Shit, I don't mean to belittle them. The agents I've worked with lately are first class, but these two bastards will probably be able to squirm out of...anything that's done to them legally, and ... you and I both know it."Whitworth found himself trying to appease an obviously angered Prime. "We've been gathering information, Colonel. I have no problem taking them out; we just need to do it a bit discreetly since he's a fucking high-level diplomat. We could dispose of him with any number of. Suddenly I heard a loud snapping noise. Terror washed over me as I realized he had hit her with the riding crop. I turned around immediately and went towards the stairs. In my mind, he was beating her and I had to tell my mom about it. I stopped and started thinking about what to do. She didn't scream or seem scared; whatever they were doing was voluntary. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that Ryan wasn't an abusive guy. I had known him my entire life and he wasn't malicious in any. Then folding it a little, rested it on her thighs in such a way that my knee was touching her round ass and my thighs were on her thighs. I was making every move cautiously. Also making sure if she gets awakened, she takes it as an action during sleep.I kept my eyes closed enough just to see her and yet appear closed if she gets awakened. And suddenly, she got awakened. She opened her eyes and feeling a lot of weight on her body. She wanted to throw it away, in a reflex action. Seeing me next. "We have money," were the first civil words the woman spoke. "Take what you want and we won't look for you."The man was nodding and silently seething."Oh, we'll take what we want," Jim said. "Don't you worry none about that and I don't think you'll be in any shape to look for anyone."He escorted in a pair of girls, maybe in their early teens. Both girls were defiant but not scared. Jacob guess that Ralph Bellamy's kids were too spoiled to be frightened."Let me introduce myself," Jacob said..