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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 is the last chapter in this
series. It pains me to end the saga - but I think it's time to try
some new stories on for size.
Thank You again!
Ok, enjoy the Final Chapter.
XOXO Rachel!
December 4th, 9:59 PM
I grabbed the comforter off the bed and stepped out onto the patio -
who knows what kind of tech bullshit Nate had this house wired with.
It was cold out and I shivered as the line was ringing for the number I
had dialed.
"Enterprise, this is Matt Tillerson, how can I help you?"
"Hello... Oh good, you're still open... I need to rent a car tonight,
right now..." I knew I had little to no control of my voice and
wondered if I sounded as panicked as I felt inside.
"Oh, actually we're closed Miss, sorry about that. I'm only here to
assist with vehicle issues. We open at 7:30 AM tomorrow."
The agent was polite, but I could tell he wasn't going to be much help,
at least without a push. "Matt, right?"
"Yes..."
"I don't want to give you a sob story or anything like that, but I need
a car right now. I'm in a bad spot... I can't really explain, but
it's not good..." This guy had to be picking up on my desperation.
Don't you want to help a girl in distress?
"Miss, I'm really sorry I can't help you tonight... Have you
considered calling the police?"
"Matt... my problem is I need to get out of my current situation and
just need a car. Would five-hundred dollars cash help move this
along?" I tried my best to not sound desperate.
After a long pause. "I don't know Miss, this all seems a little
unusual and I really can't screw up this job."
He didn't sound like he was pushing for more money and sounded
genuinely worried about his job, "Look, I have one-thousand dollars,
it's all I have - but I need to get out of here and can't do it without
some help Matt. I could start walking but that's really not an option
that will get me very far. Can't you help me?" That last sentence
certainly had more desperation in it, unforced truth be told...
Another truth - I actually had five-thousand dollars cash on me Nate
had tipped me the other night, but I wasn't going to give up that much
to get out of here. I'd figure something else out...
"Augh... This isn't... I really shouldn't be doing this..."
The rest of the conversation was pretty cut and dry. Matt agreed to
come get me at the vineyard, which is why I called Enterprise. The
vineyard was only about fifteen minutes from their lot, so that gave me
time to pack up what little I had unpacked. When I saw the lights of
his car coming up the long drive I made my way to the front door. Rosa
came out of the house as Matt was loading my second suitcase into the
trunk. She looked confused, "You're leaving?" I didn't reply and got
into the passenger seat. As we were leaving I could see she was making
a call, no doubt to Nate.
An hour later, I was in a rental car, a newer Toyota Camry, and making
my way to the Walmart just up the road from the Enterprise lot. I had
turned my phone off after Matt arrived, I had pulled necessary numbers
I might need from it while waiting for him. Something told me Nate
probably knew how to track me down twenty different ways and I wasn't
going to make it easy to find me by having my phone being a beacon to
wherever I was. I was being paranoid, I knew that, but fuck it! I
just hoped there wasn't a way the rental could be tracked.
At Wal-Mart I picked up a Pay-as-You-Go phone, some snacks, and a few
energy drinks - all paid for with cash. Thank God I hadn't had a
chance to deposit the cash from Nate. While walking to the car I
couldn't help but look around - was someone out here watching for me?
Was I going to be followed?
Once in the car I waited, watching the lot, seeing people come and go.
Five minutes passed, I started the car and I backed out slowly, driving
down two different rows, then stopping at the furthest spot in the lot
to see if anyone in a car was following or waiting. Nothing... I
turned onto Soscol Avenue heading south, watching the rearview mirror
the whole time for cars following me. Again, I didn't see cars coming
from the Wal-Mart lot. Traffic was light, so I could track the few
cars already on the road. I pulled into a gas station quickly, as if I
were a mindless driver needing to get gas impulsively. I parked on the
side of the building, and quickly turned out the lights.
