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I gripped a wine glass in my hand as so much frustration ran through me, I tossed the wine glass at the wall and watched as the red liquid sprayed everywhere and the glass shattered, falling to the floor beneath it.
“F*ck!” I screamed out in frustration.
There was no coming back from the conversation I had with him. If this was how he was going to be, I was going to have to take drastic measures to ensure he saw how serious I was about mending things with him. I would have to get rid of the complications.
The same complications that walked through the door at the beginning of summer with my daughter.
I had always told Tally that girl was no good, and even though she seemed sweet and innocent, I knew she wasn’t.
She was the devil and would have to be dealt with accordingly.
Becca was nothing but a burden to us all, and I would have the last laugh in this situation.
Picking up my phone, I scrolled through the numbers until I found the one name that I wanted to call. Sergie, the Russian mafia leader who had once done business with my ex-husband.
James warned me not to have contact with the man, but I wasn’t going to listen. Sergie adored me in every way and had constantly told me so the entire time James and he had done business.
Even Sergie’s wife and I got along quite wonderfully.
That was until the divorce, and she found it beneath her to talk to somebody in the same situation as I was. Self-centered bitch.
“Allison, what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call?” Sergie asked as he answered the phone.
“I talked to James, and I believe you had someone that went to talk to him as well. He is so stubborn that he doesn’t want to change anything.”
“I know this is a complication, and I wish that things didn’t have to come to this, but I’m going to have to take action against him. I do hope that you understand.” Sergie wasn’t a man to play around with. I knew what was going to come of this, and the fear of it happening rolled through me like a thundering wave.
“Wait. Don’t take it out on James. It isn’t his fault. There are complications behind his decisions that need to be taken care of. Once they are sorted, he will willingly make the right choice. I know he will,” I replied with desperation in my tone.
There was silence on the other end of the line, but the small, subtle noises of his thinking came through clearly. “I see, and these complications… do they have anything to do with the pretty little girl that he was seen with in Miami?”
“You mean the whore he was sleeping with that happened to be my daughter’s best friend? Yes, she is the complication. She has clouded his judgment. She is making it to where he doesn’t think properly about anything that he does. All he’s thinking about is his d*ck.”
Laughter escaped Sergie from the other end of the line, and I felt myself a bit shocked he would laugh at a matter like this. It was a very serious situation that had to be handled.
“Allison, you are definitely a woman from my own heart. Your jealousy and your vision for vengeance is quite enticing. You would have made a wonderful wife for a Russion had the situation presented itself to you.”
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I tried to put the happiest tone in my voice that I could. “Thank you, Sergie. I do appreciate that. But how can we fix this?”
“So eager, little wolf,” he replied in an amusing voice. “You don’t need to worry about this. What you need to worry about is finding your daughter that I hear has gone missing. I’m sure there are ways I could possibly help you find her. Though it would cost you, if you’re interested.”
“Cost me. I don’t understand. You know where she is?”
“I’m sure that I can find her,” he replied with a chuckle in the phone that was so deep and sinister that my skin crawled. “However, as I said, there is a cost.”
“What is it that you’re wanting, Sergie?” I asked, already knowing what he was going to say.
Sergie was an older man, but he was very well known for having a particular taste in things, and me coming to him, asking him for a favor, was not going to be something he would do for free.
“I would like for you to come spend a weekend with me, Allison. My wife is going to be preoccupied, and, as a man with needs, I would love the opportunity to finally get to taste you. It has been a very long time since you were underneath my palm.”
The comment he made was as if I had actually slept with him, which, in reality, I hadn’t.
What he was referring to was a convention we had years ago during a cocktail hour. He had approached me, offering me to have a fun evening, however at the time, I was absolutely in love with James and so young, so I declined.
It didn’t mean he didn’t try to approach me more than once, though. He was persistent.
However, he wasn’t the kind of man that would willingly take something that wasn’t freely given. He enjoyed being able to hold me under his thumb right now. He wanted me begging on my knees for his help and willing to submit to him in order to get it.
I may have been a proud woman, but the situation was serious.
I needed Becca taken care of, and this was the only way to do it.
“You want me to sleep with you in order for me to get your help? In order to handle Becca and also find my daughter?”
“Essentially, yes,” Sergie replied, causing my heart to all but stop.
“I understand my situation, but is there really no other way that we could go about this?”
“You have no other way to receive help from me unless I get something in return, Allison. Do not act like you’re afraid of me. I have seen the venom that you have spit at people for many years, and I find you to be the viper that I need to sustain my own hunger. So the question honestly is, Allison….do you want to submit to the devil in order to earn his favor?”
