Someone should tell hospitals that the beep that the machine sitting by your bed makes is not conducive to sound sleeping. But as the incessant beepin... penetrated my mind, I realized what it meant. I was alive.For all I knew, Bradley had escaped and was at this very moment getting ready to kill us all again. How did such an inept dolt get in the middle of all this? Bradley, who was laundering half a billion dollars for the mob, who had me put a laptop computer under a pile of ice in a public. The designated meeting place was my house. Thenight before the said trip, one of our friends came to the house, Ben,with his friend Wacky. Since they lived somewhere far in downtownMetropolis, they decided that it would best that they stayed the nightat my place. Somewhere in the night something happened between Wackyand I. To find out what happened between us read the story entitled,"Under the Sheets" in my site. The morning after, Timothy came banging hard at my bedroom door towake us up.. But I need you to take it to Pepper. It’s just to do with my off-shore accounts.”“Sir,” she replied.“Hey Miss Pro-active,”“Sir?”“Call me Tony.”She smirked, “Yes Sir.”She did it, knowing it would wind him up.“Ugh,” the line hung up and the agent chuckled.Pulling out her PDA Natasha checked his GPS tracker to see where the Billionaire was and smiled, satisfied the man was where he was meant to be.Signing off the redhead then got up and stretched; the walk would do her good, arching her back the. Katie was sitting at her computer in a high-back office chair when I came in. She turned to look at me and said, “Shut the door.” This was abnormal because she always left it open to make sure that she was never accused of any improprieties. I closed the door and she swiveled in her chair to face me and immediately reached out and cupped my package. I was taken aback, but I said, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” She grinned and replied, “Let me worry about that.” While rubbing my balls.