Chapter 47: Corporate Takeover

Thursday, 10:08 am

I threw the stack of evidence on the dark wood conference table and looked at the two men standing across it.

"I want him gone by the end of the day."

Karl Yunger looked like he was having difficulty getting it together this morning. "Who? Are you talking about Tanaka?"

"Tanaka?" I asked. "What does this have to do with Hiro Tanaka?"

William, with whom I'd had the least experience, immediately started spreading out the papers I'd dropped on the table. "He's talking about VanCamp, Karl."

Karl's eyes went wide. "Roger! You're talking about our partner!?"

"Did Erin not tell you what I wanted to meet with you about?" I asked.

"Ah... I must have missed the details. Gladys is out today. She's sick." Karl said. "Seriously, though... what's this about?" He glanced at the only other person in the room besides Chloe. "And why is he here?"

Vikram was standing next to me, and he looked like he was turning a little green, which was impressive considering his Middle Eastern complexion. He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off. "He's here to represent my legal interests as an expert on YPV."

"We're your legal representatives," Karl insisted, "And no one is more of an expert on the subject of Yunger, Price, and VanCamp than Karl Yunger and William Price!"

I'd never seen Karl get so heated before... he'd always struck me as more old and doddering than anything, but after recovering from the surprise, the old Karl was gone. In his place was a lion. Perhaps he was a little long in the tooth but still king of his pride. It made me hesitate a moment as I remembered that Karl Yunger had decades of experience in a world I barely had a month in. He was facing down billionaires and politicians while I'd barely been able to look my server in the eye while returning an order they'd gotten wrong.

But I wasn't the same Marcus anymore. I couldn't be. That Marcus could have eaten the scrambled eggs when he ordered fried, and his day would have been fine. In this world, the scrambled eggs could've killed me.

The metaphor didn't hold up, but I'm sure my meaning was clear enough. I couldn't afford to be a chump, no matter how wealthy I was.

"Not when VanCamp is the one responsible for murdering one of my people, Karl." I began circling around the table. "Not when he's responsible for getting my friend raped and beaten. Not when he had me kidnapped and beat me personally." Stopping just outside his personal bubble, I glared at him. "Not when he fucking pissed on me!"

"Jesus," Karl said, a flash of uncertainty crossed his face. It was gone a moment later, and he stood a little straighter. "Don't be preposterous, young man. Roger was in the UAE when you were kidnapped."

"Where did you get this from?" William said, interrupting our exchange as he looked up from the sheet of paper he was holding. I could see just enough of it to identify the transcript of the recording Henry Psalter had shown me yesterday.

"I have a private investigator," I said.

"One of ours?" Karl asked.

"Of course not. Maybe I'm a little naive, but I'm not stupid enough to hire an investigator to investigate the firm they work for." Truth be told, Erin, Vikram, and Helen were responsible for me hiring Chloe, and Chloe was the one who hooked me up with Henry. Had it not been for them, I probably would have simply used the firm's recommended agency without giving it a second thought.

"I don't care where you thought he was. He was definitely the guy beating on me." I pointed to the fading bruises on my face. "I don't want a law firm working for me that might have a partner who wants to kidnap, beat, and murder me. He's got to go, or I'm walking and finding a different firm."

"We can't just kick him off the partnership," Karl said with considerably less heat in his voice.

"You signed a contract," William said on his heels.

"About that," Vikram said. He cleared his throat and glanced at all three of us, who had turned our attention to the junior lawyer at the firm. "If Roger VanCamp did what Mr. Upton is accusing him of, then it violates a few different clauses in the contract, giving him the option to terminate the agreement if he wishes.

Neither of them spoke for a full ten seconds. Karl simply stared at Vikram while William looked back down at the transcript in his hands. Since neither of them pushed back, I guess they were very aware of the section of the contract Vikram was talking about. I wondered if Karl wanted to skin Vikram alive for his role in all this. His thousand-yard stare looked devoid of emotion, but something in his eyes suggested a lot more going on there that I couldn't see. I had a suspicion that the only thing that kept me from being burned alive by his wrath was my billions.

The uncomfortable silence continued to wear on. I sure as hell wasn't going to break it... not when I had nothing to be uncomfortable about.

Karl finally looked back at me, his expression neutral. "What can we do to make this right?"

"I already told you," I said. "He has to go. He's no longer a partner at this firm. I also want him arrested."

