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Authors note: Thank You to everyone who have left comments or contacted
me directly. If you are registered I try to reply to each comment left
via your email address given to the site (might wanna check your junk
mail folder). From the beginning of this story I knew where I wanted it
to go, how so many threads could / might come together and maybe make
an interesting garment (story). This chapter sets up the final chapter for
this story and as much as it pains me to end the saga - might be time to
try some new stories.
BTW - I've got the finale planned - it's a matter now of crafting it...
Thank You again!
Ok, enjoy this Chapter. XOXO Rachel!
December 4th, 10:12 AM
What do you do when confronted with the truth? The truth you have been
used and betrayed by someone you trusted, maybe even had feelings for... I
closed my eyes and felt the tears again rolling down my face. My heart
ached like it was being ripped apart. I still felt sick to my stomach,
but slowly a new feeling was just starting to poke at my heart - fear. I
covered my face with my arms. "This can't..." and there was no holding
back the sobs shaking my body to the core...
Brad let me work through the emotions, afraid of getting on the
rollercoaster I was on, the one he pretty much had been controlling form
the start. After a couple minutes I tried to sit up, but felt queasy.
Where was I going to go anyway? I shouldn't be here...
"You should take it easy for a few more minutes Rach..."
I looked into his eyes, not sure I could tell the truth from any number of
lies he'd fed me these past however many weeks. I sucked in a large gulp
of air, working up the courage to speak. "Don't... Please don't hurt my
family..." and the crying began again, uncontrollably, deep shudders, I
felt broken... I rolled away from Brad, burying my face in the back of
the couch.
It was several minutes before I had calmed down enough to even listen to
anything he could possibly have to say to me. Twice Brad put his hand on
my shoulder, but I jerked it away. This wasn't a game, I wasn't some teen
just having gotten screwed over by her first love. No, all of my life
since meeting Brad was nothing but a lie. A lie to get leverage on my
father. And for what, some fucking real estate deal?
I turned toward Brad and forced myself to sit up. "How could you..." I
huffed a few breaths hard, but held back breaking down again. I could see
the wheels turning behind Brads eyes. "If you have to think about it
Brad, it's probably a lie. I'm done with the lies. And if you go after my
dad I will..."
"Stop! Shit... Stop right there..." he shot back angrily. "What is this
crap about your dad? Jesus, no one is after your family for God's sake."
He was angry, stood and walked to the slider.
"Really? I'm not fucking stupid Brad! Who do you go through to build shit
in this city? Who! You know that's my dad - he's the City Planner! Don't
fucking lie to me!" I stood quickly, a little woozy at first, but walked
up behind him when I felt steady enough. I was about to kick the bear.
"You used me to get at my dad! Fuck, I was too stupid to see it... Tell me
I'm wrong Brad! Tell me Tony, James, Harris, and Will are not trying to
get at my dad with you..." My voice was near scream volumes. "You made
it happen!"
I retreated a step when he turned around quickly. I was expecting him to
be red faced, gasket blown, angry! Instead his face was calm, deep in
thought. God! Yell, be pissed! What game are you playing? I wanted to hit
him!
"Rachel," he began slowly, "do you think in this day and age people give a
crap about LGBTQ and whatever other alphabet letters you wanna add to that
anymore?"
"What's that got to do with blackmail Brad?" And I knew the venom in my
voice was thick, purposely so. I knew the truth... Well, at least some of
it.
"Whoa... Listen up, no one would care Rachel. No one. Do you think your
dad has held that job for as long as he has because he lacked integrity?
If someone tried to use you to get at him for some favorable building
ruling he'd eat the public embarrassment - which I just told you, no one
would care about - and where would they be then? So, get off the blackmail
bullshit... Not only that, there are checks and balances. Your dad calls
the shots, but he's got gates to go through first. Nothing in city
government, development happens over night or solely by the stroke of your
dad's pen alone. Get real..."
