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"I think it is, Daddy."
"I'll hook you up with a top doctor specializing in sex trafficking survivors. I'll provide you with all the resources you need to stay healthy and make sure those scary drugs didn't damage your mind or body."
My eyes flit up to Benedetto's as a pulse of emotion barrels through me. I look at this man, this brave, noble man who rescued me, the hero of my wildest dreams, and hug him as hard as I can.
Holy shit. This isexactlywhat a real Daddy would do.
"Thank you, Daddy." I squeeze him tight. "I love you so much. You're every bit the Daddy of my fantasies."
Benedetto twines his fingers through my hair. "You're a brave, brave boy. You’ve been through so much, but you were resilient and pushed through to the end. I'm so proud of you."
I rub my nose in Benedetto's chest. I inhale deeply, sniffing the scent of orange peels. Everything about my Daddy is so perfect. I want to slice him open like Ollie and burrow into his skin.
I bring his hand to my ass cheeks. "I'm ready, Daddy." My breath hitches as I rub myself on his body. "Ready for your love tonight."
Benedetto squeezes my ass. "Let's head home."
39
CALLUM
It'scrazy how much I don't remember about my life because of my injections. I'm a Senator's son. I grew up close to Washington DC. I had a cocker spaniel and a family who loved me.
"I don't understand why I couldn't remember any of this, Daddy."
I rest my head on Daddy's shoulder. We’re in his big limousine heading to my childhood home in Maryland. I was thrilled when Daddy suggested this trip last week. Apparently, my parents are ecstatic to see me and they're desperate for a reunion.
I'm excited to see them, too. And I hope my childhood puppy’s still alive.
"Your captors injected you with a powerful drug cocktail." Benedetto tightens his grip on my body, pulling him flush with him. "The last dose Ollie gave you underneath the manhole was double strength. It set you back to day one."
"That's what the doctor said." I let out a breath as I glance out the window. I take in the trees, shrubs, and beautiful homes that pass us by.
"Your memories will continue to return, baby boy." Benedetto presses his lips to my forehead. "Just like Ollie and the doctor told you."
"I still can't believe some of the things we learned." I shake my head in disbelief. "They don't seem real."
Benedetto confided in me that took a strand of my hair the first day they brought me into the hospital and sent it to one of his associates in the FBI to analyze.
His associate sequenced the DNA and discovered I was a match for the Bettencourt boy.
What he didn't realize was that Wesley Bettencourt, a.k.a. the turtle boy, had a twin.
Both of us were adopted from a shelter in Maryland. The Bettencourts and the Ji-Yeongs scrubbed all records of the adoption because they didn't want anyone to know they had troubles with fertility. That's the explanation my mother gave Benedetto on a video call last week.
"We adopted because we couldn't go through another round of IVF treatment. He was our special boy."
All this time, one of the boys I was in the basement with was my biological twin. I never thought I had a sibling, mostly because I felt so alone in the shelter. But it makes sense. We looked identical and everyone thought we were related.
Benedetto squeezes my hand. "It's shocking, I know."
I breathe on the window and doodle a little bug on the glass. "I'll call Ollie on the secret burner phone he gave me last weekend. I'll tell him everything."
My phone buzzes and I swipe it open.
Ollie:You need to get your ass to Manhattan and join us. We're about to start phase one of our mission
Ollie:*send pic of my three best friends holding bloody knives*