When nothing happened after a couple minutes, I felt a little more
relaxed. OK, get a grip... You aren't public enemy number one - no
one is tracking you - maybe you aren't that important a piece in this
whole fucked up game Brad was playing. I realized I hadn't moved since
putting the car in park and was squeezing the steering wheel too tight.
I tried to relax, breathe... I shook my hands to get the blood moving
in them, squeezing them a couple times into fists. I caught a glimpse
of myself in the rearview mirror - Ah... I had pulled my hair back as
a solution to wetting it down and blow drying it - I hated it, but it's
the best I could do before Matt made it to the vineyard. I didn't want
to start on how my face looked... I groaned though to myself...
Augh... Whatever...
OK, time to get moving. I needed to get on Highway 12 east bound,
linking up with Interstate 5 south until I hit the 15 east for a
straight shot back to Las Vegas. I turned on the stereo, which blared
out some Spanish, salsa, Mexican, whatever music - Holy Shit! Volume!
I spun the dial down, giving my ears some relief. I found a station I
could relate too and for the first time in quite a while, I started to
feel like I had control of my destiny. Now to figure out a way to play
this game with all the people involved and come out on top... Yeah,
right! I was so screwed...
December 5th, 3:52 AM
I made it to the Buttonwillow Rest Area just shy of Bakersfield before
I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I was spent, used up, and
parked without even paying attention to any of the cars already parked
there or the couple that came in after I had parked. I needed to pee
for going on thirty minutes, so I used the women's restroom - it was
empty this late at night, got back into the rental car, and cranked the
seat back. I figured a short nap would be fine, and then I would push
on to Vegas.
That short nap turned into four hours of deep sleep, only to be woken
up by a tap on my window and a light shining in my face. It was a CHP
officer checking to see if I was alright - which should have panicked
me into being frozen, but being as tired as I was I just went along
with her couple questions and I didn't seem to raise any suspicions.
Even after handing her my license I was still so out of it that I
didn't do the whole 'Fight or Flight', anxiety, or panic attack
response thing. I was relieved when she was finished checking on me
and moved on to the next car. Guess there wasn't some all-points
bulletin out for my capture. I was certainly awake now though and
hungry. What the heck time was it?
December 5th, 8:47 AM
I cruised through a drive-thru for food in Bakersfield, can't beat an
Egg McMuffin and shitty coffee, before finally making it back to Vegas
and familiar territory. I wasn't sure if my first stop was the
smartest, but I figured I could be in and out without being detected.
Bottom line was I needed to return the rental car, so I needed my
Miata. I just hoped it was still in the garage and Brad hadn't done
anything to it. I was on edge when I turned the corner to the condo,
but I really didn't have a choice, did I? I went for it - entering the
underground garage holding my breath.
When I rounded the corner to my parking space, I was relieved to see my
baby sitting there. I parked the rental in front of Brad's car, got
out after popping the trunk, and pulled out the two carry-on sized
suitcases. I clicked the key fob for the Miata and its doors unlocked.
OK, that's a good sign. I popped the trunk and got one suitcase in,
the other I put in the front seat. I retrieved the paperwork from the
rental agreement, the bag of half-eaten snacks, and put them in the
Miata. Moment of truth - will she start?
She did, and I was so happy to hear her purring that high RPM note she
had when cold. I backed her out, and left her running while I parked
the rental. Got back in and I felt instantly comforted. At least
something was going right, my way. I had locked the keys of the rental
in the glove box, so no turning back. I would be in-and-out of the
garage in less than eleven minutes! I was thankful I hadn't run into
Brad and the Miata was still there unharmed.
December 5th, 9:02 AM
I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was hopeful no one knew I
was back in Vegas, but if they did - whatever! Good luck finding me
now! When I was a few blocks from the condo I called Matt, from
Enterprise, on his cell phone - I had gotten his number as part of our
thousand dollar exchange. I figured for what I had paid to get the
damn car last night he owed me. "Matt?"
"Yes... Is this Rachel?"
"Yeah... Hey, wanted to thank you again for last night. I really
appreciate it..."
