by CJ Roberts
“I have obligations, Kitten.” He swallowed deeply. “There’s a man who needs to die. I needed you…need—” He paused. “If I don’t do this now then I’ll never be free. I can’t walk away until it’s done. Until he pays for what he did to Rafiq’s mother, to his sister – until he pays for what he did to me.” Caleb stood abruptly, his chest heaving. He ran angry fingers through his hair and fisted his hands at his nape. “Until everything he loves is gone, until he – feels it. Then I can let it go. I’ll have repaid my debt. Then, perhaps…maybe.”
“I do, Rafiq. I do understand. For twelve years, my life has been nothing but our quest for revenge. I’m just tired, Rafiq. I’m tired and I want it to be done. I want him dead and I can’t wait for him to die slowly. I’m ready to move on,” Caleb said. It was the truth. He was ready to move on with his life and he wanted it to be with Livvie. He wanted what could never be.
Caleb stared at Rafiq; the man wasn’t well. His hair seemed grayer, his face harder, and his eyes lacked the slightest glimmer of compassion. In the entire time Caleb had known him, he had never taken a slave for his own. Trained them, yes – kept them, no. The fact he’d kept Nancy alive this long and broken her down so thoroughly spoke volumes about his mental state.
Caleb continued, momentarily resigned to his fate. “Have you no thought for me? Brother. All those years I spent as a whore? No one knows better than you everything I suffered. Did you never think I might want to forget? All those years of being your shadow, learning how to kill, and training whores for the very men who would have used me – did you never think I might want to just walk away from it and be…I don’t know! Something more!” Caleb felt as though a floodgate had been opened in his soul.
“I was finally going to show her she was wrong about me…”
“You are something more, Caleb. I made you something more. I made you a man. I delivered you! I made others quake in fear of you. Who were you before me? Kéleb! That’s who you were! A dog.” Rafiq slammed his glass on the end table near his chair and kicked Nancy over for good measure. Nancy’s sobs quickly filled the room, but she held her hands over her mouth to stifle them.
Pure, uncut rage thrummed in Caleb’s veins, and he’d never wanted to strike Rafiq so much. Only his thoughts of Livvie stayed his hand. Her life was in danger and it remained Caleb’s responsibility to keep her safe. “I know who I am, Rafiq. I know what I am. And I know I owe it all to you. You’ve spoken to me so much about loyalty, but only minutes ago you were willing to maim me to protect Jair, of all people. Where is the loyalty?”
“I told myself you couldn’t help yourself. I told myself something happened to you to make you this way, to make you as fucked up as me, but you’re even more fucked up than I am. And in the strangest corners of my mind I thought…”
Caleb remembered Livvie’s fear, her despair. She’d been brutalized by several men, beaten and bloodied. She had thought Caleb was her savior. Caleb was no one’s savior. He looked at Rafiq and saw the worst parts of himself reflected in the other man.
“That you could fix me? What’s more, that I could fix you? Well, sorry, Pet, I don’t want to be fixed.”
Rafiq leaned forward, the devil in his eyes. “We’ve known one another for a long time, Caleb. You understand how important this is to me. I won’t tolerate anyone interfering with our plans – not even you.”
“You ran. I went to collect my property. End of story. In two years, maybe less, I’ll have what I want – revenge.”
For Rafiq and Caleb, it had always been about revenge. It had been the only thing that had ever mattered. Not friendship. Not loyalty. Not justice. It seemed so trivial now, so small when weighted against the price: Livvie. “I want to kill Vladek and I want it to be the end,” Caleb whispered.
Rafiq let out a derisive snort and sat back. “This is about the girl, isn’t it?”
Fear quickened Caleb’s pulse. “No! This is about us. It’s about our partnership and how much it has always been weighted in your favor.”
“We proceed with the plan, Caleb,” Rafiq said resolutely. “You’ve overstepped your boundaries and taken advantage of the love I have for you for the last time. You’re tired and not yourself, and so I will try to forget the things you’ve said tonight – but I will not tolerate your disrespect again. Consider yourself warned.”