"If you have Roger arrested," William said, "Helen and Ashlee will be arrested as well."

Ashlee, I couldn't give a flying fuck about, but Helen...

"What? Why?"

William glanced at Karl and said, "I'm okay with it if you are."

Karl gave William a look that basically said, Are you fucking kidding me?

"It's not like we have a choice here," William said.

"Fine," Karl sighed. "Look, Mr. Upton, we have always strived to keep our operations within the scope of the law, but we are working with clients with certain needs that occasionally require... out-of-the-box solutions. Your grandfather was one of those people. Roger VanCamp was our out-of-the-box specialist, and Helen worked directly for him. I'm sure the Federal government would be interested in hearing what Helen and Ashlee had to say just as much as Roger."

Glancing back and forth between the two partners, I knew a lot of context was left out, but I got enough of a picture to be convinced. Besides that, I was already uncomfortable with Roger VanCamp being arrested, knowing he could make trouble for me and use that as a bargaining chip. Not getting the police involved meant that we were at a stalemate--I had the kidnapping/beating/murder charges on him, and he had the dirt on me and my company. It was mutually assured destruction.

Okay... so not cops.

"He still has to go," I said.

"We can't--"

"He's out, or I walk away," I cut Karl off. "Maybe I won't risk everything to have him arrested, but I'm sure as hell not letting him get away with what he's done without any consequences. You have a choice, Karl. Me or him."

"Marcus--"

"Mr. Upton," I corrected Karl.

His jaw snapped shut, and he blinked, clearly not expecting that from his mild-mannered client.

"Fine," I said, stalking back around the table. "We're done here."

"Mr. Upton! Wait! Can't we just talk about this!? There has to be another solution! He won't come near your account! We'll keep you completely quarantined from him! And if you leave Helen alone--"

"Not happening," I said, whirling on Karl. "Even if Helen wasn't part of this, I'm not supporting a firm that has a partner that wanted to literally murder me with his own hands! As for Helen, VanCamp's lost his wife. He just doesn't know it yet. She's leaving with me. Today."

"Mr. Upton," Karl said. "You're talking about starting a feud between our firm and you. You can't possibly--"

I laughed. "I've got Hiro Tanaka gunning for me, and apparently, he's one of the scariest men on the planet! You think I'm scared of YPV?"

"Mr. Upton--"

"No. I'm fucking tired of all the games. I'm tired of hearing about how scary everyone is. You know who I think was one of the scariest men out there? My grandpa. Well, guess what... I'm the Gerrard now, and I'm saying that Roger VanCamp's days are numbered." I glanced from Karl to William, letting both of them know they had a choice to make.

"So, you have until I walk out that door to make up your mind. Either Roger VanCamp goes, or I do."

William and Karl looked at each other, and if I hadn't known better, it appeared as if they were communicating telepathically. Eventually, Karl nodded to William, who sighed, dropped the transcript back on the table with the pile of damning evidence, and reached for the phone sitting on the conference table.

"This is going to end badly, Marcus," Karl said, looking back at me. The expression on his face made me think I was making him shoot his dog.

"I'm going to make it worse, Karl. You're going to make Helen the new partner at YVP. She gets everything Roger has."

"You can't be serious!"

"I am. It's part of this deal."

"Why?" Karl asked.

"Because I need someone at YPV I can trust," I said, and the look I received from Karl suggested that was unnecessarily harsh. After all, it looked like they were staying with me. "Not that I can't trust you, but I've been working with Helen for a while now. I'm comfortable working with her. Besides, I'm used to the name. I want another VanCamp in the driver's seat with you."

"I don't know if we can make that happen," Karl said.

"You'll figure it out," I replied. "Do this, and you have my full support... and my business." I glanced at Vikram, "Oh, and give Vikram here a senior position. He's sharp and has integrity. You guys should reward that."

Karl nodded as if that last request was the least of them. He already looked like he was going to be sick.

"Roger," we heard William say. "Are you in your office? Good. Karl and I are coming to see you. We need to talk."

***

I probably wasn't doing the guys any favors by going with them to see Roger VanCamp, but I didn't give a shit. I wanted to see his face as I took everything from him.

As we walked into his office's reception space, a young woman with thick, dark brown hair and a fair complexion stood up hurriedly and made her way around her desk toward us. She was about 5'4" and some change in heels, had a lovely cream complexion, and almond eyes, favoring Ashlee a little.

"Mr. Yunger! Mr. Price!"

