Dark as Daylight Ch. 10

"Amazing; you did all this since Thursday. I couldn't be prouder to be your son."

"I could not be prouder to be your father, Patrick. All my children are going to grow up and be fantastic citizens of this world. How lucky can one man be?"

"Don't worry dad, I'll keep a muzzle on him until his 33, just like you kept one on me."

"I'm sorry William that won't be possible. You are looking at the administrator of NASA, and you can't put a ball gag in his mouth."

"Sometimes life is not fair and equal, dad. However, just like the story you told about the mushrooms, I am still alive, and no one has ever attempted to touch a hair on my head. We will see what the next few days brings to our table."

"Is everything arranged?"

"Yes, the ballroom is prepared, the dance instructor is ready, and remembers him well. The parents want to thank you for removing the obstacles that kept them from coming back to the United States, without the threat of litigation from the government over their heads."

"I want you to work on your moves with this young woman and learn everything you can. Use the dance floor, the mood music, and watch the television for instructions. Use the pool as a way to learn the more intimate moves, and don't be embarrassed by being naked with your dance instructor. It is all a part of being alive and growing up. I believe you will even recognize her, because she certainly remembered you fondly from your past, and is looking forward to reuniting with you. She is a little older than you are. She turned 18 ten months ago, but that should not matter, because you are smarter, and taller than she is. Unless there is a need, I will see you in 2 days."

"What's her name dad?"

"If I wanted to spoil the surprise, I would've told you her name, wouldn't I?"

"I don't remember many people in China I was friendly with."

"A young man, with a photographic memory, and instant recall, cannot remember a woman he was fascinated with. This does not look good William. He will never get married, but he's going to have a harem around him."

"Somehow dad, I don't believe Congress is going to allow that to happen."

"It's very simple my son, he's going to have you buy a new Congress."

William started laughing, and then he couldn't stop laughing, because he realized his father wasn't joking.

"Patrick follow the signs to the East Ballroom, your dance instructor is waiting for you there."

"I'm not dressed for dancing dad. You said I had to be in a suit and tie, or sports jacket and slacks."

"You are right. She will take you to your bedroom, and show you where your clothes are. You can change in there."

"You are the best, dad."

"Thank you very much Patrick, please enjoy yourself, and give my regards to your dance instructor."

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Patrick followed the signs, as he was instructed, wondering all the way who this instructor was. He couldn't remember, for the life of him, anyone from China, who he was fascinated with enough, for his brother or his father to bring them here, especially for him.

He knew he was getting close to his destination, because he heard music being played. As he got closer and closer, the area got brighter. He opened the door, and entered the huge room. It was nearly half the size of a football field. At the other end was a woman dancing by herself. She was dressed very nicely, and had beautiful raven hair.

He walked slowly towards her, trying to remember who she was, but she was facing the other way. He couldn't see her face.

She spoke. "Are you just going to look at me Patsy? Or are you going to join me?"

That's all his mind needed to hear: Patsy. How he hated that name. It was a girls' name and that is what she always called him.

"Don't you ever call me Patsy again, or I'll put you over my knee and give you a red ass, Audra."

She spun around and looked at him with a huge smile on her face.

"So you think you've become a man, have you, Patsy?"

"What did I just tell you Audra; are you testing me, or do you want a spanking?"

"I saw what you did to your brother's nose. I was very impressed. I've continued my training, while you sat on your fat ass here in the states. I'll put you on your face, before you know it."

"You're not dressed for it, and I would hate to mess up your beautiful hair."

"Now you're flattering me to get out of a fight. Well Patsy, I'll tell you what; let's change, and then it's winner take all."

"You got it bitch."

She charged at him, screaming like a banshee. "No one calls me a bitch. Not my mother, my father, and definitely not you PATSY, and you are not getting away with it."

He took a fighting stance, awaiting her to make her best move. When she went for his throat, he countered her move, used her weight, and speed against her and threw her face down to the ground, angry, and HARD, just as Alfonse taught him.

With his superior weight, he sat on her upper back, and kept his foot across her neck, to keep her from moving.

