“That’s right. Little birdie Robin tells me you’re trafficking people now? Tut tut tut, you silly man. Didn’t anyone tell you that’s wrong?”
Rugrat tries to argue. He’s probably trying to call me a bitch or an asshole or any other rich expletive, but he can call me whatever he wants. I’ve still got the upper hand.
“So, since you’re not playing nice and ruining people’s lives, I think it’s only fair to give all your money away, shall we?”
Kevin’s eyes light up while he nods.
I take the tablet he gives me and sign the transfer authorization form from Rugrat’s bank. Then, I tug at the rope around Rugrat’s wrists and pull him free.
“Now be a good boy and give us all your money, Rugrat.” I show him my signature, and before he can even untape his mouth, he grabs my stylus and signs right where I point him to like the good sheep he is. “Well done. Now, don’t worry. I won’t keep your billions. They will, however, be donated to all the people you’ve trafficked. And a few charities in the countries you displaced those people from.”
Rugrat pulls the tape and handkerchief out of his mouth and throws it on the floor.
“Over my dead body.”
“Don’t worry, honey. It’s already done. Your contribution will end world hunger. You should be proud.”
“I’ll kill you.”
I scoff.
“You’ll do nothing of the sort. In fact…” I put the stylus away and grab my trusted Sharpie. “You will forget all about me and who did this, and you’ll eat humble pie for the rest of your life.” I grab his arm, sign it before he can retaliate, and let him go his merry way.
I doubt my signature will last his entire life, I’m still testing the limits of signing people, but at the very least, he’ll forget this interaction. By the time he comes to his senses, he’ll be booked and thrown into jail. And since he’s now penniless, he can forget about bail.
“Are you done, sweetheart? Dinner is getting cold.” Jack lets Rugrat get out of the apartment first before entering it himself, and I pass my pen to Kevin before I embrace my husband.
“I was just about to come.” I smirk.
“Were you?” he hums.
Kevin clears his throat.
“If you would be so kind as to notcomein my apartment…that’d be great.”
Jack laughs and sneaks in a kiss before he lets me go.
“You know what to do, Kevin,” I say before my husband drags me upstairs.
Paper Trail and I have been planning this stunt for a while. Everything is perfectly coordinated and executed.
“How did it go?” he asks me when we get to the elevator. It’s only one floor up, but those stairs are a bitch, except for when I do my cardio.
“Very well. He’s broke and we just ended world hunger. Maybe if we target The Musk next, we can end world poverty?”
Jack smiles, rolling his eyes.
“There’s too much attention on The Musk. Maybe you can try the Zuck.”
I laugh because the same man who kept telling me I was no supervillain is now condoning my teetering on the criminal side.
Okay, not teetering. I’m a full-blown criminal. Or Robin Hood, as Jack likes to call me, which gets confusing. I prefer Seojun Hood. Or Seojun Lewis. It has a nice ring to it. And oh boy, do I have an actual ring to show for it.
And that’s why I love my husband. He never tried to change me. He never tried to put me on the straight and narrow. I found a path that works for me all on my own. And yes, I may only hurt the rich scums of this world, but that still makes me a supervillain. At least in my book. And for some reason, Jack doesn’t mind me robbing rich dicks who don’t deserve their money.
Maybe it’s his power. Maybe it’s Maybelline. Maybe it’s just me.
No. Definitely me.
This man couldn’t not support me. He would give me the world if he could. And he does every day that he chooses to love and cherish me for who I am.
And lucky him. I can actually give him the world on top of good kisses, great blowjobs, and mind-blowing orgasms.
I can give him everything.
One signature at a time.
Wait!
Don’t go just yet!