"Don't worry, Candice," Karl said. "He's expecting us."

"Alright..." she said, watching us pass while she stood awkwardly beside her desk.

Yunger rapped on the door and opened it without waiting for a response. All three of us entered, followed by Chloe, and I shut the door behind me. My eyes wandered around the room for any sign of Helen or Ashlee, but neither were present. The only other person in the room was Roger, who was standing behind his desk, slightly bent over it with his palms resting on the surface. As soon as he saw me, he straightened.

"What's he doing here?" Roger asked, his stance showing the wariness I could hear in his voice.

Karl took a deep breath and said, "Roger--"

"What is this?" Roger asked, gazing at the three of us as we stood in front of his desk.

Karl and William both glanced at me as if asking me with a look whether I really wanted to follow through with this. When I didn't say anything, William turned his attention back to his soon-to-be-ex-partner. "Roger, we're here to ask you to resign as a partner of Yunger, Price, and VanCamp."

The room remained so quiet after William's statement that the persistent tick of the grandfather clock sounded like construction equipment. William simply stood there, his jaw hanging crooked and bouncing, almost as if he were working a jawbreaker between his teeth. His steely gaze bounced back and forth between the two older men, and then he started to nod as if finally making sense of the words William had just said to him.

"Why?" he asked, surprising me with how calm he'd been, and for a moment, I had a single shred of doubt about whether or not this was the unhinged person who had beaten me in Vegas. That man had been beside himself. The Roger I was witnessing seemed calm and collected in the face of professional ruin.

"We think," Karl said, choosing his words carefully, "This might no longer be the best place for you to work. Your talents--"

Everything on VanCamp's desk went hurling into the wall as the man suddenly swept his hands across the surface. His face was twisted in a snarl, and his well-groomed hair fell out of place. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME!" He screamed, flecks of spittle flying over the desk. His words were punctuated by the crash of a phone, computer, keyboard, picture frames, and other paraphernalia crashing to the floor. William and Karl both jumped in place, completely taken off guard by the display, and I couldn't blame them. Frankly, I was surprised I wasn't glued to the ceiling after the sudden display.

There was the out-of-control maniac that I'd met in the industrial section of Sin City.

"Roger!" Karl said. "You kidnapped the boy!"

"So," Roger said, sounding much calmer, "This is your doing."

"You killed Ray," I said. "You're lucky this is the worst thing happening to you."

"Who?" Roger said.

Oh fucking hell no. I opened my mouth to tell him precisely who Ray was, but William spoke first.

"You kidnapped the wealthiest man in the world, Roger! And our client!"

"No, I didn't," Roger spat without looking at William. "You know exactly where I was."

"Roger, we have overwhelming and damning evidence that says otherwise," Karl said, holding up the proof that Henry had collected. He stepped forward to place it on the now empty desk and stepped back. Roger stared at it but didn't move to touch it.

Finally, he looked back up at me without denying anything, "I'll end you for this. I'll tell everyone everything I know."

He said it in such a calm, conversational way that I found it unnerving after the crazed display that had spread his stuff across the floor. Still, despite my reluctance, I spoke up. "You go right ahead and tell whoever you want. I've got the evidence to press charges and enough resources to make sure you never see the light of day again."

It looked like he was chewing on those words and preparing to spit them back at me. "What do you want from me? An apology?"

I shook my head. "I just don't want to have anything to do with you. I told your partners, either you're gone, or I am."

"Karl?" Roger said, looking at the older man.

"Roger," Karl said, sounding apologetic. "He's the new Gerrard. Losing his account alone..."

"After all I've done for this firm," Roger said. "You two never had the spine to do what was necessary. You always relied on me. It's what's made me invaluable to this company, and now I'm being punished for it?"

"You flew too close to the sun, Roger," William said.

"He slept with my fucking wife!" Roger said, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "And you wouldn't lift a finger to stop him!"

"Roger, you were leveraging Helen for years. You have to know that would've come back on you at some point," Karl said.

He looked back and forth between the two partners again, his eyes wild. "Really? That's it? After all these years?"

"We'll buy your part of the firm," Williams said. "You'll also receive a nice severance package as a 'thank you' for your years of service to the company, but I'm afraid we have to part ways."

Roger looked down at the evidence on his desk, and I could see the wheels turning in his brain. Finally, he nodded but said nothing more.