All I could think about in what he had said was my dad having integrity...
Integrity to roll with me being outted by some assholes, even if my dad
didn't like who I was becoming - when he found out. My dad lived for his
family, sacrificed, missing plenty of my high school years due to making a
better life for my mom and I... I knew my dad, if his family was
threatened he would stick it to whomever tried with the full force of the
legal system available to the city of Las Vegas, maybe even the state. And
yes, Brad was probably right about checks and balances on my dad's
authority... Ooh, my God!
My attention snapped back to the here and now - I looked up at Brad, who
had the slightest of smirks on his face - which I wanted to snack off, but
jumped into thinking a loud, "I... I don't get it? Tony Bennito has a
project proposal with financial backing from Will's company. And Harris,
with his Regency Group doing the same something... I think with James
Calstrom' company is the money backer for that proposal... Competing
projects..." I paused. "What am I doing here in the middle of this?"
What else am I missing? I turned away from Brad, racking my brain on the
puzzle pieces scattered before me... What was Brad's job? He told me
once... Doing things for people to get something out of them at a later
date. It made no sense, why give them me to get at my dad - which wasn't
his play anyway - he just said as much. Do I believe him? I saw my
suitcase by the door and it hit me - Atlantic City...
Will said - a horse from Atlantic City also was stumping a proposal.
"Will said there was another..." I stopped turned back toward Brad. "Oh
shit..." He was smiling, like a teacher proud of his student for breaking
through a tough problem. "You... You are..." I caught myself, to think
about what I wanted to say next. "You..."
"There's a lot going on here Rachel, you now have all the players..."
"Atlantic City... You put me in front of these people to help whoever is
paying your salary..." my voice trailing off. Absently I added, "You used
me..."
"Did I? Think we may have had needs fulfilled by the other..."
"Ooh my God, you used me to get at those guys... You..."
"No, I provided you an opportunity to fast track who you are, who you want
to be..."
"What, you think my life's ambition is to be a prostitute?"
"That's not what I said..."
I looked at him hard for a second. "Fuck you! You aren't the innocent in
this. I trusted you, you betrayed me..."
"No, I've been here for you all along. Pretty sure..." he said smugly.
"So, that's it - you work for the mob, I got used... Wait, how... God Damn
you Brad!" I was struggling to put the pieces together and frustration was
getting the better of me.
"There is no mob, Rachel. The power is in the hands of those with
money..."
"Yeah! Well my money better be... In my account!"
"Your money is there..."
"What did you get it off this rabbit hole fucking..." I clenched my fists
and whispered, "Game..."
"I got something out of this, money was certainly part of it... I'll be
set for a while beyond money."
"How much Brad! How much did you get off of using me?"
"You want what I got, it's yours - I'll get it transferred before
lunch..."
"None of this makes any sense..." I shook my head.
Brad smiled. "Sure it does..."
"Screw you!" I and headed for the front door. I grabbed the suitcase from
last night, I needed to pack and get the hell out of here. Fuck you Brad!
I didn't look back...
December 4th, 11:46 AM
I caught the moment of the bedroom door and I looked over to see Brad
leaning against the door jam.
He looked at the suitcases on the bed, mine from last night, and his. I
had dumped his stuff on the floor from the one he used for his Atlantic
City trip. "You can have the suitcase," he smiled. I shot him a look that
said 'Not in the mood'. He didn't catch it. "Where you going to go?"
I really didn't think that one out, but getting out of here would be a
good start. I ignored him.
I heard a piece of paper rustle. "Money is transferred, you got Will
Hines' yesterday. Not bad for a couple weeks, hundred and sixty-eight
grand and some change..."
What? With the money from Will that would put me at around sixty-eight
thousand. How was my account a hundred thousand more? I turn to look at
him, questioning what I'd heard. He held the paper out toward me and I
took the few steps to grab it from him. I saw the deposit from yesterday,
for the twenty thousand - Will, via Brad - note to self - get Brad off my
account. Under that was another posted today for one hundred thousand. No,
not ten thousand, there were really five zeros after the number '1'. I
looked at Brad puzzled.