Caleb took a moment to regain his calm. He was tired and tonight could very well be the last time he and Rafiq talked as friends. Sadness crept in around the edges of his anger. “I’m sorry, Rafiq. I haven’t been fair. For twelve years you’ve looked after me when you didn’t have to, and I don’t want to sound ungrateful. I was an angry and willful boy, and it couldn’t have been easy to take me in. I would be dead if not for you…or worse. Forgive me.”
Rafiq seemed to soften. He sat back in his chair and thoughtfully eyed Caleb. “You’re forgiven, Khoya. Perhaps I wasn’t always kind or considerate of you, either. You’ve earned your keep and my respect.” Rafiq stood and poured himself another drink and tilted it toward Caleb. “Drink with me, to loyalty.”
Caleb raised his glass with some effort. “To loyalty.” The liquid burned his throat and sat heavy in his stomach where it met with his shame and conspired to make him retch.
“We leave the day after tomorrow. I’ve arranged for a pilot and a private plane to fly us home. It will be a longer journey, avoiding customs, but I don’t trust the girl. I’m not taking any chances. I’ll resume her training in the morning. I want to be sure she’s ready,” Rafiq said. He seemed in higher spirits.
Caleb’s heart sank. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to maintain control of her training until we land in Pakistan? She’s frightened of you, and it might prompt her to behave rashly.”
Rafiq’s brows furrowed. “You’ve coddled her enough, Khoya. It’s time she understood her place.”
“Have you thought about what might happen to her after we’re done with her?” Caleb asked while trying to remain respectful.
Rafiq smiled. “Ah! You do want her, then?”
“No, Rafiq. Not after Vladek has had his way with her. I’m only curious if you have any plans for the future.”
“I’ll leave it to you, Khoya. Consider her your reward for a job well done. When it’s done, of course,” he said with a smile.
Caleb offered a smile of his own, though all he felt was anger and despair. Caleb stood slowly and embraced Rafiq as he said goodnight. In his heart, he knew it was also a farewell.
“Will you miss me, Caleb?” Livvie put her arms around Caleb. He held her in place.
“Yes,” he said simply.
On his way back to his room, he ran into Felipe in the foyer.
“My, don’t you look serious tonight.” Felipe’s accented words brought Caleb to a halt. Felipe walked over to him and led him toward one of the temporary bars he had set up for the party the following evening. “I believe you could use a drink, my friend.”
Felipe walked behind the bar and poured them both a short glass of bourbon. He handed Caleb a glass and then lifted his, saying, “To a long life filled with love.” He drank and then set his glass down on the bar when Caleb didn’t reciprocate.
“I realize I owe you my gratitude, but I’m short on gratitude at the moment,” Caleb said.
Felipe smiled. “Yes, that was close.”
“Why would you help me?” Caleb asked, suspiciously.
Felipe shrugged. “I’m romantic. Also, I have no interest in having blood spilled in my home. Too messy.” Felipe’s expression turned quizzical. “What will you do, Caleb?”
Caleb didn’t trust Felipe. “Rafiq insists on taking over Kitten’s training. We leave the day after tomorrow. That should make you happy.”
“Hmm,” Felipe said and poured himself another glass of bourbon. “Rafiq insists on a lot of things, doesn’t he? He’s expecting a virgin.”
Caleb bristled. “What exactly is your relationship with Rafiq?”
“He says we’re fr
iends, but I’m not sure I would put it quite that way. We’re in business together. I’m surprised you didn’t know, or at least that you didn’t ask me sooner.”
“What sort of business?” Caleb asked. His curiosity was piqued.
“This and that – it doesn’t really matter, Caleb. I was only surprised you never asked the question. I suspect Rafiq never cared for questions. Are you truly going to give him the girl?” Felipe lifted an inquiring brow.
Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I don’t have much a choice, do I?”
“There’s always a choice, Caleb.”
“What do you want, Felipe? You say you’re in business with Rafiq – why are you so interested in me and what I’m doing?”
“Can I trust you?” Felipe asked with a smile.