"Before you pack all your shit in a little box and walk out of here," I said. All three of them looked at me. "I'm gonna need you to go with my bodyguard. She's going to take you somewhere private where some friends can ask you questions specifically about my kidnapping."

"I'm not going anywhere with you or any of your people," Roger spat.

"You don't have a choice," I said.

"Marcus, you didn't say anything--"

"I promise you," I said, cutting off Karl, "I'll treat you a lot better than you treated me, and when my people are satisfied that you've told them everything you know, I'll let you go wherever the fuck you want." Roger retrieved his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, still eyeing me as I finished. "But I'm going to get some answers from you."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Roger said sullenly.

"Who are you contacting?" William said.

"Helen. I'm telling her that we're leaving."

"No," I said. "That's the other thing. You're leaving. Helen isn't. Not with you."

He sent his text and dropped his hand to his side, frowning up at me. "What?"

"Helen stays with me."

This time, Roger took a step toward me. Karl took a reflexive step back. "She's my wife!"

"Not anymore," I said, standing my ground. "You're going to divorce her. She's mine now."

Roger sneered at me. "What use is she to you? You're not going to marry her. She's technically old enough to be your mother."

"It's none of your business what I do with Helen. Just know that I'm going to make her feel things you never could. It's why she wouldn't stop fucking me when you told her to. She wants to be with me." I looked him up and down and felt my lip curl in disgust. "You're just not enough for a woman like Helen."

Roger closed the distance between us but halted as something caught his eye behind me.

"That's far enough, Mr. VanCamp," I heard Chloe's cool voice.

Silence hung in the air as Roger stared past me at Chloe. One of the other men in the room cleared their throat uncomfortably.

Roger turned his glare back to me. "I'm going to ruin you, Upton."

"Not before I ruin your wife, Roger. I mean... ex-wife." I fucking wanted him to try something just to see how badly Chloe would wreck him. Maybe I'd get lucky, and she'd even put a bullet in his head. That certainly would have made my life a little easier.

No... I need him alive and answering questions.

"Sir," Chloe said when it looked like VanCamp was about to make another move. "The sooner you come with me and answer any questions, the sooner you can go home."

We stared at each other for a moment longer... and then he walked past me, shoulder-checking me as he headed for the door. "I expect a premium for my part in this company, Yunger!" he shouted as he tore open the door and stalked through. Chloe glanced back at me, giving me her patented, unreadable gaze, but still managed to communicate that she'd be back soon. She left me with William and Karl.

"Well," Karl sighed. "That went well."

Feeling a high I'd never known was possible after staring down someone as powerful as Roger VanCamp, I pulled out my phone and opened my conversation with Psalter. "Glad you think so."

I texted Henry, Chloe's on her way with VanCamp.

In truth, Chloe was taking Roger to see the ex-spook, who was experienced at interrogation. I only hoped Roger didn't break too easily. I imagined Psalter had some pretty nasty techniques to extract information.

Standing by, Psalter responded.

"Did you have to antagonize him like that?" Karl asked.

I gave him my best 'are you stupid?' look and said, "He's lucky I didn't have Chloe shoot him just so I could piss in his bullet wound." Then I turned, headed out the open door, and passed a very confused Candice.

"Mr. Yunger... is everything okay?" she asked.

"Mr. VanCamp's leaving the company," I said as I headed for the reception door. I stopped in the doorway and turned to look at her. "Moving forward, you'll be working for Helen VanCamp." I looked at Karl and said, "Please see to my other requests." Then I turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Karl asked.

"Gotta give Helen the good news," I said, heading down the hall. As suspected, Jon aspirated from only God knew where and trailed behind me as I kept my eyes peeled for Helen.

It didn't take me long to find her emerging from what looked like one of the restrooms on that floor.

"Marcus!" Helen said. Her cool eyes darted around as if trying to make sure there was no one else in the hallway with us. She hadn't expected me here. Her face was a mask of surprise, dread, and anxiety. "What are you doing here?"

I stalked toward her, grabbed her by the wrist, and yanked her into me, catching her around the waist. I was done with this bullshit. "You work for me, remember?"

Not giving her a chance to respond, I turned and practically dragged Helen down the hall, trying the knob to each room I passed, finding each one locked.

"What--" Helen started to say.

"Shut up," I snarled as I tried the third room. It opened, and I peered inside to verify that it was empty. It was, and the lights were off. Low light shining through half-closed blinds was the only thing illuminating the room.

