"How are you feeling?" Still a little sore," I say."So, Chris," Grandpa Bill says, interrupting my conversation with mygrandmother before it can conti...ue. "You following Wimbledon this year?" Might do," dad shrugs. "Between the football, tennis and the Olympics,we've got a lot of sport to look forward to!" I shrivel as Grandpa Billbriefly glances down at me, his meaning clear- the dad has a lot ofsport to look forward to this summer, but he doesn't have a son to lookforward to watching it with-. "They want you as payment. They want to take you as a slave on the black market."I couldn't believe my ears. I knew organized crime was involved in the slave trade...but I never felt that would affect me. As shocked as I was, I loved my dad, and I was prepared to give myself up for him. At first he refused, but after we argued, he agreed to the terms. He called his bookie and told him the agreement. I would be picked up the next morning.Dad and I spent the night together saying our goodbyes.. For a social climber like Madi, they didn’t seem her type. Both guys were actually actors, provided by the studio and playing a role. As planned, they were persistent despite Madi’s lack of interest. The climax of the little scene was them getting a bit too pushy and finding themselves picked up and frog-marched off the beach by four big guys.Corey and Madi just sat there with their mouths agape.“What just happened?”, Madi asked.“Sorry about that”, I replied. “My bodyguards don’t like it when. La hizo caer de espaldas al suelo. All? la golpearon un poco m?s entre los otros tres. Con una se?al, el l?der les hizo detenerse. L?a se mostraba con algunos moratones y ara?azos en todo el torso. Hab?a pedido que parasen, suplicado incluso. A?n as? hab?an acabado la peque?a paliza. -Cada vez que te niegues, te vamos a pegar. Es un castigo, ?lo entiendes? Ella asinti? muy r?pido con la cabeza-Pues empieza a chup?rsela.L?a se incorpor? c?mo pudo. El pecho le dol?a much?simo. Se acerc? de.