Let’s avoid you being called an incestuous little whore, losing your scholarship, your parents losing their jobs at school… You have a lot to lose... and to gain, with this. So, just follow my instructions and everything is going to be just fine.”…“No, I will fuck you. Very soon. Remember, one word to anyone, and I’ll know. Have a good night.”I hung up. Alissa was breathing hard through her mouth, pale, a face full of confusion and incredulity.“How do you feel about that?” I asked. But she. “Did you doubt that we would find a way?” I asked.“No, but we didn’t think it would be that easy,” Sylvia told me.“Or that quick,” Amelia added with a smile.“What should we do now?” I asked and paused.“A honeymoon perhaps?” I asked after a few seconds.“Do you mean go somewhere?” Amelia asked in a questioning voice.“We’ve been to too many places in the past month. Let’s just stay home and relax,” Sylvia suggested.“All right, shall we go out to dinner, a bit later to celebrate,” I asked seeing. I didn't turn to look back. The memories wouldhaunt me for as long as I lived, but I wouldn't give then thesatisfaction of seeing me cry.I drove away from my parent's house. I parked several blocks away andlet the dam burst. I had been such a fool. Why would I think that myparents would change? I felt so stupid. Now I wondered where I would go?It wasn't very late, just past seven.I started the car and drove to a bed and breakfast in the area. What thehell, I thought. Maybe I can find something. Who needed billionaire brothers and their whores!It turned out that Angel and Henry were the co-owners of the place. Angel had needed a partner at one point and Henry, a high-end chef—not just a cook—wanted to retire from the artistic side of food and beverage and have a little fun and relaxation. He put up the cash, and she put up the partnership and they were in business, and the place did pretty good business overall. But now they had found themselves short-handed with the disappearance of.