"What... You wanted my piece of this project. You have it..."
"Yeah right, what the hell is this?"
"I told you, you could have my share. You made this stuff happen, it's the
least I can do..."
There was no smile, no smirk, no bragging - just a cold explanation for an
insane amount of money that was now in my bank account. I turned back to
my packing, folding the paper before placing it on top of one of the
suitcases and closed it. I struggled to zip it shut, but got it finally.
I'll figure this shit out later... I need to get out of here and away
from this guy.
"So, I do need to know where you intend to go. There's liable to be,
complications that will arise in the next couple of days... Not likely,
but possible."
"What?"
"There are a couple angry people out there right now, best that you lay
low. If I know what your plans are maybe I can help minimize some of
that... Krystal is tucked away, I would feel better if you were also."
I spun around quickly. "Are you fucking kidding me!" He nodded 'No'. "My
parents?"
"I said no one was going to go after your parents."
"You've told me a lot of things Brad..."
"The way this is going to work is - people are going to retreat a little.
They don't want their laundry out in public - as investors really don't
like that kind of thing and it would make them look like they can't manage
very well. They will scramble to see how they can save what they have
invested in time and money, weigh that against some potentially business
crippling backlash to save their own skins. They will eventually move on
to something else. Plain and simple. If that's not the case, well I'm here
to dissuade them."
A cold chill ran through me, Brad could just as easily 'dissuade' me
somehow. He was in the Army, he probably killed people... I know he tore
into that football player who beat up Krystal. If I pissed him off was I
next? Not like he would be beating a real woman... I shook my head,
thinking that train of thought wasn't helpful. What do I do...
I had been thinking about what to say to Brad before he came in to rub my
nose in all the money I had conveniently come into. I decided to see what
I could figure out what I was still missing. "So I, through you, helped
to orchestrate the fall of two competitors of your Atlantic City goons?"
"Pretty much. Krystal was part of this also..."
"And you think these people, who have plunked down millions to get a
return with potential in the billions, are just going to chalk it up to
their dicks screwing up their business deal?" I let the Krystal comment
go, but it wouldn't surprise me that Brad was using her also.
"That is the hope. Politicians have done the exact same shit and come
back from it... If everyone plays it cool, their loss will barely be a
blip on their bank accounts. They'll work the next opportunity and likely
succeed. "
"Yeah, if you're not in the picture... So, you are fine with having a
hand in screwing these people. I mean you did stuff for Tony Bennito and
there was that diamond robbery he had... All that gets thrown out the
window. All your bullshit about doing stuff for people and getting favors
down the line - these guys will want to bury you alive." I hoped I didn't
sound like I cared.
"Rach, there will always be people wanting something from someone. Don't
worry, I'll be just fine."
Screw you! This was not the guy I thought I knew... "Have you told all of
them?"
"No. Harris and Tony were the legs of the stool we were after. If it
comes to it we'll go after their financing legs."
That would be James and Will... I felt ashamed, cheap, knowing I was a
part of this game Brad was playing for his masters in Atlantic City. I
didn't want anyone to get hurt, even with the way Harris treated me - he
had a family. I had a connection with all of them, so did Krystal I
guess... I didn't want to be their ruin. This is not how I figured my
coming into being, becoming a woman was supposed to go...
"I have a friend in Seattle who's traveling right now. I could get you
set up there for a couple weeks."
Huh? I needed to leave Las Vegas? Seattle? No... That's not happening.
I looked at Brad questioningly. "I have to leave..."
