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“What would you have me do, boss?” he asked.
“I want you to watch over her. Make sure she stays safe and that none of the families know who she really is. If she leaves her apartment, I want to know. If she opens her window, it will be reported to me. I want to know everything, no matter how trivial it is,” I ordered.
“I will see to it that it is done,” he answered.
“Good,” I replied.
The image of her naked body flashed before my eyes again. I would have her again, and soon.
The lab results came in that night, confirming that Chloe was indeed Isabella’s daughter, just as I had thought she was. I called in a few favors with a few of my connections in the CIA and a file with her complete background history was emailed to me just a few hours later. I pored over it. I would learn everything about her that I could.
Her birth certificate had been forged, leaving no indication of her real parents. Instead, it claimed that she had been born to Betsy and Ronald Whitmore on the outskirts of Burlington, Vermont. There were no hospital records of her birth. Either the doctors had been paid off in cash or the records had been destroyed or she was born somewhere in the woods in secret.
There was no connection that I could find between Isabella, Betsy, and Ronald. They seemed like a random choice, but I knew that there must be more to the truth than that. She had chosen them for a reason, and I’d figure it out eventually. I moved on to the next part of the file that detailed Chloe’s academic records. It wasn’t particularly illuminating. She didn’t go to any expensive private schools because her adoptive parents couldn’t afford it. Nothing in their bank accounts suggested any payments for their role in raising her. She’d done well academically, but after she graduated high school at the top of her class, she decided against going to college. Instead, she had gotten a job and saved up several thousand dollars so that she could move to New York and pursue her singing career. By all my observations, it looked like she was blossoming here. She was on the right track and if she continued to work as hard as she was, she would be famous before long.
Her social media profiles were professionally done and when I looked into her business contacts, I was impressed at what she’d accomplished so far. Her agent was an up and coming star in his company, and he’d already made a move to secure a potentially big deal for her with a record label. If he actually succeeded, it would be a really big break for her.
I had no doubt in my mind that she could be famous of her own doing, but I wanted to help her. I knew quite a number of people in the music industry and it would simply take a few strong suggestions to really break things open for her. I started to make a few calls and laid several plans into motion for the coming weekend. When I was finished, my cell phone started to ring. I flipped the file shut and answered it. It was Dean. I answered the call and held the phone to my ear, waiting for him to speak first.
“Silas,” he said in greeting.
“Dean,” I replied.
“I think we should amp up our protective detail on Chloe,” he began.
“Why is that?” I pressed.
“I saw Matthew Lucchese lurking outside her apartment building this morning. I recognized some other Gambino assholes wandering the street last night. I don’t like it, boss,” he said.
I growled.
“I’ll look into it myself,” I replied.
“Of course. What would you want me to do?” he questioned.
“Stay on her. I’ll join you in just a little while,” I added. “Wait for my call. I’m going to look into a few things first.” I didn’t wait for him to answer me. I just hung up the phone.
I trusted my men, but when it came down to her protection, I would ensure that she was safe. I logged back into my computer and opened several different databases that I had access to. I pulled up the security feeds from every camera that had a view of her apartment building, setting the software to scan for every known face of the members of the four families. It would take some time, but I would have an answer of everyone who’d been in a three-mile radius of her home. I didn’t stop there. I pinged the location of her cell phone and began to track her movements. The software spent a short amount of time pinging her location, but once the triangulation was complete, I took note of the fact that she was inside her apartment building. I took out a burner phone from my desk and mirrored hers in it so that I would be able to keep track of her activity if need be.
I had one more trick up my sleeve to ensure that Chloe was protected. When Damon had dropped her off the night before, he had placed a few devices around her apartment when she wasn’t paying attention. A few were motion detectors that activated and recorded video. The others were activated by sound.
I opened the files already captured, watching as she practiced her songs. I listened to the beautiful sound of her voice as she wrote another melody while strumming on her guitar. Her raw talent was impressive. Quite honestly, she deserved the world and I wanted to give it to her on a silver platter.
I scanned all the captured files. All the footage was just her. She lived alone and didn’t appear to have any visitors, except for the pizza delivery guy who knocked on her door for dinner. I watched as she answered the door and tipped him. I couldn’t help but smirk when she sat down at the small table and winched just the slightest bit. Her bottom was still sore.
That pleased me.
She ate a piece of pizza and crossed her legs, occasionally rubbing her thighs. I wondered if she was thinking of the night before and when she visibly shivered, I knew that she was.
Dirty girl.
I keyed in several commands that would alert my phone if any additional captures were recorded. I finalized a few other things and after I was done, I left my office and signaled for my car to come around. When it pulled up a minute later, I climbed into the backseat and called Dean in order to let him know I was on my way.
For the next few days, Dean and I paired up to ensure that Chloe remained safe. It soon became clear to me that she was being tailed by some of the families, although not seriously yet. When she left her apartment to go to the grocery store, I followed her to make sure that none of them grew brave enough to make a move.
By the time Friday came around, I was positive that at least the Luccheses and the Gambinos were up to something. I glimpsed the faces of their lower soldiers in a window of a neighboring building from time to time. One of them had even tried to blend in on the stoop across the street with a beer. I sent Dean on a walk in that direction and the asshole disappeared without a trace.
Chloe left her place that evening and caught a taxi. In order to remain inconspicuous, I paid off an Uber driver and borrowed his car for the night. I offered him enough money to more than pay off what he owed on the car and he happily took a taxi home. I ordered Dean to stay outside her apartment building, just in case the families decided to make a move while she was away.