"Yeah, well I may be in trouble. Someone called my boss last night
around midnight looking for you. Boss said it was your husband and he
was pissed. He didn't know what the hell was going on, so he called me
to find out what the fuck I was doing renting a car after business
hours."
"Oh... Matt I'm so sorry..." I felt like bad and hoped it wasn't that
big a deal.
"Look... I'm probably going to get canned today. Not like I give a
shit about this job all that much, but it's not like I've got a lot of
opportunities around here either. Shit..."
"I am really sorry Matt. I never meant to drag you into something that
was going to make things difficult for you. Look, text me an address I
can send you some money..."
"Yeah, right..."
"No, I'm serious Matt. I'll send you some money in a week. Just let
me get a couple things figured out with my... my husband and I will
definitely send you some cash."
"Ok... Yeah, fine..."
"Look, I need you to let Enterprise know where the car is now..."
"Sure..."
I rattled off the address and the parking space number in the
underground parking garage.
"Yeah, got it... They are going to charge you for the pickup and gas;
no, you prepaid the gas - never mind. Look for the charge on your
credit card. If I still have a job this will all get taken care of
around lunch, probably..."
"You'll still have a job. I can call your boss, text me a number for
him. I'm really, really sorry Matt... Oh, no problem with the extra
charges, whatever it takes, just need the car returned. I'll look for
the charge, OK?"
"Anything else?"
"No, just... You saved me from a pretty bad situation last night. I'm
thankful my husband didn't come down there and make things ugly. If he
calls, just don't tell him where I am, where the car ended up..."
"Hey, he knew you were here last night and that you rented a car -
pretty sure once we put it into the system that the car needs to be
picked up or the charge hits your credit card he's going to know.
Fuck, I should have known better..."
"You did the right thing Matt...", I paused for effect, "He... He
would have hurt me and...", another pause, "I just needed to get away
from him..."
"I get it... I just don't have to like any of this... I hope things
work out for you."
"I got a new phone number, this number - please don't give him this
number or enter it into your system..."
"Sure... Anything else?"
He sounded like he was done with me and I reminded him to text me an
address again. The line went dead after that. I seriously was going
to put some money in the mail after this was over; he deserved
something more for helping me out of a jam... I hoped he didn't lose
his job over this.
No sooner had I hung up with Matt and put the phone in the cup holder
it began to ring. I picked it up quickly, it was Matt's number. I
answered it, "Something wrong Matt?" concern in my voice.
"Rachel, what the hell are you doing?"
"Brad?" and I froze as the cars in front of me began moving when the
light turned green.
"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing, but come back to the
condo. Everything is good with Tony and Harris. I'll explain when you
get here..."
A honking behind me kicked my brain into gear and I let off the brake
and was moving again, but I was still trying to figure out how Brad was
calling me from Matt's phone number. "Is Matt alright?"
"Who's Matt?"
"You're calling from his phone, is he alright!"
"Rachel, I don't know how Nate does this shit. Who's Matt?"
I was frustrated and confused; Nate did something to Matt's phone? How
was this happening?
"You still there Rachel?"
"Brad, what is going on!" my voice was raised and now quivering.
"Nothing Rachel, that's what I've been trying to tell you. Come back
to the condo, park in a visitors spot. I can explain..."
"No... Where's Krystal? She's not answering her phone and Nate said
she was in Seattle. I didn't even know that Brad! Nate works for you,
for HCC!"
"Yes, Nate works for HCC. Krystal is fine - dropped her phone in the
lake she's staying at. I'll have her call your phone, so turn it back
on. A lot has happened since you left yesterday Rachel, come back to
the condo, let's talk."
"No... I'm not playing this game anymore Brad, I want to talk to
Krystal..."
"Fine... Turn your phone back on; I'll have her call you."
I hung up the Pay-As-You-Go without saying another word. I needed to
focus and I needed to get out of this Las Vegas traffic. I pulled into
a strip mall, turned the Miata off, and rummaged through my purse for
my iPhone. When I had it on I just stared at it, willing it to ring...