I dragged Helen into the vacant room, shut the door behind her, locked it, and threw her against it. Placing a hand on either side of her against the cool grain of the heavy panel, I pinned her in place and stared into those deep blue eyes. She didn't move. She barely breathed as we exchanged gazes, her chest rising and falling fractionally as I invaded her personal space so thoroughly that our faces were an inch from each other at most.

As we stared at each other, I was granted a rare moment of seeing Helen actually afraid... of me.

"Marcus," she started to say, and I grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back against the door and making her eyes go wide with fright. And then savagely kissed Helen.

My Helen.

Not Roger fucking VanCamp's.

Mine.

I spent the next fuck knows how long kissing Helen VanCamp. It took her all of ten seconds to go from being a victim of my targeted aggression to being a willing participant... and then an aggressively active one. She mewled into my mouth, capturing my bottom lip between hers as she sucked on it. I took over, catching her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it before crashing our mouths together as my tongue sought hers.

After several minutes, I backed away, and lips chased mine, eyes closed as she hummed, wanting to feel my lips on hers longer. When I didn't relent, her eyes slowly opened, and the fear in those cold blue irises had been replaced with pools of torrid blue azure flame.

"Marcus," she whispered, licking her lips as nervousness flickered across features etched with desire. "What's going on? Roger's in this building." She pursed her lips, looking genuinely upset. "He can't catch you here with me like this. He's--"

I grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open in one fluid motion, hearing the sound of a button as it flew off her shirt and hit a wall. Helen gasped, and we both glanced at her chest encased in a pink satin bra. I hooked my fingers in the wire that ran along the bottom of the lingerie and hauled it over her C-cup breasts, enjoying the sight of them as they slipped free and bounced into place.

Capturing one of her breasts in one hand, I squeezed it, causing a pale pink nipple to stand to attention as the pliant flesh succumbed to my grasp. Helen gasped again as I lowered my head and captured the tiny nub of erogenous flesh between my lips and sucked hard on it. Helen arched her back off the door as she wrapped one arm around me and slid her fingers through my hair, pressing my face into her breast. "Oh fuck," Helen husked. "Marcus!"

Fuck, it was good to hear my name on her lips. I released her nipple and immediately dove for the other, repeating my assault for a few minutes as Helen continued to writhe under me, trapped between me and the door.

My free hand slipped down, and I placed it on one stockinged leg, enjoying the silky feel of the hose encasing her feminine thigh. My palm traveled up, feeling the stocking end and her actual skin continue, her skirt coming along for the ride as it was hung on my wrist. It continued north until I felt a thin string crossing over the swell of her hip. I hooked a thumb through it and began dragging it down.

I felt her push on my shoulders and released her nipple to look up at her. Helen's eyes were wide and full of alarm. "Marcus! You can't--"

I cut her off with another fierce kiss, which she hummed into, her body going slack. Breaking it off, I said, "Helen, I haven't had you in fucking forever. This is happening."

"Richard--"

"Do you trust me?" I asked, my tone making it almost sound more like a command than a question.

She searched my eyes, and I could tell she was wondering where this was coming from. I'd acted this way with Bobbi, but not with her... not with so much at stake with her husband. "Yes."

"Then get on your knees and get me ready for you," I said, curling my fingers through her golden mane. She resisted for a brief moment as I tugged on her hair, but then she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me as I wound her hair around my fingers and pulled her tight against my crotch.

Helen hummed and brushed her cheek against my crotch, feeling my steel-hard cock pressing through the cloth. I ground it against the side of her face, anticipating the way her mouth would feel on the sensitive organ. Helen gave the best head... there really was no substitute for experience.

The older woman reached up and unbuckled her belt, casting her eyes up at me as she did so, and I was rewarded not only with the passionate storm brewing in her eyes but a look of pure submission. Helen, who was a force of nature, was submitting to me. It wasn't like last time when she was apologizing to me. This was different. Despite thinking she knew better... despite the fear of getting caught, she was submitting to what I wanted. When she met me, I'd been a scared, naive young man without a clue about the world I'd just entered. Helen had been the fierce tigress who thought to manipulate me and lead me around by my cock. She'd been all-knowing... powerful... I would have listened to almost anything she said.

Now, the tables had turned, and she was no longer the one doing the leading.

