Becoming a sex slave of the devil - Chapter 140: Chapter 140

“This? This is nothing!”
Dad winced. Gordon was still seated on the conference table. He had his arms folded and he was watching me, looking at me with an unreadable expression.
“I thought I was in control when none of it had anything to do with what I’d planned, it’d all somehow been orchestrated so I’d end up with Gordon ”, I continued, rage propelling my words.
“And then when I escaped because it was f*****g unbearable,” I glanced at Gordon but he made no moves, his expression didn’t change.
“What did you do? Did you help me? Did you? No, you called Gordon and told him where to find me. Do you know what I had endured up to that point? Do you have any idea? Do you even care?
I thought you knew nothing but you knew f*****g everything.”
Dad shook his head, “I had no choice. And you were obviously safer here than down in Mexico. Imagine what might’ve happened to you if I hadn’t told him where you were?
If you’d gotten nabbed before he found you, maybe escaped a bit longer he wouldn’t have wanted to rescue you from Mexico. Maybe you should’ve just did what you were told and stayed put.”
“That’s enough,” Gordon spat. My eyes were wide, I was shocked.
What kind of twisted logic?
“Listen,” Dad drawled, smiling now, trying to salvage this, his eyes darting to and fro between Gordon and me, “I did what I thought I needed to do. I always did. I just wanted you safe.
I was no match for the Clarkes.
I knew you’d have a good life here. Gordon is a good man; he’s taking care of you. You’re happy. I never understood why your Mom wanted away from this life.
I tried to work my way up but Tom wouldn’t let me in. I thought I was a dead man, that Tom would have me taken out after your Mom. But he didn’t.
Then when he came for you, I thought through you, I dunno, maybe I’d know we were now safe and then I’d be a part of your life. Gordon, I’m available. I’m happy to start at the bottom, I —”
“Get out.” I interrupted. Dad looked at Gordon beseechingly and stayed perfectly still. There was silence for a beat.
Finally, Gordon notched a brow and jerked his chin up, “You heard her. Nino will walk you out.”
“Uh,” Dad got to his feet, “Can I uh… can I get a lift back home? I don’t have cab fare, I…”
“Get the f**k outta here,” Gordon pointed toward the door, “Nino!” he hollered, making me jump a little. The door flew open and Ni no was in the room, looking ready to crush bones. He hauled my Dad out of the chair and held him by the scruff.
“Escort him out,” Gordon said. Gordon followed them out into the hall and shut the door. I don’t think I was breathing. Then Gordon was back. He shut the door and leaned against it and looked at me. I guess I was just staring off into space.
Dad hadn’t even looked back at me on his way out the door.
I looked up at Gordon finally, not sure what I’d see.
“Come here, baby,” Gordon said.
I stood slowly and fought the trembling that had started in my chin. No, no more tears. Not for him. Gordon pulled me against him and kissed the top of my head and held me.
The strength of his arms around me, the solidness of his chest, the smell of him, he smelled like home to me now.
He softly started to fill me in on the rest of the conversation he had with my father and I kept dry eyes throughout the time he talked, my head just resting against his chest.
My father was a f**k up. My father was probably a rebound for my mother who was looking for a different life than what she’d grown up with but my dad was the wrong choice.
Tom Eliza set out to ruin my Dad, to show my Mom what a loser he was so my Mom would come back to him. It didn’t work. It might’ve driven my mom to suicide.
Tom Eliza might have killed my uncle as he had been allegedly obsessed with my mother and the power my uncle wielded.
Mom’s family were connected, even more than Tom Eliza back in those days. I never knew.
Gordon didn’t have any proof that his Uncle did anything to my mother directly but Gordon had concerns that a lot of what my father had said was true because he said it fit his Uncle’s MO, his MO was get to someone anyway he could and often that was by hitting them where it hurt and sometimes by making their life crumble around them.
Tom Eliza had the power to do that to people. With my Uncle Joe out of the way he had more power than ever.
Gordon said he got off on the power, the control over peoples’ lives. Gordon said his Uncle loved being a puppet master and his eyes were filled with irony, apology, as he told me that.
“So what now?” I asked, looking up at him and trying to ignore the way Gordon’s voice changed as he talked about his Uncle’s love for control.
Gordon shook his head, “I’ll dig for more info. I have plans to talk to Bianca’s ma, she’s been an aunt to me. And to Dario’s mother. Then I decide what to do.”
“What do you mean what to do? What can
you do?”
Gordon shrugged, “Let’s see where the truth takes us and then I’ll decide.”
I didn’t like the darkness in his eyes at that statement. I didn’t know what it all meant but I didn’t like it one single bit.
I heard a commotion outside the door. Gordon opened it. Nino and another guy I didn’t recognize were rushing toward the door, “A, I think you should come outside. Your Uncle and Greg Jackson—”
Gordon booked it toward the door and I followed and outside the front gate was opened and Gordon’s Uncle was beating the snot out of my father out on the street.
Gordon ran, passing James, and hauled his uncle off my father, whose face was gushing blood.