Four minutes passed and it began ringing... "Krystal! Are you
alright?"
"Yes Rachel I am good, right... I am in the Seattle in cold and
raining. Are you is good?"
Oh my fucking God! The relief I felt wash over me hearing her voice
and broken English brought tears to my eyes and I couldn't help but
laugh... Too many emotions were kicking be from all directions, "Yes,
I'm good. Do you know what is going on?"
"No, there is Brad who says I must visit here for this week. I say,
'OK', because I like a travel and meet the people. You are good, Yes?
I could not call you. My phone is in lake. Rachel, the house I stay
with is on lake. Like a boat, you know it is float like boat, but it
is not boat it is the house. I laugh when I see it here..."
She either didn't know how to answer my question or she really was in
the dark. We talked a few more minutes and I said I would call her
later. She explained she had to get her phone replaced and ended up
getting the newest iPhone. I said I would FaceTime her instead - she
didn't know what that was and I didn't have it in me to explain. We
laughed about a few other things and then I said I had to go. The
bottom line - she was safe, so maybe this whole ordeal was really over?
Maybe we weren't as big of cogs in this scam Brad had run? I was so
confused...
December 5th, 10:12 AM
I entered the condo tentatively and looked around for anyone who might
be there that shouldn't be. I caught movement down the hall and saw
Brad walk by the door to his room, likely going to his closet. A
second later he was looking around the door at me, "Hey..."
I nodded, but didn't move.
He came out from the bedroom wearing just a towel, "You've had an
eventful twenty-four hours..."
"Brad, I really don't have the energy for trying to find the damn light
switch that illuminates all the things that have gone on over the last
couple months..." I was really tired and running on pure adrenaline.
If he didn't come clean, then I was out of here.
"OK... You want some coffee?" He turned toward the kitchen and popped
a pod in the coffee maker.
"Sure..." I pulled a stool out from the kitchen counter bar and sat
watching him. For a middle-aged man he certainly had an amazing body,
but I had to push that thought aside and stick to my need to know what
was going on and why I had been used.
"So, you know all the players. Two years ago HCC got wind that the
city was going to make available property it owned for development of a
new casino and public multi-use entertainment facility. Harris's -
Regency Group and Tony's - Newtoni Development also picked up the
cities offering. There were others, but they didn't have the financial
backing."
The coffee was finished and Brad put the cup in front of me.
"Thanks..." I said pulling the cup towards me. It was warm in my hands
and I appreciated how it made me feel ever so slightly better about
being here. I was also thankful he wasn't making me ask him questions
and play that never ending guessing game he'd done so many other times
I wanted answers.
"Toast?" he asked.
"No Thank You..."
"Ok, so to be a step ahead of both Harris and Tony, I started doing odd
jobs for both. The idea was to get close and get information. At
first, it was just low level stuff, but last year I got a chance to do
some work within both of their offices and over the course of a couple
months learned some things about their businesses. I had been given
computer access and that opened a few doors for us, the things we were
able to find out..."
I interrupted, "You mean Nate found out..."
"Yes, Nate." He looked annoyed that I had interrupted him, but pressed
on. "Besides general business stuff, plans for their projects, where
money was coming from, who controlled local resources - Nate uncovered
a lot of porn on their personal computers. Don't ask how he did that,
but he said it was through a hole in their network he exploited after I
had given him my credentials. The porn was typical stuff, but there
was a lot of it specifically centered around women like Krystal and
you. Tony already had Krystal at his beckon call, and as I did more
and more for him he let me use her on occasion - because I had other
options I could throw his way and he knew I provided services to
visitors to Vegas. Harris pretty much had the same porn tastes but
never acted on anything I tried to put in front of him, until I
introduced him to Krystal."
He was looking at me as if I might have some question, but I just
returned his stare.
"OK, well... Hooking Harris was easy. He always met Krystal at a hotel
I set up, in fact generally every meeting I set up for both you and
Krystal was at a specific location."
