“Is that true what you said?” Stacey asks.
“Which part?”
“About your parents and all that?”
“It is, I have no recollection of them, my mind also goes blank,” I say.
“And the other part, the bit about being able to fix things?” Stacey asks.
“I know we can. They are my brothers, and I have to make sure they are happy, not just now but forever.”
“Always the noble one, the protector of the family,” Stacey comments, sipping her coffee.
“Trust me, it is not something to be taken lightly. I have had to watch out for them over the years.”
Stacey walks over to where I am sitting. “There is one last part I have to ask you about,” she says.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“You said you wanted to be with me as much as they want to be with Shona and Cally. IS that true?”
“One hundred percent true,” I reply smiling.
Stacey puts her hand on my crotch, and kisses me on the cheek, “Well Joseph, I think you have fully redeemed yourself from that sexy dance with Cherry.”
“Great talk. Let’s get outta here!”
“Talking talking talking!”
Stacey
“Confusion is a state of mind.”
Joseph had asked Ty to show his face around the clubs where he had taken control of the doors. Hopefully, the guy who was smashing the car up in the parking lot would reveal himself, and everyone could finally get some answers.
The situation was becoming mighty confusing. The further it went on, the more in depth it got. Before it was just Joseph who knew of the real history of their childhood, or lack of childhood.
Joseph walks into the living room and slumps onto the couch. His head rests, and he closes his eyes.
"I never want days like that again," he says.
"I know how you feel, it must be a real pain in the ass."
Joseph looks at me. "You have no idea."
"What is your plan now then?"
"On top of all this, I still have to sort that guy who is hiding in Mexico, he still has to pay for what he did," Joseph explains.
"It must have been horrible, losing your fiancée like that?" I say softly.
"To be honest, I don't really remember it that well, maybe it clashed with what I was on about last night. Some things become like a dream," he says.
"Have you ever considered your fiancée was never real and she was, you know an implanted memory or something?"
"I have never felt that. It seems true though, even if it is a slightly gray memory," he says.
"Well, I think the guy in Mexico is real, just maybe, he is something different to what you are expecting."
"We will see, I will just have to ask questions first, before I blow his fucking head off," Joseph says.
I laugh at Joseph, "That would be very wise."
"What are you doing today?" Joseph asks.
"I am going to have a shower and then fuck your brains out, Wet Wednesday."
"That is one hell of a plan," Joseph says holding onto me. "Just give me a call when you are finished in the shower, and I will be all yours," Joseph says.
I drop my clothes to the floor and step into the warm shower. The warmth of the water floods over my body. I close my eyes and let the freshness wash the final traces of the club from my body.
My hands rest on the wall of the shower. My eyes open and I watch the water dripping from the long strands of hair that hang. I glance at my slender legs, the smoothness of my creamy curving flesh reaching the junction of my thighs. The soft, ripe, swell of my breasts hang below me. The pink tips of my nipples drip water into the bottom of the shower. I feel the warm prickly heat flooding over my skin, the water adding to the arousal that is building inside me. I want my Wet Wednesday so bad.
Stepping from the shower, I grab one of the fluffy bathrobes hanging on the wall. I wrap it tightly around my body and head back toward the living room.
Watch out Joseph, I am going to give you such a treat.
I enter the living room. I sneak up to the couch and pounce. Joseph is not there.
Where the hell have you gone, Joseph?
I look around the hotel suite. There is no sign of him anywhere. I notice that the door is slightly ajar. I look into the hallway. There is no sound of anything, it is like he has vanished into thin air. I enter back into the room and sit on the couch. I have no idea where he has gone, or any idea where he could have gone.
I reach for my cell phone and call Shona. The phone rings and then I hear a voice on the other end.
"Hello," I say.
"Who is that?" the voice says.
"Stacey, who are you?"
"Conor. Are you after Shona?" he asks.
"I am, but it is not overly important if she is not there," I reply.
"I will just leave her a message you called," Conor says.
"Have you seen Joseph this evening?"
"No, I have been in the room all by myself."
"I wonder where he has gone?" I ask, still confused.
"He has a habit of just vanishing without saying anything," Conor explains.
"Is Cally there by any chance?" I ask.
"No, she went home with Ty about an hour ago," he says.
"I will try her cell," I say as I hang up the call.
I dial and Cally picks up her cell.
"Hey Stacey, what’s happening?" she asks.
"You haven't seen Joseph anywhere, have you?"
"I have not seen him, but Ty called me, he thinks he may have actually managed to find the guy, the who was smashing the car up," Cally says.
"I was in the shower, and then he just vanished, it was really strange," I say.
"I reckon Ty may have called him, there is nothing to worry about," Cally assures me.
Cally is probably right, it seemed as if that guy was important and had information that may be useful to them.
I wish he could have left a note though.
I now found myself at a loose end. I had nowhere to go, and my man had just vanished. What was a girl supposed to do in situations like these?
Men… can't live with them and can't live without them.