She opened the fly to my pants and fished out my engorged rod, her eyes going big as it came into view. With her blue eyes still fixed on me, she lowered her lips to my dick and kissed the head. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, her eyes closing as she savored the taste and feel of my member, and I could hear a low moan deep in her throat. Then she did it again, dragging her lovely lips down the side of my member to trail wet kisses down it. I watched in fascination as she encircled her fingers around the base of my cock, opened her mouth, and dragged her tongue up the length of my cock.

Near the top--just below the rim of the mushroom head--she changed course, and I reveled in the sight of her moist tongue changing direction. The tip curled on itself as she slowly dragged her tongue back down the length of my dick until it reached her fingers. Then she repeated the motion, painting my member with a generous coating of her saliva as her tongue once again slid up my member, coating it with lavish amounts of her spittle.

Then she took the whole thing between her lips, slipping them down the length of my cock until a little more than half of it was in her mouth. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of having my dick back in Helen's mouth. I was in love with Natalie. I could have easily fallen in love with Danni. I was obsessed with Erin, and Bobbi was mine to do with as I pleased... but nothing could quite live up to your first, and in a strange sort of way, Helen felt like my first. I'd been reborn the moment I became wealthy--my old life had ceased, and my new life as a Gerrard began, and Helen had been the first to introduce me to this new world through carnal pleasure.

I enjoyed her so much that I decided to keep her.

Having a hard-on induced by dominating my enemy and reclaiming his wife as my prize, I knew I wouldn't last long. I pulled on her hair and extracted my cock from her lips; she stood, gasping as she tried to keep the tension on her scalp to a minimum.

"Take 'em off," I growled, spinning her around and throwing her against the door.

"Fuck," she gasped, reaching under her skirt and scrambling to pull her panties down her thighs, lifting one leg to slip them off, then the other. They were immediately discarded as I pressed myself up against her, lifting her skirt and slipping my cock between her thighs.

Her wet thighs. She was already so aroused that the moisture had begun accumulating between her legs. I savored the feel of slick skin sandwiching my dick as it nestled into the cleft of her outer lips.

Pulling her hair so her head arched back, I pressed my lips to her ear and gave her a soft, quiet kiss. The only sound was her ragged breathing.

"Roger's no longer a partner, Helen," I whispered. I reached down and slid my fingers between her legs, feeling for the head of my cock. As soon as they came in contact, I pressed up until I felt the tip slip inside Helen's folds. Fluid leaked around my fingers as she let out a shuddering breath.

"What?"

"He's gone," I whispered and kissed her ear again. I extracted the hand between her legs and grasped a breast with my wet fingers, grinding a rock-hard nipple under my palm as I pushed my hips forward. A quarter of my length slid into her.

"He's not coming back."

Her eyes clenched shut, Helen whimpered and pushed her ass back against me, biting down on her lip as even more of my length slipped inside her. I grabbed a nipple between my forefinger and thumb and pinched down on it hard. Helen immediately went wild, opening her mouth wide and baring her teeth as she tried to literally bite the fucking door.

"I told him he has to divorce you," I said, punctuating it with a violent thrust as I pulled her against me, jerking her away from the wooden panel. I pulled back and thrust back in her again.

"He's going to divorce you," I growled.

"Fuck! Are you sure?" Helen gasped, attempting to turn her head toward me.

I bit down on her ear gently. "Yes. I told him he's done with you. I told him you were mine."

Pushing her away from me, my cock slipped free, buying me a little bit of respite since I had already been getting close to coming. She gave me a surprised gasp. I grabbed her arm, spun her around so that she faced me, and then dragged her to the smaller meeting table in the middle of the room. Her bare ass was pressed against its surface as I hovered over her, trapping her between me and the office furniture.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked, studying her face. Her eyes were bright with emotion even though the only illumination came from the window.

"Are you serious, Marcus?" She asked, searching my face as if looking for the lie.

"You never have to see him ag--"

She cut me off with a super-heated kiss, her hand clamped on my face as if it were the only thing keeping her from falling through the floor. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and she proceeded to try to eat my face as she wrapped her legs around me. Eventually, she broke off, taking a deep, noisy breath. "Oh god!"

"I'm not done with you yet, Helen. You're mine now," I whispered, searching her icy blue irises.

"Fuck," she breathed and thrust her soaking-wet vagina into my crotch. My naked cock immediately wedged itself in her slit again, and as we gyrated our hips, we managed to force it back in her. I pushed forward and hauled her up on the table, following her until I was on top. Her legs still wrapped around me, I began fucking her.