"Because you somehow recorded these meetings..." I said in a low voice.
"Yes, though not my department, but yes anyone who's been with
Krystal..."
"And me?" I asked, concern in my voice obvious.
"Yes..." He paused to take a bite of his toast. "It probably wasn't
necessary, but it did make it easier to convince people knowing we had
something visual we could put in front of them. It made it easier for
them to justify putting their projects and efforts elsewhere."
"You're kidding me... Right? You or Nate or whoever the fuck has
video of me with James, Will, everyone I've been with?"
"No, not kidding Rach..."
I was having trouble trying to map out the consequences of something
like those videos ever getting out... "So, now that your precious HCC
has their competition out of the way, what is it you want to hold those
videos of me over my head for?"
He looked puzzled. "Ah, I don't follow..."
I was beginning to get angry and snapped, "Don't fucking play with me
Brad! What am I on the hook for? Do I need to go to my dad and
convince him to whole heartedly endorse the HCC development plan?"
"Why would we need that?" he shot back. "We've removed the competition
we were after, both their companies got bones that will make them
millions. The city will see we're spreading the love around. This
project is over Rachel, there's nothing else we need to accomplish."
"You need my silence..."
"That might be best for all involved, but if you went nuts and
contacted the press, well that's a shit storm you'll have to deal
with..." he mused as if he hadn't really thought it was a possibility.
"So, keep my mouth shut my family is safe and video of their Trans son
stays out of sight?"
Brad shook his head, "I promise you Rachel, going after your family was
never part of the equation. Hell, you weren't part of the equation
until we met. I didn't hunt you down and you could have left any time
you wanted. Why did you stay?"
Good question... Why did I stay? Was it because I got to live as who
I was meant to be? Was it the money? The sex? I really hadn't
considered what kept me here all this time.
"Look, slate is clean Rach. You can go, you can stay. I, I hope you
stay. I'm sure I can find something for you to do..."
I shot him a look... I'll bet he could pimp me out with a single phone
call. What did I want? Was that what I wanted? I know I didn't want
to be someone's pawn, to be used to screw others.
"Get your mind out of the gutter Miss... I'm serious though, I could
use someone I trust to manage some side projects. This HCC project,
when approved will mean a crazy amount of work. I've got Lisa and she
is great, but she's just one person and between planning her wedding to
that cop and running her mom's shop - she's got more on her plate than
she can manage. You think you might be interested?"
I looked into the warm cup of coffee I was holding and much like my
nearly couple months with Brad, I couldn't see the bottom - where would
staying take me in his world. I now had a hundred-sixty-eight thousand
in the bank, which could do a lot for me and getting my life on track
in a more normal sense. It would be a lie to say I wasn't curious to
know more about his offer... Brad walked to the other side of the
counter from me and I looked at him, he was smiling, "What?" I said.
"You don't want to leave all this..." he said hands spread as if he was
showing the living area of the condo or maybe he was meaning his body.
"God damn it Brad..." I said before spinning on the stool to face the
wall of windows looking out over the downtown core of Las Vegas.
Brad walked around and stood in front of me. "You don't want to run
away Rachel..."
He leaned in and kissed me softly, his tongue probing, and I couldn't
help but kiss him back. When my hands touched his hips he moved in
between my legs, wrapping his arms around me... When he broke the
kiss, he was looking at me with a serious look on his face. "I don't
like sharing... Stay here, work for me, let's see what kind of trouble
we can get into together..."
I had crossed so many lines since meeting Brad, staying with him might
just be the biggest one I have yet to cross. The thing is, I wasn't
done with getting all I could from Brad. Yes, I had money, I could try
to figure some meaningful course to follow, but there was an energy I
would be hard pressed to find in any environment outside of Brad's
world. Maybe this was the beginning of making me whole, complete...
I took his hand, stood, and we made our way to the bedroom... Time to
cross that line...
Fin...
Thank You!
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