I stand in the closet looking for things to wear when I hear a noise at the suite door. I quickly run into the living room as the door slowly opens. Joseph begins to enter the suite. I stand behind the door and hold my breath. He walks into the suite hallway way peering as he closes the door.
"Where the hell have you been?" I ask.
"You said you were going to treat me once you had a shower, I went out to buy you something to return the favor," Joseph explains.
"You could have left a note or something."
"What sort of surprise is that?" he asks.
"I thought you had heard from Ty and gone to help him. Cally told me she had received a call from him. He thinks he may have found that guy."
"I am sure he will contact me if he needs help, but for now, here you go," Joseph says smiling.
He hands me a small box, probably half the size of a shoe box.
"What's in it?" I ask, curiously.
"Open it, and you will find out," he says grinning.
I slowly open the plain cardboard box. I look inside and can see old newspapers crumpled up. I look deep into his eyes as I begin to pull the stuffing from inside the box. I hear the crinkle of plastic as I remove the last piece of old newspaper. I peer into the box and smile.
"Wow, my favorite, strawberries and ice cream. How did you know?"
"You have a good friend, or at least two of them, they tell me little bits of information when I ask them," he says.
"I am going to kill Shona and Cally when I see them," I reply with a fake scowl.
"Now you have an option with the strawberries and ice cream… you can put them all in the freezer, or you can eat them now," Joseph says.
"Well, that is a difficult decision, if we eat them now, I won't feel like giving
you your treat. I will be stuffed," I say. “So, I reckon we should shove them back in the freezer for a while, and enjoy them later." My eyes fill with the idea of fun as I grin at Joseph.
“Sure,” he says.
"There is one thing missing though."
Joseph looks at me smiling. "And what is that, baby girl?" he asks.
"A nice bottle of champagne, you can't get more romantic than that. Strawberries, ice cream and champagne," I say as I close the freezer.
Joseph sits back on the couch and looks at me. He looks at his watch; there is a knock at the door.
"Who knocks on these doors here? I thought they were ultra-secure." I ask wide-eyed.
"It must be one of the hotel staff, can you check the door for me please?" he asks.
I walk to the suite door. I peek through the security lens and can see a man with a trolley standing in front of the door.
"Who is it?" Joseph whispers from the living room.
"You know exactly who it is," I reply pushing a trolley with a large ice-bucket on it.
Joseph smiles at me from the couch. "Now what have you done to deserve all of this?" he asks.
I jump onto the couch next to him. "In about an hour, you will find out," I say. What a cheeky devil, trying to confuse me like that.
“Confusion is a state of mind.”
Joseph
“Cuddles are cool!”
Stacey cuddles in closer to me. We wait for the strawberries to freeze, and I run my fingers through her hair. She curls her legs up under her body.
My cell phone vibrates on the table. We watch as it shudders and spins in a circle; Stacey looks up into my eyes.
"Are you going to check that message?" she asks.
"I was hoping for some quality time with you," I say.
"I am not going anywhere. You know Ty is out trying to find that guy," Stacey comments.
"Don’t start blaming me though if I have to go out," I say.
"If you have to go out, I am coming to you," Stacey replies, kissing my cheek.
I lean forward and grab the cell from the table. I open the screen and see who the sender is.
"It is Beau, I was expecting Ty," I say.
Stacey sits up and brushes her blonde locks over her shoulder. Her robe she pulls tight, wrapping it around her body.
She looks at me excitedly. "Come on then, tell me what it says."
I glance at the message. Beau had said he heard from Ty and he was going to meet him at the Magma Rocks Hotel and Bar. This was one of the places where Ty had positioned some of his men on the night when Mr. Yang had seized the Kisses manufacturing labs.
Stacey and I dressed quickly. We headed to the underground car park and climbed into my dark, gray car. Stacey looks at me in surprise.
"I was expecting you to have a super-duper sports car, not a grandpa’s Sunday car," she says.
"Stacey, never judge a car by what it looks like. This color is called stealth, and it blends into shadows much better than black."
"A simple paint job doesn't make it a good getaway car," she says.
"Buckle up, and I will show you the difference. This won't attract any attention on the road," I reply. I can’t wait to show her.
I close the door. The red nob on the dashboard I turn to “Urban.” The other settings I will show Stacey when I am outside of the garage.
I step on the gas gently as the garage door slowly opens, and the late afternoon sun shines into the dusty atmosphere.
"So far, I feel like we are going on a picnic," Stacey says laughing.
I turn my gaze to her and place both hands on the steering wheel.
"Before we go, this car was custom built, there is no other one like it in the world," I say.
"What about those rally cars? I mean they are fucking fast," she says, unamused.
"They cost a couple of million, and they are no good for the grocery trips," I say jokingly.
"You go grocery shopping in this?" Stacey asks.
"How do you think I got the ice cream and strawberries!"
I place my sunglass over my eyes and hand a pair to Stacey.
"Put these on," I say.