Did I want to submit to him?
No, absolutely not, but I didn’t really have another choice, and though some people would have looked at me as if I was the evil one in all of this, I was just a woman who did not like change.
A woman who wanted life to be as it was without outsiders interfering in personal affairs.
“I will spend the weekend with you, Sergie. If you are able to handle the situation, I’m sure there are things that we can agree further on in person.”
My response was short, but it had a meaning that caused him to laugh like I had never heard.
He was excited with the notion he would have me for the weekend after so many years of me declining his offers. I may have been older, but I was beautiful for my age.
In the end, though, there would be only one way out of this, and that way would be me having to kneel before him as he wanted.
“Wonderful. Prepare yourself. I will pick you up later tonight.”
“Later tonight?” I questioned with confusion on my face as I furrowed my brows and stopped pacing my living room. “I thought that you wanted me to spend a weekend with you.”
“Why would we wait? After all, you have a debt with me, and therefore, I will collect on it sooner rather than later. Is there a problem with that?”
Swallowing deeply, I tried to catch my breath, and as I stood there staring blankly at the wall in front of me, I knew my fate was sealed.
“There’s no problem at all. Let’s go ahead and schedule for around nine or so tonight. Would that be okay? That way, I have enough time to prepare myself and pack my bags. Plus, I’m sure you have calls to make after our conversation…”
“Indeed,” he replied with light amusement. “I will have someone come to collect you, then.”
As soon as the phone hung up, I slumped onto my sofa, letting everything soak in.
I had just done something I never thought I would do. I had signed my soul over to the devil to get what I wanted, and if it cost blood, then so be it.
Becca’s blood would run the streets of Miami by the time I got done with her.
I would have my revenge.
Becca
A few days had passed, and the conversation between James and I hadn’t been as much as I would have liked. In fact, he had been more busy than usual, and I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Every day was just like the last. I got up. I did my morning workout. I walked down to the cafe and got breakfast and coffee and then went to class.
I would go through the day as if nothing in the world was wrong with me, and by the time I got done with classes, I would head back to my apartment to eat dinner and do homework.
Whoever said that life as a student in college was exciting was sadly mistaken. My life was full of nothing but getting my work done, passing my classes, and surviving to the weekend.
Then, usually on the weekends, I was way too exhausted and tired to even want to do anything. Not to mention I was not the kind of girl that enjoyed going out partying. I was the kind of girl who would rather stay home with a good book, a movie and a friend, and some pizza.
Perhaps that was a preference not many people my age enjoyed, but it was a preference I enjoyed.
Walking into my apartment after a long week of going to school, I was excited, thinking about James, who was supposed to come tomorrow. The idea of spending time with him made my heart race, and honestly, I couldn’t wait to throw my arms around him the moment he stepped inside my apartment.
The idea of seeing him again was something that helped get me through the entire week, and as I pulled my phone out, I realized he had still not contacted me all day.
It was odd, but I didn’t let it bother me too much.
Knowing him, he had been super busy all day.
Putting my bag down and kicking off my shoes, I dialed his number and called him instead. The phone rang a few times, and when his deep, sultry voice came through the other line, I couldn’t help but smile.
“Hey, what’s going on? I’m in the middle of something,” he said quickly and that smile I had slowly fell.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I was just calling to check on you. Haven’t really heard from you today, and I know you’re going to be here tomorrow. So I just wanted to figure out what time so I can make plans.”
“Oh, shit, Becca, I completely forgot.” He forgot? What in the world did he mean? He forgot.
How could he have forgotten he was supposed to be coming to see me?
“I don’t understand. What do you mean you forgot? Are you not coming?” I asked him as I fell to the sofa, sitting there in disbelief that after a week of thinking he was coming to spend time with me, in reality, he wasn’t.
“I’m not going to be able to make it tomorrow. There are a lot of things going on that are just very complicated at the moment, and as much as I would love to be there with you, I honestly can’t.”
“It’s okay. I completely understand. I guess I’ll just figure something else out to do. Do you know when you might be coming up here?” I asked softly, hoping that it wasn’t going to be a long time before I would get to see him again.
“No, I don’t know when I’m going to make it up there, but I do really have to go. So can we pick up this conversation tomorrow morning? I have some free time I can schedule you in.”
Schedule me in.
Hearing him say those words turned my moment from being completely fine to completely pissed off. “Yeah, no worries. Let me know what your schedule is when you have time. Better yet, have Evette message me. She does all your scheduling.”
Hanging up the phone, I tossed it onto my coffee table and crossed my arms over my chest, sitting back, pouting. Perhaps the way I was acting was childish, but I had every right to be upset.