"You live with me now," I grunted as I pistoned in and out of her.

"Yes!" she said, nodding, her eyes wide as she stared back at me.

"Say it."

"I live with you now. I'm yours," she repeated my words.

She didn't shout them the way Bobbi did. There was no screaming. It was just a breathy statement of fact. Calm and cool... just like Helen, but I could tell she meant it. She was submitting to me.

"Roll over," she said, and I obliged. The table was big enough that we were able to make it work, and Helen proceeded to ride me, alternating between thrusting her hips back and forth in a gyrating motion to bouncing straight up and down on my cock. She raised her arms above her head and ran her fingers through her hair as I watched her tense up. We'd only been fucking for a handful of minutes, but that was all it took for her to cum on my cock. I watched in fascination as she gritted her teeth and shuddered through a quiet orgasm.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuck you, Roger..." she grated, her fingers raking through her scalp as she rode an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

And then she collapsed on top of me, her lips immediately seeking mine as I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her breasts against my chest. Her hips began grinding into mine, working my dick in and out of her as we wrestled lips and tongues. She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against my mouth. "Thank you, Marcus. Oh god... thank you."

I grinned as she kissed me again and rolled back over so I was on top again, picking up pace as it was my turn to cum deep in her. Eventually, I was working so hard to fuck her that we could no longer kiss, and we simply breathed each other's air. And that's when Helen started whispering her promises.

"I'm yours, Marcus. I'm all yours for as long as you'll have me. I'm sure Bobbi still needs training. I can't wait to continue. Is there anyone else you want me to train? I'll do it. You want to collar me and make me kneel next to your little fuck toys? I'll do it if that's what you really want. Anything, baby," she breathed in my ear. "You just say the word."

I buried my face in her right breast and groaned into her soft flesh as I emptied my balls deep into her womb. I wrapped my arms around her head, pulled her face down into my hair, and enjoyed the sensation of her lips pressing against my scalp. It was good to have Helen back.

As soon as the last of my semen had leaked out of my dick and into her, I collapsed on top of my blonde lawyer and enjoyed it as she began running her perfectly manicured fingernails through my hair. We spent the next several moments simply enjoying each other in silence.

"Bobbi's missed you," I finally said.

She hummed, and I could hear the smile in it. "Glad to hear it. I've missed her sweet mouth on my pussy."

"Erin's been keeping her busy lately," I said. "I think Bobbi's starting to enjoy women... not that she would admit it."

"I'll make her admit it," Helen said.

"I'd like to see that," I said.

A few more minutes passed in silence, and Helen said, "Marcus, is he really gone?"

"Yeah," I said, looking up at her. "I mean everything I said. You're mine now. If that's what you want."

Helen wasn't like Bobbi. She did have a submissive streak for the right person, but unlike Bobbi, there was more of an agreement there... a tenuous trust that was earned... not simply given away to someone who proved to be the bigger bully like my kitten had done.

"And I meant what I said," Helen replied, stroking my face as she studied me with her azure gaze. Her eyes were anything but cold right now. "After everything you've done... I'll do anything for you."

I felt my cock lurch to life a little with that promise, wishing Roger had been able to hear that confession from his wife.

"What did you tell Roger when he texted you?" I asked.

"When?" she asked, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"About ten... fifteen minutes before I found you?" I said.

"Roger... didn't text me."

I sat up at that. "Are you sure?"

Helen propped herself up on her elbows, growing concern on her face. "I haven't heard from him since I went to my office."

Oh fuck.

Thursday, 12:54 pm

"What the fuck happened?" I asked, crouching beside Chloe, who was nursing a bruise on her forehead as she sat just inside an ambulance, leaning against the open door.

The SUV Chloe and one of the Johns had taken Roger in was lying on its side. The entire front of it looked like it had been grabbed and squeezed by a giant hand. All the windows were still intact thanks to being bulletproof, but they were completely spiderwebbed with cracks, and one of the back doors was lying about ten feet away from the rest of the vehicle. It looked like it had been cut away with specialized tools. Surrounding us were two fire trucks, an ambulance, a body bag that looked like it had been stuffed, and roughly two dozen emergency responders. I'd arrived just in time to see John being loaded into a second ambulance with a stretcher.

"Car hit us. I put about four bullets in one of 'em," Chloe said, hiking her thumb roughly in the direction of the body bag while squinting at me through one eye. "Didn't see who it was, but they took VanCamp."