Stacey puts the shades over her eyes. She is firmly buckled into her seat. I turn my head in her direction. My little reflection is looking back at me in her shades.
"Turn that red dial from ‘urban’ to ‘S,’" I say.
I start to rev the engine as Stacey leans forward and turns the dial. The car rocks as the two turbos begin to feed the motor.
"Holy mother of god," Stacey yells.
The roar of the engine fills the understated cabin. The deafening sound is almost unbearable. Stacey puts her hands over her ears.
"No wonder the ice cream didn’t melt last night," Stacey screams.
I look in her direction, I hear nothing of her voice, just her mouth opening. I hit the gas. The four wheels dig into the asphalt. The car lunges forward. The dials on the dashboard flick up and drop to zero. The revs redlining at twelve thousand rpm. I flick the paddle gear lever. The buildings blur before we hit the freeway. Stacey grips the dashboard. She grins at me like a kid on a rollercoaster.
"I got to have a drive of this bitch," she yells.
We reach the end of the street, I step hard on the brakes and yank on the parking brake. The tires dig deep as we corner, then the skipping screeches come as we slow. I see the bridge approaching and lift off the gas. I flick the switch back to “urban.” We cross the bridge, at a more-pleasant fifty miles per hour.
"This is one mean motherfucking car," Stacey says.
"Now you know, you will never be caught by anyone if they are chasing you," I reply.
"The Magma Rocks Hotel comes into view. The sheer white walls of the building sits in the depths of the country side. I can see the man-made beach with the white umbrellas. The suns beams hit the large infinity pool. I pull from the highway and slowly drive down the track.
"I didn't even know this place existed," Stacey says.
"This place is really exclusive, they tend to fall on the borderline of what is legal and what is illegal," I explain.
I continue to explain to Stacey about the hotel. It has been known to host private orgies for the wealthy. It is not to everyone's tastes, because it can include male and female, male and male, and every other combination of gender.
"Wow," Stacey comments.
"Open the glove box," I say.
Stacey pushes the button, then the door drops and before her lies several pistols.
"Grab two," I say.
Stacey reaches inside and pulls two automatics from the holder. She checks the clip and the chamber. The door closes, and she rests the pistols on her lap. The expanse of the parking lot opens up before us. The range of cars is second to none. Ty walks from the entrance as I pull up in a vacant space.
"I hope you are here for business and not fun?" I ask Ty.
"Of course," he replies, rolling his eyes.
Stacey shoves one of the pistols into the waistband of her jeans. I follow as we approach the reception lobby.
"Has the guy seen you?" I ask.
"He has, we had quite a good chat in fact," Ty says.
"He is full of information," Ty says. "A lot more than we expected," his eyes full of curiosity.
"Where is he?"
"He is in the club. They are not open yet so there will be no distractions," Ty explains.
We walk inside the hotel lobby. The white walls are dotted with sky blue furnishings and highlights; Ty leads us toward the entrance to the club.
Ty points the guy over by the window. "What's in his head is interesting," Ty says.
We walk to the large window, then the guy looks at Stacey and me.
"I know that one, but who is she?" he asks.
I stare into his eyes. "That is nothing to do with you," I comment.
"Okay, I get your drift," he says.
I stare over the table. "So, what do you know?"
"I have an old
college friend who was fast-tracked through the ranks. He was a chemistry and biology whiz," he says.
"Yeah, so what does that have to do with us?" I ask plainly.
"There were rumors of human cloning and genetics testing. He had Black Ops funding," he says.
"Before we carry on. What is your name?" Stacey asks.
"My name is Owen,” he says, looking worried.
"Well Owen, what else have you heard about us?" I ask, giving him my wildest look.
Owen leans over the table, he glances around at the clientele who are starting to come into the bar.
"If they know I have spoken to you, they will bump me off straight away," Owen says.
"If it is that good, I can protect you," I say, truthfully.
"It would be a great feat if you were able to, they have these teams everywhere. I guess you know that though."
"Every country around the world has teams."
Owen looks into my eyes and whispers, "They have these triplet teams in every single state of the United States," he explains.
"I have never heard of them." I add, now feeling shocked.
Owen laughs. "They have told you, told you that you control all of the teams, haven’t they?"
"Yeah, that is what I was led to believe," I comment. Stacey and Beau are listening with me intently.
"That is what they want you to think, but none of it is true," Owen says.
"Who controls all the teams then. They are really all triplets?" I ask.
"Yes, triplets. They call him ‘The Kingmaker,’" Owen explains.
"That sounds a bit suspect," Stacey comments.
"You have no idea, this is global control," Owen says, looking around hoping no one can hear him.
"You mean, someone is controlling the human race?" Stacey asks.
"Yes Missy, that is exactly what I mean, it’s true."
“Shit!” says Stacey.
“Fuck!” says Beau.
Owen looks at me and Beau intently. He stares into Stacey’s blue eyes. "Just don't get pregnant."
“What?” Stacey says, totally confused.
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