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I wait to hear the click, making sure she's not on the line anymore.
“Mr. Smith, are you there?”
“Yes.” The gruff voice comes across the line.
“I need another extension and a favor.” I hate asking him. Mr. Smith needs some of the originals to complete the transaction with a friend of mine in Malaysia.
“No! You don't. You need to get me that documentation now, it's been five months since you lost it. Where is it?” he says in a tone that I know means I could be killed for going against him.
Why did I allow myself to get dragged into this? Oh yes, money, and the ability to have my own slave instead of just selling them. I need to finish this so I can get her, maybe she can replace Ana.
“Mr. Smith, they've disappeared, I don't know where they are hiding her.”
“I don't give a fuck, get me that evidence. You have two more months until the first shipment. If that evidence isn't in my hands before then, not only will Sir not get paid but you will die, and there's nowhere you can hide from me.”
“Please, if you could just send me some help.” The fact I have to beg him turns my stomach. He's beneath me, they are all beneath me. Sir made me better than them.
“I'll send you a man. He'll contact you. Use your friends, Lawrence and Stephan. They want more, use them.”
“Thank you, Mr. Smith. Maybe I'll see you at the club this evening.”
“No, you won't. Your membership has been revoked. No more delays, Jonathan, let your boss know I'm not happy with this arrangement, you've already cost me too much.”
“Good bye.”
He hangs up without saying anything back.
My cell phone rings, I look at the caller ID and start to worry.
“Hello, Jonathan.” The cultured American voice comes across the line. The calmer he is, the angrier he is. When he scooped me up off the streets as a mere pickpocket, he trained me. Taught me everything. He put me where I am today. But I’ll never give him the satisfaction of my gratitude. I will surpass him, his infatuation with Maya will be his downfall.
“Sir.” I try to hold the tremor from my voice.
“Have you gotten the evidence or the girls?”
“No, Sir.” I know he's going to be angry with me over this, but if I lie, he'll kill me.
“Jonathan, you'll find those women and that evidence, or they won't find your body. My source says there is possibly a third one too. We need all three of them. I will finally have control over it all. I've waited over thirty years to have the control, and nothing will stand in my way now.”
“Sir, I've no clue where they are. I have people searching Australia.”
“Use Mrs. Donovan. Flush them out by leaking the affair to the press. What mother wouldn't be angry that she's going to be a grandmother from an unknown woman?” I don't even want to guess how he knew.
“The courts could look down on me for that.”
“I don't care what the courts think, you will find me Maya, Ana, and that evidence. Get Lawrence to find Maya. He always seems to know where she is. I can't believe I trusted you with acquiring either of them. I’ll have Charles start searching for this third one. I need them all.”
“Yes, Sir.” I'm worried now. He's not going to like I've asked for Mr. Smith's help. Hopefully he doesn't know yet.
“By the way, Jonathan, I know everything you do. You can't hide anything from me.”
“Sir?” I've wondered if my office and lines are bugged, and now I know they are.
“You'll only use this one favor with Mr. Smith. No more. When we finish this business with him, kill him. Get those women, even if you have to kill everyone that stands in front of them. Don't hurt them though. I'll kill you slowly if anything happens to Maya before I get my hands on her. Remember one hair on her head, and I'll have my sniper kill you. Do you think Carl knew he was going to die before that bullet hit him?” He hangs up.
Crap, now I'll have to get my own hands dirty. We only have a short time until everything falls into place. Sir wanted control of them before then. I'm pretty sure I've lost any chance of getting my hands on that money. I need that evidence to protect myself and my investments. I can’t allow all my time to be wasted.
My palms itch to feel my marks on her. To slide my scalpel along her back and slice it open again. The greatest feeling was slicing off that fucking tattoo, only my marks will be on her skin.