She screamed and yelled as he tore at her dress, to get to her panties. Then he ripped them off.

"You asked for this, bitch." He began beating her ass, viciously, and didn't stop, until he heard her crying, and pleading for him to stop.

"Are you ever going to call me Patsy again, Audra?"

"No, I swear I won't, just stop hitting me."

"If our positions were reversed, would you stop him hitting me?"

"Probably not."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"I'm going to start hitting you again, until you tell me why you wouldn't stop hitting me."

"I don't know why."

He started spanking her again, harder this time, if that was at all possible, until she started crying for him to stop again.

"Tell me why you wouldn't stop spanking me Audra, or I'm going to start again."

"Because I'm a bitch, all right? I treat everyone the same, because I'm a bitch."

"Why are you leaking like that? I've seen it on porn, but I never thought I would ever see it happen in real life."

"I don't put out, and guys get angry with me when I stop them before they can fuck me. They'll start hitting and spanking me, like you did, and I have tremendous orgasms. That's why I'm leaking."

"In other words, you were bating me. You knew I was going to beat you up physically, and you were so excited you needed a spanking."

"Yes. Then you called me a bitch. No one is allowed to call me that, because it's true, but I hate hearing it."

"As I remember you saying, this was a winner take all bet, am I correct?"

"Yes."

"According to your statement, you've never put out; is that also correct?"

"Yes."

"I sure hope you're on birth control, otherwise you're going to have a child by me. I'm going to change your status now. Get up, and follow me. If you argue with me, you are going to have another orgasm, and it's going to hurt like hell."

"Yes Patrick."

"I have questions for you; are you my dance instructor?"

"Yes I am."

"Have you ever watched porn?"

"Yes I have?"

"Are you familiar with all the things men and women do on those programs?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any favorite positions? Do you have any that you absolutely don't like?"

"My favorite is when the man takes the woman from behind. My least favorite is when he cums on her face. I think that's demeaning."

"At least we agree on something. Everything else is on the table, and you are not going to be a virgin in any holes when I'm finished with you. You tormented me in China. I begged you to leave me alone. I had a crush on you, and you knew it. What did you do about it, you made fun of me, Audra? I'm not going to make fun of you. I am going to use you in every way possible, for as long as I want. I may call you next Christmas eve. You may be at a party, and you will drop what you are doing, and you will come to me willingly, won't you Audra?

"Yes Patrick."

"I never knew this day would come, but somehow my father has given it to me. Your ass is mine, both literally and figuratively for the rest of your born days. Think of those 5 letters Audra, those 5 simple letters that you could have stopped saying, and made your life so much simpler. What was the first letter you should have forgotten, Audra?"

"P."

"Should I have that tattooed on your breast to remind you never to say that word to me again?"

"Please don't, I will remember. Are you going to rape me?"

"No, I have more respect for women than that. I see how my father and brother treat their wives. I see how their wives love their husbands. I don't know if I'll be any good at this sex stuff, in the beginning, but I will learn. We will learn how to do it, and we both will get better at it, and have some fun.

You never answered my question; are you on birth control?"

"No, but you don't have to worry, I can't have children."

"Why not?"

"According to the doctor I saw, one of those boys beat me up so badly, he ruined my insides. I have scarring somewhere that will not allow me to have periods, or get pregnant."

"When this emergency situation is over, we will see the doctor who cares for my mother and my sister-in-law. We will get his opinion on your situation. Every woman deserves a chance to have a child, if she wants one, even if she is a bitch, like you."

As they entered his room he said, "Oh good, a super king-size bed. Don't expect to sleep very much, but at least I can rest on a dry spot, while you suck my dick. You grew up to be a beautiful young woman, Audra, it will enjoy taking your virginity, especially your throat. It will teach you never to call anyone names again. I believe I'll even shave you. I want to see what you looked like as a baby."

"No, I'll do it, let me do it myself. I don't want you to cut me."

"Did you just say no, Audra? If you did, turn over, get on your knees, put your head down, with your ass in the air. You are about to get another spanking. I can see a few spots I missed."