"No, but I'd feel better if you were someplace I trusted. The next couple
days we'll see something from both companies - first delaying their
planning hearings with the city, which Harris has already done, I've been
told. It's that period of time - the delaying for the hearing - that will
determine their resolve. Trust me, bones are being thrown to these guys,
so it's not a total loss on their parts... Our project has plenty of room
to incorporate portions of their interests."
I sensed he was trying to sugar coat the danger I was in. On any given
day in Vegas prostitutes were assaulted. I could be that unreported news
item, well reported due to my dad's position with the city. I started to
feel sick again...
"What about Nate? You said you were going out there, is that a
possibility - leave today?"
Nate was the logical answer. I nodded, 'Yes'.
"Ok, let me know..." he turned and left me alone in the room, alone with
my thoughts, fears, demons...
December 4th, 1:13 PM
I had talked to Nate after Brad left the room and asked if I could come
out to Napa today. I didn't get into the details, I mean I certainly
wasn't going to tell him I was a sex trade worker fleeing from possible
retribution from a scam run on clients. I guess he already knew the sex
trade thing... So, I was relieved when he said he loved the idea, his
voice almost giddy. When he asked if I wanted his private jet to come get
me I turned him down at first, but after some thinking about making that
long drive and him insisting like five times, I finally agreed.
I needed to be at McCarran by 4:00 PM. The flight to Napa County airport
would be about an hour and a half. A car would be waiting for me and take
me to his home. The only down side to the plan - Nate wouldn't be able to
make it out for a couple days - which would be the weekend. He told me he
would try to cut a day from his schedule if possible. In the mean time -
his house was mine. There would be a staff on hand, but they would stay
out of my way. If I needed anything - Rosa would make it happen.
Finally - he said he was excited to see me. It was what I needed to hear,
a bright spot to chase the gloom this day had spread over my world. I
wanted out of the condo, to finish packing Brad's larger suitcase with all
I needed, and then figure out the rest once in Napa.
I pulled up a weather forecast - about the same as Vegas. I would need to
figure out getting something warmer to wear once there. Nate had given me
a tip equal to the fee Brad had arranged and said I needed to buy a swim
suit. I wonder why? The weather wasn't conducive to swimming - even in a
heated pool. Whatever, I was getting out of here, away from Brad, away
from crazy shit I still didn't fully fathom. Maybe Nate could be my
sounding board and help me figure it all out...
I did have another conversation with Brad, but he was on his way out, so I
pretty much got a pat on the head and I'll call you later from him. He
did suggest taking a cab to the airport. Gee, Thanks for nothing Brad...
December 4th, 7:10 PM
The flight out of Las Vegas was late lifting off, we didn't actually leave
the gate until about 4:45 PM. The process of getting through security was
almost non-existent and I certainly understood why the rich had their own
planes. The jet itself wasn't huge or overly opulent, but it was
certainly more comfortable than flying commercial. This was the way to
travel.
The flight consisted of a crew of two pilots and a hostess. The hostess
was an attractive woman in her early thirties who I sensed, more like
knew, I wasn't what I was trying to portray, even dressed in what I
considered to be women's business attire. Maybe she didn't know? I could
pass, couldn't I? We talked briefly before the flight, 'Did I want a
drink?' and 'Something to eat?', but the bulk of the flight I was left
alone. I didn't even speak with the pilots, though saw them while
boarding and leaving the jet. No one was rude, but the experience was
certainly sterile.
Once in Napa there was a Lincoln town car waiting and after a twenty
minute drive we pulled down a long drive through rows and rows of dormant
grape vines. Nate had said this place was a working winery and with
outbuildings it looked very much that - even in the off growing season.
Deep into the property and perched on a small hill side was the house he'd
told me about. It was in the Spanish architectural style, large covered
porch looked east and a deck area on the west side.