“I’m trusting you to keep quiet about everything you’ve seen on your nasty little cameras. The most trustworthy relationships involve collateral.”
Felipe chuckled. “Well, I have enjoyed watching you. Why not take the girl and run?”
“What do you want?!”
“I want Rafiq out of my business,” he said as he swallowed his bourbon, “permanently.”
“I could kill you for saying that,” said Caleb.
“You could. Then you’d never know the truth,” Felipe countered. He sighed and waited for Caleb to reply. When he didn’t, Felipe said, “I’ve waited a long time for you to come forward to me with your past. I’d hoped we could be friends.”
Caleb stared across the bar at Felipe, stunned. “You know my past? Wait…no. You heard me on the camera.” He glared at Felipe with murderous intent.
“I know you were in Tehran. You never said that on camera,” Felipe said.
Caleb’s vision was blurry and his heart was racing. “Rafiq could have told you. You could have overheard our conversations.”
Felipe became gravely serious. “Collateral, Caleb. Tell me a secret. One you’ve never told anyone and could cost you your life.”
“Why the fuck would I, Felipe? You’re not making any goddamn sense,” Caleb growled. The world shifted beneath his feet, or so he thought.
“What I could tell you would change everything you have ever believed, and I need to know you can be trusted to do the right thing,” Felipe said ominously.
Caleb didn’t want to know. Whatever Felipe had to say wasn’t going to be good, but he had to know. It was Eve and the apple all over again. Knowledge was the forbidden fruit, and once tasted, it could damn ones soul – but it was in mankind’s nature to bite. “Felipe,” Caleb choked out, as anger came to the surface. His body shook and his skin burned.
“A secret, Caleb,” Felipe whispered and leaned forward.
There was nothing left to lose, except the girl. “I can’t.”
Felipe shook his head, “Then I can’t help you. Goodnight, Caleb.” He turned to walk away and Caleb grabbed his shoulder.
“Tell me,” he growled.
“You first.” Felipe gripped Caleb’s hand and flung it off his shoulder.
“I…assure me the girl will be safe,” Caleb said, and it felt like yet another betrayal. The implications alone were a death sentence for him and Livvie. Of course, Felipe already knew what she meant to him.
“What would you do for the girl, Caleb? Would you die for her? Would you kill?” asked Felipe in a whisper. He looked around the room, and Caleb did the same. They were alone.
Caleb’s heart thundered in his chest. “Yes.”
“Would you live? Could you live knowing your entire life has been a lie?”
Caleb was one second away from throttling Felipe and forcing him to talk. He still had his knife tucked into his pants, and already he was thinking of his plan of attack. “Tell me…now!”
Felipe sighed. “Follow me into the dungeon. I’ll tell you everything, but you won’t like it.”
“Where’s Kitten?”
“Upstairs and unharmed. If you care for her as much as I believe you do, I would suggest you keep your wits intact. If all goes as I hope it will, the both of you can leave this place together and never return.” Felipe said.
“Why? Why now? All this time and you’ve never dangled information in front of me,” Caleb said through gritted teeth. Felipe wanted Caleb to do something. It meant he couldn’t be trusted. Caleb’s mind was already churning with ideas on how to get rid of him. Still, Caleb wanted to hear what Felipe had to say. Perhaps he could use it to sway Rafiq.
“I’m a businessman, Caleb. One does not achieve my level of success without first being able to spot an opportunity. Twenty years ago, I saw an opportunity to stop being a lieutenant and become a general. Rafiq was useful then. Six years ago, I saw an opportunity to expand my business by eliminating my competition. I own half of Mexico now and do business around the world. Rafiq has become…less useful, and as I said, he insists on a lot – too much. You provide me an opportunity, Caleb. In exchange, I can give you the truth about who you are and where you come from.”
“Admitting you want Rafiq out of your way doesn’t give me a reason to trust you,” Caleb said in hushed tones. “Why would you need me to do your dirty work?”
“Appearances, Caleb – they’re everything. I’ve had plans to get rid of Rafiq cleanly, without inciting the loyalty of our mutual friends. However, I’ve been watching you…and the girl. I know what love can do to a man, and I know how desperate you are.”