"I didn't say 'No'; honest, you can shave me. Don't cut me, please"

"I'll see what I can do. I'm sure I heard you say the word, 'No.' I will keep that in my mind, while I make your pussy as smooth as my baby sisters' bottoms. Go into the bathroom and get onto the counter. Don't you dare ask why."

"Yes Patrick."

As he was walking behind her, watching her ass sway back and forth, he mused, "Where did these brass balls come from? I've never acted like this before.

William has never acted like this before. Wait, yes he has. It was when he talked to Boeing about my airplane. He threatened the sales rep with the loss of the sale of the $300-million-dollar airplane, because he kept him on hold for about a minute.

He did the same thing, when he threatened the owner of Algerian Airways', to raise his interest rate to 12 percent. He didn't raise his voice. He was very matter of fact: 'If you don't do this, I'm going to do that, and only you are going to suffer.' That's how he displayed his brass balls. He got exactly what he wanted, my new airplane. He didn't sound too happy when dad told him he was paying for the upgrades to the interior, but that was just dad needling him.

Dad has the biggest brass balls of everyone in the family, that's for sure. No one in his right mind argues with him (except mom of course). If he looks at you crossway, you better do what he asked you to do, or start looking for another job, or a new country to live in. Its' safer that way.

William's brass balls have been growing, since he was banished to China. I just wasn't old enough to realize what was happening to him, as he grew those businesses.

Now it's my turn, and I'm growing up; mentally and physically. I realize what's happening around me, more and more. I am involved in conversations, with my brother and dad. I was never involved in them before. I am no longer excluded in conversations, where my safety is involved. I am included now. I help make decisions that concern for my future welfare, and they are not always shot down by William, or my dad, immediately.

Now, my dad has sent me here to be in a room with a naked woman, whom I used to fear. Now I am not afraid. She used to torment me to the point of tears. Today, the tables have turned. I am on my own, and I am setting my own rules of behavior. I have grown up within a family of great moral character, and that will be my guide. We have money, which is power. We have influence, which is power. We have name recognition, which is power. I know that now, and I will keep on learning at my father's and brother's knees'. As those people in Palermo feared William would do many years ago, another son is learning the Zabo business model. It's my turn to stop being a child, and become the man I was destined to be. Watch out world, there are Three Zabo Men to deal with, and if you are looking for trouble, we will give you more of it than you can handle."

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"Hello General, I didn't know you were going to Charleston with us tonight."

"Agent Burkart, did you think my friend William, wouldn't invite me to this important function? It seems your Director has fallen head over heels for a young woman, and does not wish to be separated from her for any period of time. Did you know he's getting married this Saturday, and is handing in his resignation?"

"He loves his job. I've never seen, or heard anyone so attached to it, since Hoover. He's going to give it up, for a woman?"

"Did you hear what you just said agent Burkart? If that wasn't a sexist statement, I've never heard one."

As she thought about it, she laughed at herself.

"Sir, if a high ranking public servant said that in an open setting, it would be on the front page of every newspaper in the country the next morning. I should smack myself for being so antifeminist."

"Are you antifeminist Burkart?"

"Until this moment sir, I never thought about it myself. I just went to work, and did my job the best I could every day. I never thought about sex, color, religion, or national origin, I just did my job."

"You are a blind FBI agent, is that what you are trying to say Burkart?"

"Yes sir, I think that's the best way to categorize me."

"Sit with me Burkart, and let's talk on our way to Charleston."

(Me and my big damn mouth. I'm talking with a man, who has William Zabo on speed dial. How much more trouble can I get myself into, in the next few days. I wonder if the gulags are still open?)

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Alexa Watley drove up to her home, and found dozens of police, and other vehicles parked on her driveway. It was so crowded she had to park on the manicured lawn to get off the roadway.

Immediately, after her car was recognized, she was assaulted by the FBI, local police, and news crews.

"Mrs. Watley, I'm special agent Alan Jessop, where have you been for the last 7 days?"

"What concern of it is yours Mister Jessop? My husband and I had an argument. I took my children and went to a local hotel. I came back today, knowing he would be at work, so I could get more clothes for my children and myself. I will be filing for divorce this week, because he hit me. He did it, in front of his guards, before I left him last Monday. No one hits me Mister Jessop, not even a billionaire."

