by Daphne Dawn
It looks like they’ve been offering no interest loans and legal services to people of limited means and assisting refugees. There’s no evidence of violence or force…but there wouldn’t be, would there? Not if they’re as well organized as I’ve observed.
I start rummaging through older boxes stacked against the wall. Most of these are handwritten, the paper turning brown. This stuff looks far more incriminating.
It seems Papa kept excellent records of everything, illegal or not. We have gambling debts, references to broken bones and other nasty business suffered upon those who can’t pay up.
Through all of these old notes, there’s a continued reference to ‘Watch Dog’.
Someone who greases wheels and allows ships full of refugees in so they can be sold into slavery. Who blinds the eye of the law at just the right time to let the gambling or fighting rings get under cover. This Watch Dog shields them from police, offers safe houses, and takes about sixty percent of the profits.
As I pull out another dusty folder a small handwritten note falls out. It’s in the same small, loopy handwriting of the records—Papa’s handwriting.
Get free of the Watch Dog, my boys. He only watches for himself. Leave no mark he can use to turn the law on you—rest assured that the moment he can do this, he will. The only chance for you to live free is to follow these plans and become a service to the people.
My head is starting to hurt from squinting at the paper, and I decide to head back to my room. I carefully stack everything up and leave, hurrying down the hall. I flop on to my bed and pull out my phone.
I can even remotely access the agency’s database.
I get in quickly and start searching the family and the term ‘Watch Dog’.
Its obvious straight away that the brothers are moving into legitimate business.
Every record we have shows a constant and growing stream of paper work moving through legal channels and accounting for every penny. All the outlets for the business are lucrative and performing better the further into the public eye they come. Investors are joining them left right and center.
As for the Watch Dog, all I can find is an old photo from training days. It takes me a minute to recognize him, but the tall young man in the photo…
The senator.
The image is black and white, and the senator stands shaking hands with one of the higher-ranking officers. He’s receiving a medal or award, and the caption is blurry.
I enhance it with a few clicks to be able to see it.
The Watch Dog receives his award for bravery.
I frown, thinking now that this old dog is certainly the senator, and he has been using this code name for many years. I go back into the business records of the brothers, and I see that as their funds have become more legal and accounted for, the security on them has increased.
This doesn’t make any sense. If they’re paying higher taxes from each sub-branch of the company, they should be under less investigation.
Unless the old dog has been skimming from them all along, forcing them to continue the illegal activities so they pay him massive percentages. Then, as the business slowly becomes more transparent, they can’t hide his cut any more.
If my theory is true, they stopped paying him a cut a few months ago.
I can’t prove any of this, even to myself.
There could be even deeper reasons going on that I can’t see. Perhaps the brothers have moved their business over to legal channels to hide an illegal one. Maybe the senator has been involved in all of this, only to discover how deep it goes.
I don’t want to believe the worst of the brothers. But I can’t believe the worst of the senator either. He’s always looked after me.
Of course, the brothers look after me now…
But I don’t know how long I can count on that. I can only count on myself.
I can’t do a damn thing until I have more information. What I have found, I certainly can’t share with the senator. Somehow, these records are very important to him.
I flick the pages closed on my phone, logging out of the agency site. I’m tempted to go back to the office and snoop some more, but I know the boys will be home soon.
How can I face them?
How can I look into their eyes thinking of how I plan to betray them?
I try not to think about any of that.
I can rely on myself. I just need to find out a bit more information. I need to get the brothers talking, and in the meantime, keep my heart well-hidden.
45
Marco
I fucking hate how busy work has been the past few days. I miss my time with Sofia. I’ve barely gotten to see her, much less spend any quality time with her all by myself.
I’m enjoying this nice quiet evening in the gardens behind the house. I keep the lights to a minimum, and the pool shimmers in the moonlight. I like the darkness and how peaceful it is out here at night.
I would love to take a swim in the pool with her, but I don’t know if she’ll be up for it. I know she’s been busy organizing the gala dinner that I’ve asked her to do, but all work and no play isn’t good either.
Everyone needs time to unwind and relax after working all day, including me. I sit in the lounge chair, relaxing and sipping a glass of wine.
“Marco?” I hear someone call out from the house behind me.
I turn around in my chair and see Sofia standing by the French doors into the house. She’s silhouetted in the doorway, but I can see she’s wearing a sexy black mini skirt and see-through white blouse.
“I’m right here,” I holler at her and wave my hand. I know she probably can’t see me in the darkness.
She walks towards me and sits down in the lounge chair beside mine. She has a small notebook and pen in her right hand and lays them on her lap.
She keeps her legs closed. The skirt doesn’t cover much. I see nothing but legs.
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about this gala dinner. Do you have a minute now?” She looks at me, waiting for an answer.
“Do we really have to discuss that right now?” I’m not in the mood to talk more shop. It’s the farthest thing from my mind.
