Page 19 of Daddy's Stowaway

Chapter 10

Alexander

I heldmy paradox close to my body, relishing in the duality of the strong muscles lying beneath her silky soft skin. My worst suspicions were confirmed. She had been taken by the cartel and forced to work for them. I knew they would be looking for her, as no one got away from the Sina Cartel, at least not without being in a body bag.

I held Antonia protectively in my arms, playing over a myriad of solutions and wondering which one I could live with. To offer the cartel money would be opening up a can of worms that would end in my death and hers.

We could pretend she died and post an obituary, host a fake funeral and then move her to a remote island where she could live in safety. I already knew that wouldn’t fly with my girl. Antonia was too restless to be hidden away.

Then I wondered if I had something that we could trade. Straight across the board with nothing left to negotiate. If you cut off its head, the problem with a snake is that two more grow in its place. What you needed to do is give them something and make them feel like they were the winner. That would take some thought. I needed a suitable bargaining chip, a bribe, or dirt on their operation… then it hit me. I was thunderstruck by the simplicity of it all.

Smiling at the plans I would put in motion, I rose silently from the bed and tiptoed down to my office. I needed to get a hold of my FBI contact and my lawyer. He would draw up the legal documentation to help me sell my case to the new head of the Sina Crime Family, Izzy Zamaya. His father had recently gone to prison, and he’d taken up the old man’s reins.

Pitching him with cleaning up the past for a better and brighter future was my angle. At least that was my working theory, but that may change once we had all the pieces we needed. I emailed Buck with my idea and also my lawyer, Harvey Wetzler.

I closed up the laptop and rifled a text off to Johnathan.

Still on for tonight?

The answer was almost immediate.

Should be.

Should be? What the hell did that mean?

?? I’m confused.

Simone has been naughty. Her lesson may keep her from sitting at the restaurant.

I laughed and thought our ladies were two peas in a pod.

Won’t that be part of the discipline, feeling your displeasure while she eats?

Johnathan sent back several laughy faces.Good point. See you at 7.

I was grinning with my imaginings of our dinner later that evening when I received an email alert. Opening it up. I found it was from Harvey.

This is impeccable timing, Alex. The Detroit branch is in shambles now, and I’m sure Izzy would love an excuse to clean house. I’ve connected with Buck and we’re putting together a plan. You’ll hear back when we have more.

I’d forgotten that Buck and Harvey knew each other. It had been a while since my parents’ death when I had introduced them. I still thought it was a murder but could not prove that faulty equipment was not to blame. Almost seven years ago, my parents took off on a private flight for a second honeymoon. The plane blew up, and explosive decompression was being blamed as the cause. But, never in our history as a company had that happened before or since. I knew it wasn’t an accident.

I hadn’t thought about it in a while. Truth be told, I’d been numb for a long time. Then, Antonia, the spitfire came into my life, and like a tailwind, I was being propelled forward out of my slumbery state.

I checked my phone. It had been an hour since Antonia had fallen asleep. I returned to our room with another bottle of water in time to see her roll over and sit up.

“Hello, sleepyhead, how are you feeling?” She yawned and stretched, taking the proffered bottle of water from my hand.

“Better, thank you, Daddy,” she said huskily, the word daddy making my cock jump to attention. “You said we had plans for tonight. What are we doing?”

I sat down on the bed and pulled her onto my lap. Antonia was a tiny woman and almost gave off an appearance of being prematurely stopped in her growth. Maybe the effects of losing her parents and being put to work so young affected her development. She was beautiful with a gorgeous ass and a good-sized pair of tits, but she was maybe five foot one, and without her voluptuous figure, she would look like a kid.

“We are joining Johnathan and Simone for dinner and drinks; how does that sound?”

“Very nice,” she said. “I really like Simone, but what’s Johnathan like?”

“He is a very strong Dominant, and if you offer any disrespect, he’ll probably spank you at the table without giving any thought to who is witnessing it.” It was hard not to laugh when her eyes went wide with shock and morphed into something between indignation and fear.

“You must be joking. You wouldn’t let him, would you?”

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