Rosa met the car and was very polite. Once again another person who
likely knew I wasn't what I was trying be, but at this point I was too
tired to stress over it. I was shown to a beautiful room with a master
bathroom to die for - I had plans for the soaking tub here shortly. There
was a huge TV, pillows everywhere, fine art on the walls, a computer, and
even a hot tub on the deck. Rosa asked if I wanted anything and since I
hadn't eaten pretty much all day asked for a sandwich and some chips, a
Coke if she had it. All was delivered within a couple minutes and I was
left alone to enjoy it.
I heard the tub calling my name and went about filling it with the hottest
water I could stand. It took a few minutes to get totally submerged, but
once it surrounded my body I was in heaven. It was a jetted tub, so I got
the full spa like treatment from the bubbles and jets. When done
relaxing, which was at least a half-hour, I went about my usual routines -
legs shaved, hair washed, face scrubbed, moisturizer applied... Time for
bed!
December 4th, 9:42 PM
I had just crawled into bed when the familiar chime of FaceTime sounded
from my phone. I reached for the phone praying it wasn't Brad, it wasn't,
it was Nate... I clicked the light on and dreaded answering in the state
I was in - no makeup, hair a fizzy mess! CRAP! I knew it was pointless
to fight answering, Nate would just keep at it... I accepted the
connection.
"Hey beautiful! You in bed?"
He was way too chipper, awake, and I really just wanted to be asleep.
"Yeeees... Obviously I need more beauty sleep."
"Nah, you look great..."
After bantering about my appearance the conversation switched to my
finding out what Brad had gotten me into and why I had reached out for a
place to lay low. Nate assured me no one would be looking for me at the
vineyard and there was a security service that patrolled the grounds. He
would ask that it be doubled if that would make me feel better. I told
him I would be fine and thanked him for considering it.
We talked more about Brad and Nate threw in some details about how
everyone involved had more than enough opportunity to make large sums of
money from whoever won the cities approval. Construction supplies, cement
and steel, alcohol, and the list went on and on - with each of the players
having hands in those businesses. He didn't know anything about Brad's
Atlantic City connections, but with the other two players likely to bow
out - the city, my dad, would have nothing in the way for getting that
project approved if they had all their T's crossed and I's dotted. The
conversation meandered a bit more until...
"I'm just glad you're safe there in Napa and Krystal is being looked after
in Seattle..."
Huh? Krystal is in Seattle? How did he know that? I got a chill and
hoped he didn't see it on my face. "Yeah, I feel better now..."
"You sure? You look a little concerned?"
"No, I'm just really tired... Would you mind if we picked this up
tomorrow?" I tried to sound convincing, not sure if my face was
cooperating.
"Sure..." he sounded unsure.
I tried to distract him. "When do I get to see you again? Oh, and it's
not like swimsuit weather here... Why was I supposed to bring a
swimsuit?"
He was smiling. "I'm trying to blow off Friday, need a couple things to
fall into place. I might be there tomorrow night for dinner. You want to
go out? Or, maybe we hop on the plane and go someplace warm, say San
Diego or Hawaii?"
I was at a lose. "If you want... I'm in... I just would like to see
you."
"And I really want to see you... Sleep tight pretty lady."
"Thank You for everything Nate..."
"You're Welcome Rachel... Good night."
"Night..."
The connection closed and my panic spiked. Nate had slipped up - I didn't
even know where Krystal was, Brad had never said. I had tried to call her
a number of times today and she didn't answer. How is it that Nate knew
where she was? Was he in on this game Brad was running. If she was being
'looked after' did that mean she was dead, alive, safe? My mind was
running and I shuddered...
I pulled up a Safari browser and went to Nate' company website and clicked
on the link 'Clients'. When the page loaded I looked over the list and
third from the bottom, the list wasn't alphabetical, there it was - HCC.
That was the company Brad worked for. It's corporate headquarters -
Atlantic City, NJ. He had said I would recognize companies he worked
with. I was hoping HCC wasn't one of them...
I felt sick to my stomach and curled into a ball. What do I do? How deep
was this rabbit hole? Had I crossed a line that would erase everything...
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