The only thing I can think about is fucking her. She looks so incredibly hot in that outfit. I can see she’s wearing a lacy bra with some bright pink through her blouse.
“We need to get moving on the arrangements for this. It’s in less than two weeks, you know.” She taps the notebook with her pen. “I want to share what I’ve done so far.”
“Right now, I really don’t give a shit about it.” I stare out over the pool. “I worked my ass off today, and all I want to do tonight is relax. I don’t want to think about this dinner.”
Sofia gives me a shocked look. “I’m sorry I bothered you, then. I’ll go back in the house.”
She starts to get up from the chair.
“Oh, no, don’t do that.” I sit up in my lounge chair and turn my body to face her so that our legs are intertwined.
I take her notebook and pen from her hand and lay them on the ground. I then take her hands in mine and stare into her eyes.
“All I want to do is think about you.”
She looks at me and says nothing.
I get down on my knees in front of Sofia and kiss her lips.
I unbutton her blouse and take it off, throwing it on the ground beside the chair. I turn her around on the chair. “Lie down.”
I get on top of her and kiss her on the neck, moving down her body to her tits and to her stomach.
I find the zipper at the back of her mini skirt and unzip it. I pull the skirt off and throw it down on top of her blouse.
Her lacy panties soon follow.
I pull her down the chair a little more and get on top, long enough to kiss her stomach again. I move between her legs and find her clit.
She’s so aroused. I lick and suck. She gets wetter and wetter the longer I go.
Feeling her writhe and listening to her moan makes my cock grow harder and harde
r.
She comes while moaning so loudly that I’m afraid my brothers will hear her. I don’t want them to know we’re fucking.
Tonight, I want Sofia all to myself. I’m in no mood to share this beautiful woman with anyone else.
Sofia sits up in the chair and pulls off my short-sleeved collared shirt. She rubs her hands all over my chest, and we kiss again.
She motions and unzips my pants as I stand. She pulls them down along with my boxer briefs. I step out of them, and she throws them beside her pile of clothes.
Sofia takes my cock into her mouth. She licks the outside of it, teasing until it’s so hard I feel like I’ll come right then.
She puts my hard cock into her mouth and sucks on it. I put my hands on her shoulders to keep my balance.
I come in less than a minute. She swallows every last drop.
I kneel down in front of her again. She wraps her arms around me, and we kiss. I release her bra and take it off. I throw it on the ground with the rest of her clothes.
I suck on her tits to get the nipples hard, and she throws her head back and moans.
My cock is hard again so I push Sofia back against the chair and stick my hard cock into her pussy.
I grab her hips, and we get a rhythm going. I use two fingers of my right hand to play with her clit. She moans under me.
We both come at the same time. Electric currents bounce between us.
I collapse on top of her, but she pushes me off.
“That was fucking amazing.” I stand up at the end of the chair.
“It was.” Sofia is still trying to catch her breath.
She slides down the chair and sits at the end of it. We’re two or three steps from the edge of the pool.
Sofia moves forward until her feet dangle in the water. I join her in an instant.
And that’s when it happens. She wraps her left arm around me, and as I get ready to reciprocate the embrace, she pushes me.
With an almighty splash, I fall into the water and go under. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that.
I come up for air and reach for her ankle.
She kicks and splashes, but it’s payback time.
46
Sofia
I’m standing by the edge of the pool as soon as Marco surfaces.
I wonder if I pissed him off when I pushed him in when he least expected it. I doubt it, though. He tried his very best to pull me in too, but I managed to struggle free—and in the process, submerged him again.
Marco is probably one of the gentlest men I’ve ever met. I’m sure he can get pissed at work-related stuff, but as far as playing around like this, I bet there isn’t any meanness in him.
“Thanks for the push,” Marco says, a smile forming up on his lips. “And for resisting my efforts to pull you in. Why don’t you join me?”
So I do.
While I’m underwater, I grab Marco’s cock and play with it—and it turns hard right away in my hand. I surface and wrap my arms and legs around him.
“You can’t tease me like that.”
He smiles and stares into my eyes, holding onto me as he walks us to the side of the pool. He pushes me up against the hard concrete wall and kisses me.
As he does this, I think about the fun I’m having with him. The time I’ve spent with each of the brothers makes me love them even more—but the confusion is still there.
Am I fighting the right fight? Am I doing the right thing by getting the dirt on them?
My contact’s words are ringing in my head. What if the senator is the bad guy and not the Monatello brothers? What if I have it all wrong?
I’m pretty sure the brothers are going to get rid of me. I know it’s just a matter of time before everything turns to shit.
And then what? They’ll kick me to the curb like a bag of trash?
I return my thoughts to the present. Marco’s cock is still hard. I feel it rubbing between my legs. I can’t tell if I’m wet down there, since we’re, well, in the pool.
He puts his cock inside me without a problem. Now I’m sure I’m wet.
He kisses my neck and my tits while we move with his cock inside me. It doesn’t take long until he comes again.
