Truth or Dare; The Dominator II Read Online Free PDF

conversation I’d had with him about the mail order bride came over me then. No fuckin’ way. I knew that he knew people who profited from human trafficking. I knew nothing about a resort, knew he did a little business linked with that trade, but did not know he was a partner. To order a slave for me when I’d joked about wanting a mail order bride?  My father had been getting increasingly irrational in the months before he died. How in a million years could he think I’d been cool with this?
    “I’m afraid it’s not as simple as declining the gift.”
    “I don’t fuckin’ want it.” I started to pace.
    “Dare,” he said, like he knew me well enough to call me that.
    I shook my head, “I’ll need you to facilitate the sale of his shares of that business. Sell them Pop’s shares back and put the money in an offshore account.  In fact, detail all of what Pop had goin’ with you so I can arrange for you to follow suit with everything else. I have a lot of shit to sort out locally and don’t have time for overseas businesses to take up my time. I---”
    Stan silenced me by taking an orange envelope out of his briefcase and putting it on my coffee table.
    When I paused he said, “It’s a complex situation and I think it’s one you need to handle delicately. Not accepting her, in fact not letting the partners think you were well aware of this transaction from the start… it would raise some serious red flags to your father’s partners.” He motioned to the envelope, “This is a tablet and it contains her details. You’ll have an hour to look it over once you turn it on and then all details will be wiped. You turn it on with your fingerprint. Have a look and then sleep on this and call me in the morning. I’m staying at the Renaissance Hotel down the road---”
    Now it was my turn to cut him off, “How in the fuck is this programmed with my fingerprint?”
    Stan let out a slow breath and looked at me with a careful intensity, “Your father prepared everything, supplied the fingerprint.”
    “Fuck, Stan. I need to think.” I walked to the door.
    “There is a lot at stake. Your father always spoke highly of your business savvy, Dario. I know you’re in shock but---”
    “Yeah, I need to think,” I told him, “Like, now.”
    He picked up his briefcase and headed toward the door, “I’ll leave you to it then. I don’t normally get this involved. I know this goes on but I don’t partake. Don’t ask; don’t tell. But your father asked me to handle this transaction personally for him and I firmly believe that if you decline and if you hastily attempt to exit this business you’ll raise some serious red flags with them. These are major players, powerful people, son. Sleep on this.”
    I didn’t like the condescension of the “son” but he was not wrong.
    “I’ll text you my local cell number. Call me tomorrow after you’ve thought on this. I fly back out the day after tomorrow. We have other business to discuss as well. I hope we’ll continue to have a business relationship. Your father and I made each other a lot of money. I’m sure we can carry on that way with myself and you and Tommy.”
    I shut the door, barely acknowledging him. I loosened my tie, paced a minute, running my fingers through my hair. He was right. I had to play things out careful-like. I should’ve been more guarded with him but what a fucking shock. My Pop’s business partners would see me as a threat if I didn’t play things carefully and in that kind of business they would deal with any perceived threat accordingly. Fuck.  I needed this added complication like I needed a hole in the head.
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    I’d talked things over with my brother and we agreed I needed to handle this in person.
    I’d have to play things cool with these partners, do a meet and then figure out the right exit strategy.  In addition to buying me a slave for my birthday Pop had essentially bequeathed us a piece of a human trafficking ring