Truth or Dare; The Dominator II Read Online Free PDF Page A

when was the last time it was swept?”
    He was talking about surveillance devices.
    “It’s clean,” I told him.
    “Guaranteed?” he prodded.
    I raised a brow at him, “You don’t know me real well, Stan, but if I say it’s clean, it’s clean. I do not talk out of my ass.”
    “Apologies. There are a few matters we need to discuss about business ventures of Tom’s overseas that he had me help him with. I’ll need some direction in a few areas from you and your brother. On top of that and most pressing, your father, rest his soul, my sincere condolences, he bought something for you before he died and paid me handsomely to arrange it. He said it was a birthday gift. Happy belated. The gift is something less than above board so I need to be cautious. Very cautious.”
    I gave the guy the once over. He was a tall, thin, gray-haired, and 60ish with a receding hairline and a ruddy complexion. He looked totally respectable. He was anything but. He handled some shady-as-fuck shit in Thailand and that part of the world for my father. I didn’t know all of what they got up to but we were finding out that Pop had a lot goin’ on that he’d never briefed my brother or me about. He had a small import/export business and it was mostly a front for a lot of imports and exports that weren’t exactly legit and he dabbled in some not-so-legal areas in several countries, too. The good news was that there were off-shore accounts with a lot of dough left to me and my siblings. The bad news? Besides the fact that there were more unsavory businesses and relationships to end slash unload … was the news of what my birthday gift was.
    “I don’t know how knowledgeable you are about a certain private resort your father profited and partook from.” He said this cautiously.
    “Unfortunately, Stan, it seems that me and my brother were not nearly as knowledgeable as we should have been.”
    “How can I reach your brother, by the way? I called his home but the number forwards to your office.”
    “He’s on his honeymoon. You can speak to me about anything outstanding regarding my father’s affairs. Do you need something related to Tommy directly?”
    “No, I can deal with you.”
    “So, that pressing reason you’re here?”
    “Right.” He sipped his drink, “We’ll deal with the matter that impacts you the most first. Your, erm, birthday gift. Your father was rather involved with a certain secret exclusive club that involves entertaining men with females, or males if they prefer. Trained entertainment. ” He held up air quotes at the word entertainment, “I’m not sure if you’re aware of the association.”
    “Trained females?”
    “Let’s call a spade a spade, Dario. I’ll stop beating around the bush.”
    “Please do.” Like I’ve got all fucking night to play guessing games.
    “Your father was part owner in a resort, an extremely exclusive resort. That resort has human assets on site for erm… entertainment, but occasionally pairs men or sometimes women who want trained slaves… to take off-site. Pairs them with the type of slave they desire. Your father partook.  He decided to have one of those assets transferred to you before he died. He told me when he arranged it that it was to be a surprise birthday gift for you and that you’d marry her. That transaction is nearly ready. It just needs a few details from you for that order to be completed. This was a big deal for the resort to do. It was only due to Tom’s perceived value to this organization that he was able to acquire this specific asset for you. Perhaps you or your brother should speak to your father’s business partners at this club in order to determine the best way to move forward with the partnership in Tom’s absence.”
    “My father arranged a slave for me for my birthday?”
    “Yes.”
    “My father arranged for me to be given a slave? To keep. To marry.”
    “That’s right.”
    “I don’t want it.” I shot up to my feet. The