Chapter 42: And Then...

For the next three weeks, there was stability. From time to time, Tricia would “suit up” as Trey and live a simulated life as Willie’s “boyfriend.” On Saturday nights they went to the club, where Trey actually had to fend off a few passes from supposedly single gay men. Even weirder, one of the straight couples approached Trey to propose a threesome. Willie shut off all of these overtures, and she also enjoyed openly fondling Trey’s “equipment” as well.

The Audi was still parked down the street from their two houses, with rotating shifts. Tricia named them Audrey, Betty, and Carla, with Audrey working 8 to 4 and Betty working the swing shift. All three of them could have been sisters; they had similar masculine features and stocky, powerful-looking bodies. The house that they parked in front of was vacant, so the surveillance continued non-stop without any complaints from the neighbors.

Meanwhile, Julián had been researching Paul Sandro, who seemed to be the source of all the trouble and surveillance. Apparently, the Sandro family controlled a shipping empire based in the Mediterranean. He knew the Larkin family was big in the shipping container business, and a merger between the two companies would create an unrivaled conglomerate.

This was the basis for Paul’s hard-on concerning Patricia. Sara, Julián’s ex, had been shown to be sterile, so he moved on to the next candidate in that family. And his plan to use Tricia to make heirs was already explicit.

Then, suddenly, the Audi disappeared.

It was a couple of days after that Julián learned what had happened and brought the subject up with Tricia while all six of them were soaking in the spa.

“You have a younger sister, Tricia?”

“Sally? Yeah, she’s 14, no, 15. Why do you ask?”

“Paul Sandro married Sally Larkin yesterday.”

“WHAT?”

“It’s true. They were married on the island where Sandro’s business is based. I guess you can legally marry a 15-year-old in that jurisdiction. I found a picture.”

“Oh, no! Poor Sally. She looks frightened, not happy. And that’s David, Paul’s lover, as his best man. And over there, those two are our parents. Those assholes sold my little sister into slavery for breeding, for money. Is there anything we can do?”

“I don’t think so. Just getting onto that island of theirs would require a James Bond level of infiltration. But this explains why they aren’t paying to have someone to be parked outside watching anymore. They have no need for you, Tricia, now since they have Sally. Willie, you need to break up with Trey and sell that huge abomination parked in your driveway.”

Despite the good news, Tricia couldn’t help but cry as she imagined her little sister’s suffering. She wasn’t far off from the truth.

Abduction caught Sally completely unprepared. She was stolen from the dorm of a girls-only residential school after necessary bribes were paid and flown out of the US in a private jet. She didn’t know the name of the island where she was imprisoned, but she assumed that she was in the Mediterranean Sea somewhere from the flight time and from seeing several islands from the plane’s windows as they descended. The warm weather and the words on various visible signs confirmed her suppositions.

Upon arrival, she was moved to a clinic and strapped to a gynecological exam table with her feet locked up in stirrups. After about 45 long minutes, a middle-aged woman in a white coat walked in.

“Sally, I am Dr. uh, you can call me Dr. C. I am going to examine you; in particular, I will be reviewing your reproductive systems. Before that, I’ve been asked to explain your situation. You are going to be married tomorrow to my employer, Paul Sandro.”