Epilogue - Simon
Four months later
As I walk into the house, I’m already smiling in anticipation of seeing her.
“Blair? I’m home,” I call out.
“I’m in here,” she calls back from the kitchen.
I turn toward the sound of her voice, but my phone rings, and I groan in annoyance. Work is over for the day, and all I want to do is spend time with my wife.
“Yes?” I huff into the phone.
“Sir, I have news regarding the reports you asked for,” my head of security says.
“What reports? You know I asked for a lot of reports on a daily basis,” I chuckle, amused because I’m in a good mood. It’s Friday. I have Blair to myself all weekend. Well, except for tonight. We have a family dinner tonight, but the rest of the time she is all mine.
“Shit, sorry, yes, the report about Anthony, her stepbrother, and all his accomplices.”
“Oh, that’s great,” I say, suddenly interested in the call. “What can you tell me?
The man on the other end chuckles, unable to hold it back. “Simon, sorry, I don’t mean to be unprofessional, but if you had been there, you would have fucking loved it. The look on that assholes face when a massive mafia gang swarmed into his club. He pissed himself. He literally pissed his pants.”
I start laughing, catching on to the guy’s amusement. “And? What else?” I ask, wanting more details.
“No one got hurt, not really. Anthony might have a few bruises, a black eye, you know… but I think it’s his ego that got the worst of it. Tony gave him a very serious warning and said we are watching his every move. One step out of line, and our next visit won’t be so friendly… You know. The whole show.”
“And you think it worked?”
“It worked and then some. The guy was a puddle on the floor. He was whimpering and crying, sitting in his own piss. Yeah. I’d say it worked,” he muses.
“And his friends?”
“They all got the same treatment.”
I take a deep breath, satisfied with the good news.
“Well done. That’s brilliant. Now take the weekend off and go have a drink on me,” I grin.
“Wait, sir, one more thing.”
“Mm?”
“Jaco. You also wanted an update on him,” he says.
“I do. What have you got for me?”
“Still the same, sir,” he says reluctantly.
Jaco has vanished into thin air. No one has heard from him or seen him since the night at the bar. Not even his own family.
“It’s okay. He’ll show up eventually. Thanks for the updates.”
I end the call and head into the kitchen, walking up behind my wife and wrapping my arms around her, kissing theback of her neck and nuzzling my face against her skin. She giggles and wiggles in my arms, trying to turn around to kiss me, but I hold her firmly in place.
“What are you up to, my princess?” I ask, looking over her shoulder.
“I’m making us a pre-dinner cocktail. Our own little private party before we go for dinner with your family. It is Friday after all,” she giggles.