It takes me a little longer. I’m sidetracked by my stupid-assed thoughts.
He kisses me as soon as I finish moaning. Those big blues eyes of his could melt anyone right where they stand.
Marco grabs my hips and puts me up on the pool edge. Then he climbs out himself.
“Come on.” He reaches his hand down and helps me stand up. He doesn’t let go until we get to the spa.
I step into the hot, steamy spa. I don’t use one very often, but I’m sure Marco has a plan.
He climbs in right behind and sits down next to me.
We kiss. He moves my legs apart and uses two fingers to rub my clit. I use my right hand to grab his cock.
He releases the kiss as we both moan. He uses his right hand to rub my nipples, taking turns with each of them. They harden instantly, and a warm tingling spreads through me.
He stands up in front of me, inviting me to suck his cock again.
I grab it with my right hand. It hardens as soon as I touch it. I lick the outside and tease him until he grabs my head, pushing my mouth toward his cock.
Sucking on his cock, I put as much of it in my mouth as I can. As he glides in and out of me, I let my tongue caress his shaft and lick around the base. It’s like I’m licking a massive ice cream cone. My fingers play with his balls.
As bubbles bounce around us, I can feel his muscles tighten. His hands grab my hair and pull on it as he unloads his massive load of cum into my mouth.
Hungrily, I swallow every last drop.
My thoughts from earlier try to return to my head, but I won’t let them. I’m having too much fun with Marco. I can’t think about that right now.
Marco sits down beside me in the spa. He runs his left hand through my hair, smiling at me. He reaches over to kiss me. I’ve still got the remains of his cum in my mouth.
“I think we’ve had enough fun for tonight. It’s getting late, and I could use some sleep.” Marco climbs out of the spa. He holds his left hand out for me.
“I’m not ready to stop.”
I’m not sure why I said that.
“There’s the shower.”
He glances in the direction of the outdoor shower by the house and back toward me.
I grab his hand and step out of the spa.
We walk to the tiled shower. Marco turns on the water and checks to make sure the water is hot. He steps in, and I follow.
We kiss again. He runs his tongue all over my neck before grabbing one tit with his teeth and sucking on it. He repeats the same thing with the other tit.
I get the tingly feeling between my legs for the umpteenth time that night.
He kneels down in front of me and spreads my legs. He fingers me, and then he licks my clit with his mouth.
I grab his dark hair to keep him from moving. This time, I feel like I’ll explode—and I don’t want the feeling to stop.
He stands up, grinning at me. “That felt good, huh?”
I smile back at him. “You have no idea.”
His cock rubs against my body, hovering near the opening of my pussy. I push my hips to meet his.
I want him. I need him.
“Fuck me, Marco. Fuck me hard.”
He doesn’t need a further invitation. He lifts me off the ground a little, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Hot water cascades around and on top of us as we fuck like this. I feel my orgasm build deep within me. Volcano-like, I erupt as he shoots his cum into me.
I rest my head against his chest, trying to make the most of this moment.
“You sure know how to fuck.” He kisses the top of my head.
“I’ve done it a few times,” I mumble, and stay where I am.
47
Sofia
There’s nothing for me here.
I need to leave. I’m
hanging around the mansion, being miserable. The senator keeps calling, and I keep avoiding him.
I know I can’t avoid him forever, but I honestly don’t know what to say.
I‘ve trusted him for so long, in a world where I felt I couldn’t trust anyone. Now the one person I trust, I must suspect—and my targets have become the ones I trust.
What a fucked-up world.
I know I have to make a decision, but I don’t even know what kind of decision. This is far too complicated for me to just say yes or no to one thing.
It’s an infinite amount of circumstance.
If my life as a spy is over, I can’t go back to the senator. It’s not like I can just hang up my guns and shack up here in the mansion either.
A life of violence isn’t so easily put down. I still don’t know everything about the brothers. I’m also quite certain they’ll be kicking me out soon.
So, return to my life as a spy? Am I that good?
Could I really work undercover in my own agency, trying to get the dirt on the Senator and find out what happened to Sammy?
I have full confidence in my abilities, but that seems too risky even for me.
My dream of avenging my mother has never felt so far away.
I want the boys to come and kiss my doubts away. I want to be wrapped in their arms, all three of them, and hear them say its alright. I want to know that I have each one of them, ready to take me in their arms.
That they’ll help me, support me, protect me.
Just like the senator always has.
He’s after my boys, I can’t forget. My beautiful, smart, amazing boys.
Perhaps the best thing to do is disappear.
Just sink into the night and fade, never to return and go somewhere else—be someone else. Cut and dye my hair, change my name. I can start working in a nice, quiet library in a tiny, never heard of town.
But I’d never forgive myself if something happened to the boys.
The senator could swoop in and arrest them—and even kill them.
I don’t know what to do. My stomach is clenched up in awful knots, and I’m having trouble sleeping and eating. I know I have to do something.