“Fuck you! I’m not desperate!”
“Aren’t you? I wasn’t sure at first. When you allowed the girl to play at my party, I thought your loyalty to Rafiq knows no bounds. But I saw how it affected you, how jealous you became. I know you took her virginity. Did you think you found all the cameras?” Felipe smiled smugly. “I didn’t have to come to you, Caleb. I’ve put myself and Celia in a compromising situation, and I don’t do it lightly. I’m offering you vengeance. I’m offering you a chance to live out your days with Kitten. Do you want it or not?”
Caleb thought about everything Felipe said. Felipe knew everything between him and Livvie and hadn’t said a word. Caleb knew nothing about Felipe’s plans until now, and the fact he’d offered the information himself only solidified his trustworthiness. Caleb had nothing left to lose and everything to gain. “Lead the way,” he said.
As Caleb followed Felipe down the dark wooden stairs, he contemplated pushing him. However, he’d made up his mind to hear what the man had to say. He could always kill him after. Caleb reached for the light and turned it on as they descended.
He thought of the last time he had been down here. He’d strapped Kitten to an exam table and watched her play with her pussy. He smiled to himself.
When they arrived at the bottom, Felipe pointed to a chair near the wall. “I’ll need you to sit there, and I’ll need to tie you up.”
Caleb’s steps faltered and he reached for his knife. He held it out in front of him, blocking the stairs. “You’ve lost your fucking mind if you think I’m going to let you tie me up.”
“Don’t be a child! Your anger makes you stupid and I don’t need you acting rashly. What I have to tell you is going to boil your blood, and I can’t have you loose in the house!” Felipe shouted.
“Tell me what you have to say! Or you die now! I’m tired of your games, Felipe,” Caleb said.
Felipe’s eyes shone with fury as he held up his hands and backed away from Caleb. Abruptly, he reached behind him and pulled out his gun. “Sit. Now.”
Adrenaline surged through Caleb’s veins, but he knew he was at a disadvantage. He’d played directly into Felipe’s hands. He weighed his options and was horrified to discover they were few and ended in his death. His only true concern was for Livvie.
“Swear to me the girl is safe,” Caleb whispered and he realized it sounded like a plea. It had been a long time since Caleb had begged for anything.
Nothing left to lose, Caleb. Fuck your pride.
“I swear it,” Felipe said evenly.
Caleb swallowed. “You can keep the gun on
me. There’s no need to tie me up.”
“Come inside and sit down. I’ll leave you free, but if you attempt to get by me, I will shoot you, Caleb. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Caleb said and did as Felipe asked.
“Did Rafiq ever tell you how his mother and sister died?” Felipe asked.
Caleb’s heart felt like it might burst clear out of his chest. His mind was fixated on Livvie, on seeing her again, on getting her to safety. Felipe’s questions seemed strange, and Caleb suddenly wished he’d never agreed to listen. “Vladek killed them.”
“Did you never wonder why?”
Caleb had wondered, many times, but Rafiq had explained it all away by saying Vladek had been a criminal, simply passing through and fixating on his sister. “Get to the point!”
Felipe sighed heavily, “Very well. Rush me if you must, but keep your mouth shut and listen. Rafiq killed them.”
Caleb’s face contorted in disbelief. “You’re lying!” He stood and took a step forward. He stopped when Felipe drew the hammer back on his revolver.
“Sit down! It’s only the beginning,” Felipe’s accent was thicker when he was angry. Caleb sat. “I met Rafiq and Vladek in the 80s. The two of them were dealing in stockpiled Russian weapons. My boss at the time was accepting shipments from them in exchange for cocaine and heroin. Over the years, all of us became…friends. Rafiq and Vladek were especially close.”
Caleb felt dizzy, but he maintained his bearing.
“The stockpile eventually dwindled, but by then, Vladek had become the heir to his father’s company in Russia. His father and brothers…met with an unfortunate accident. Anyway, things were good for a while, but nothing good lasts forever, as they say.”
“Again,” Caleb shouted, “get to the fucking point!”