"Where are you children now?"

"They are at school."

"Can you prove your husband hit you?"

"Ask his guards, they witnessed it. He knocked me to the ground, not 10 feet from here. I feared for my life, Mister Jessop, because he came after me again. Mister Chase stopped him, before he could get to me. I believe he is the only reason I am still alive today."

"When was the last time you heard, or saw your husband?"

"Mister Jessop, am I being interrogated for any particular reason? If I am, shouldn't you have mirandized me from the very start. If this is going to continue for any period of time; I would like to go into my house sit down and be comfortable. If you piss me off anymore, or I do not wish to speak to you any longer, I will call my lawyer, have him come to my home, and kick your ass out of it. What is going on Mister Jessop? Why are all these people in my home? Where is Blanca? Was she harmed? Is she alright? Answer me Mister Jessop, she is important to me."

"Your maid, Blanca is fine. She is sitting in the house waiting to see when and if you will return. She is as worried about you, as you are about her. We had to sedate her for a few days after this occurrence, because she walked in on it at the very end. They tied her up, gave her a drug to put her asleep, and left her in the living room. When she woke up, she was able to struggle out of the rope and called 911. The local police got involved, and once your husband's name hit our computer, we were here.

This attack was so well executed, Mrs. Watley, all we can tell you at this point is your husband, and your home was invaded last Monday morning, at approximately 740 a.m., by a group of men, who were dressed completely in black. They disabled all the guards by shooting them, and injecting them with a drug that kept them unconscious, until they were locked in your safe rooms. Several safes were pilfered, jewelry is missing, as well as a great deal of cash.

The reason we are here is because your husband was under investigation for securities fraud. We found all his records in his desk. We have removed them and left a receipt on the desk.

Oddly enough, in another drawer, we found hand grenades, and a double-barreled shotgun. Apparently, he knew he had enemies, and was not willing to go down peacefully.

Each of his guards tell the same story. This looks like a military style invasion, or these people are so well-trained they act like they are military. It took them less than 10 seconds to disable his 5 guards.

We know, for certain, your husband took the Ultralight out for a flight Monday afternoon, because one of his guards, who was in a second floor safe room, heard him talking to a man called, 'Number 20.' We can only suspect there were at least 20 men involved in this home invasion, and this person was their leader.

Number 20, and your husband, were speaking in a very friendly manner, because it appeared they came to some sort of an agreement; apparently about money, which your husband had plenty of. Today all of your husband's bank accounts, around the globe, are registering zero, and no one knows where that money went. We can't find a trace of where his billions of dollars went. How do you move $13 Billion U.S. dollars, in the course of a few hours, and not leave a paper trail? Governments can't do it; yet this team, led by number 20, did it. How, I don't know. I've been with the FBI for 26 years, and I've never seen, heard, or read of anything like this happening before. No one has even tried something like this before. It's not possible to do with today's banking regulations. Yet, it was done last Monday.

We have looked in your accounts and we know that your money has been there, and has been augmented regularly, by him, for years. There is nothing illegal in that.

His guard, Julio, heard your husband talking to number 20, from the room where the Ultralight was stored. Part of that conversation was about your husband flying from your home across to Canada. It was in reference to getting away from us, because we were going to arrest him Wednesday. How this number 20 knew that piece of information is under internal review. It was a closely guarded secret, and only a select group of people knew about it.

He took his ultralight out at approximately 230 p.m., Monday afternoon. It was part of the deal he made, to make this look like a home invasion, in case one of your neighbors saw this event happening, and called the police. The weather was poor, and the winds were very high. The ultralight tipped over, and hit the water hard. We believe your husband drowned, in the bay, rather than the lake, because the ultralight was found on shore, broken into pieces, only 18 miles from here. We have not been able to find his body yet, and we are waiting for nature, the currents, and the tides to do that work for us. With no idea of where to begin a search pattern, the cost of looking for your husband's body on the bottom of the bay, or the lake, would be prohibitive."