Thrust Into His Arms

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 He Is Dangerous

"Good morning babe." Brooke says groggily as she hugs me from behind. Slipping her hands under my shirt and touching my lower abdomen and trailing downwards. An action that might have succeeded in getting me in the mood for a round of morning sex.

But no. I have got far more important things to do today. Lisa had already left. Why hadn’t she?

Her bare breasts squishing against my back is more of an annoyance than a horniness inducing act right now. "Get your hands off." I grumble out in a lazy tone. She wants to act stubborn but she sensefully doesn’t. She lets go, coming to stand in front of me. Bedsheets wrapped on her lower body. "I just thought that we could have some real private time together now. Just you and me." She says in a syrupy voice. Silence was my answer to that.

"Okay, not in the mood. I get it." She says with a little disappointment.

"Why did you invite Lisa to join us? She was such a bore. The next time you wanna invite someone else over for a threesome with me, you should pick someone that is as good in bed as me." She complains.

I thought so too. "I will keep that in mind."

GWENETH

I told Dad everything. How it all started with Maverick and in the cafeteria. Almost all there is about Lamont and his minions. I meticulously left out the swimming pool tortures not to get him more pissed and interested than he already is.

He listened and let me explain attentively even though he wanted to interrupt. The three times sharp inhales is proof that he was concealing his anger. "Those brats!" He spits with restrained rage.

"How dare they bully you? I will have to go to the school tomorrow and get those brats severely punished for this!" He fiercely declares. I immediately try to extinguish the idea.

"No Dad. Please don’t. It would only make things worse for me. These people. . . . . they’re just too. . . I really cannot. . . . . explain. Nor put it in a way that you would understand. But you really can’t.

I would be the one facing punishment instead of them if you drag it out." I plead.

"That is just in your head. How could you be the one to face the consequences? Do you hear yourself? They need to be punished! Seeing those marks, I do not even need to ask how bad it is because it is glaringly obvious that it is so bad! Those kids are monsters!" Yes they are. I add silently.

"It has been happening for this long and you decided to keep it to yourself. I’m so disappointed and angry right now." I sniffle.

"I’m sorry. I just thought it was for the best. And I still do."

"What do you mean it is for the best? So you just plan on not trying to get away or making them pay?"

"Yes, because that is all I can do.

It is the only easy option for me. You, or mom getting involved would only lead to me getting expelled or having to transfer and that is not something I can afford. You know how important schooling there means to me." I pause to sigh, doing a blink spike to keep leaking tears at bay. "They would all graduate by mid next year. Calyx Lamont would not be able to bully me anymore if he is not at school." freeweɓnovel.cøm

I watch as his face grows cold. "That name. . .say it again?" He suddenly asks. I wanted to first ask why. But I tell him. "Calyx Lamont?"

"Calyx Lamont." He repeats. I inquire,

"What? Do you. . .know him? Is he a known outlaw?" It is the right question to ask, because if Dad says he knows someone, and with this expression he has on, it is either that the person is his close friend, relative or a criminal. The third one so well fits for this scenario.

"That boy, what do you know about him? Is he by any chance related to Bryan Lamont and the Morté Cartel?" fгeewebnovёl.com

Cartel? "By cartel. . . do you mean organized illegal dealings on a large scale?"

"yes."

"I wouldn’t know." The honest answer would be sort of. But that would be just a mere speculation. But judging from how he likes breaking rules, one can tell that he is so into shady and that he loves it. The idea that he could somehow be connected to a Cartel does not come off much to me as a surprise. Dad seems to be in deep thought after. I ask him what it is about and he says, "You’ve heard of Mafia. Haven’t you?"

"Yes. I hear news of it."

"The Morté Cartel has been running for a long time. It is sort of generational. Each new power shift is more profound and notorious than the preceding one. They control the largest shipments and arsenals of drugs and weapons. Their operations spans through the entire continent. And perhaps even beyond." Now there is something to get me surprised. And what’s with the name Morté. Doesn’t that means death?

That is so. . . I really don’t know what to say. Should I be more scared of him than I already am?

Dad continues his explanation. "The CIA and the FBI were cracking down on their operations but then suddenly stopped a year ago and destroyed everything they had gathered on them. I’m talking lots of information and evidences that could have been successful in bringing them down or at least put a dent on their stronghold. They must have been threatened or blackmailed into doing so."

My mouth falls open. "So what you are trying to say is—"

"If this boy you mentioned is truly who I think he is, then he is very dangerous. "

That goes without saying.

"At just a young age, he has amassed a volume of serial killings and assassinations of high standing politicians and business rivals who tried to challenge their rule."

"So he is a serial killer?" I say with shock.

"Not in theory. There is nothing to prove it. Just a wild speculation and hunch which I know is true."