
“Alright kid, have fun.”
I make my way out of the door and hop onto my bike out in front. I zip on out of our street and take the winding dirt roads to Rodney’s place. Once there, I notice that we are not alone. Justin’s bike is out front next to Rodney’s motorcycle. I park mine in the row of bikes and head up to the door.
I knock on the door several times before I hear a rumbling from inside. I hear the door unlock and Rodney looks at me with a smile.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he says.
“Hey, babe,” I tell him.
“Come on in. Justin’s here, so we’re going to have to go upstairs to talk.”
I can hear a laugh coming from the other room. Justin mocks Rodney’s language.
“Talk, yeah right!” he teases us.
“What are you, five?” Rodney asks him rhetorically.
“Almost,” Justin says with a chuckle.
Rodney takes my hand in his and leads the way to his bedroom upstairs. Once we are inside, he closes the door and listens to the entire place for a minute. Suddenly, newscasters are blathering on downstairs loudly.
“Alright, we can talk now. He turned the television on,” he tells me.
“Dad wants us to look into Lester Samson,” I begin.
“That old guy? Are you sure?” He says.
“Yeah. There is a feeling I can’t shake about his involvement in all of this.”
“You think Lester Samson is involved in Sasha’s disappearance, but why?” He presses.
“I know that you said Lester is a good guy and all that, but I feel there is something deeper going on with that. Firstly, where did you say you got your information from when it comes to Lester?”
“My father told me about him a long time ago, before I even met you,” he says.
“Ahh, I gotcha,” I say. “I was just curious because the Lester I met gave off some pretty creepy vibes.”
“I can assure you that he’s not some cold-hearted monster,” he says with a smile.
“You know what? I hope you’re right, but I have this sinking feeling that something is up with this guy.”
“Then we will check him out. When do you want to head out to his place?”
“Dad says we should go in the morning. It’s too late now.”
“Got it, we can leave first thing. Did anything else come up?” he asks.
“Yeah, I also suspect that somehow Boris and Ken are involved,” I say.
“Wow, they’re in deep, huh?”
“Pretty much. Everyone I asked told me that Ken is coming into a big payday, but no one knows where the money is coming from.”
“So you think he’s getting a payoff of some sort?” he questions.
“Yeah, if I connect all of the dots, it feels like Ken and Boris kidnapped Sasha and are possibly holding her at Lester’s place. The money is for the kidnapping,” I regurgitate the details from my talk with my dad.
“Are they that bold to kidnap the boss’ daughter?” he asks.
“They could be, if there is enough money in it for them.”
“Boris is selling drugs out of the club, too,” he tells me.
“Yeah, I found that out from Pence and Spence.”
“Got it. Well, it won’t hurt to get out there and ask ol’ Lester a few questions in the morning, would it?”
“No, not at all. But the question remains,” I say tracing his lips with my index finger.
“What question is that?”
“What are we going to do to occupy ourselves until the morning?”
I give him a sly but sweet smile and he pulls me closer.
I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck as he whispers, “I’m sure we can think of something.”
He presses his lush, soft lips onto my neck and it sends quivers down my spine. His cologne is tantalizing and makes me want to undress him where he stands. I lean my neck back as he pays it some attention with a lick here and a kiss there.
I reach my hands directly to his jeans and I undo his top button. I can feel the heat between us rising and I have to have him right now. I unzip his jeans and pull them down to his ankles. He rests his sexy butt on his bed and I take his jeans completely off and throw them to the side.
He sits there on his bed, in his bulging boxer shorts and t-shirt. He looks ready for anything. I kneel down before him and bite my bottom lip as I take his white and blue checkered boxers off of his body. Sliding them down, I steal a glance at his manhood. He’s huge and erect.
Without hesitation, I cast his boxers to the side of his bed and wrap
my hand around the shaft of his penis. He leans back and closes his eyes. I take him in my hand and massage his stiffened cock up and down slowly and gently.
He lets out a groan and I continue with the hand job. His eyes are shut and he’s enjoying every minute. I move my body up a touch just so I can hover my warm mouth over his erect member. I exhale deeply and he flinches.
“That tickles,” he says with a huge grin on his face. He leans back even more and keeps his eyes shut.
I massage him up and down and then I put my wet tongue on the tip of his cock. He shivers in response, but tells me, “Ooh, that is awesome.”
I wrap my tongue around the tip of his penis, licking it relentlessly. When he appears to not be able to take anymore, I bury his shaft inside of my mouth until I feel like I could gag on it.
I suction his manhood in my mouth and move my head up and down slowly. He wiggles a little in his spot on the bed and he readjusts himself so that he’s sitting up a little more. With one hand behind him to support his body, he uses the other one to guide my head.
He entangles his fingers into my hair and presses me gently into the rhythm of bobbing up and down. I move my head up and down in a faster motion and he sits up more.
He scoots himself to the edge of the bed and sits up fully. He runs his fingers through my hair with both hands and uses them to put me where he wants me.
I move my head up and down over his hard cock as he moves me in his own rhythm. I take all of him inside of my mouth and he smiles the entire time.
Minutes pass with the same quick movements and his body stiffens. His grasp on my head is tight and he tells me, “I’m coming.”
After a few more bobs up and down while sucking hard, I can feel the warmth of his liquid hitting the back of my throat. I swallow every last drop until he’s spent and can give no more.
He lays down on the bed and looks breathless and out of energy.
“That was amazing,” he says without getting up. His t-shirt is still on, but his abs are peeking out from the shirt. His lower half remains uncovered and I bask in the sexiness of his hot body. His body is perfectly chiseled and his manhood still hard.
I arise from my kneeling position and sit next to him on his bed.
“Hungry?” I ask him.
