“To Maxum, she’s more his daughter than Kara ever was.” My voice had no conviction when I said it.
“Since when do we give a fuck about what Maxum wants? He fucking betrayed us, and he killed Devon when he was gunning for you. Have you forgotten?”
“Of course, I haven’t forgotten,” I snapped. “I just thought she had a right too, if Kara does.”
“Call her back and tell her you don’t need her to come. It’s the decent thing to do, Tony. You’re just wasting her time and pissing off Kara. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that is such a good idea. Kara has what it takes to lead us, and Sophie doesn’t,” Austin said.
He had a point. He had many good points. By asking her to be Prez, I was just being a dick and I knew it, but if we could use Sophie to set up Maxum, well, that was another story.
Kara busted into the room in typical fashion. I simply rolled my eyes as she sat down, not shocked at all.
“Another meeting without me?”
“Kara, you got decent ideas. If you got more where those came from, we might just end this war before it really begins.”
“My word, Tony, was that a compliment that just came out of your mouth?” Kara teased.
“Alright, Seth and I have some work, so I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
Seth and I headed down to the interrogation room. The kid sat tied to a chair in the center of the room. His head was tilted forward. He was unconscious after Seth’s beating. I filled a bucket with water and threw it on him.
He sputtered awake. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to tell me what I want to know, and Seth here is going to end your suffering, or you don’t tell me, and Seth here is going to prolong your suffering. The choice is yours.”
“What do you want to know?” The kid sounded scared.
“Let’s start with who sent you.”
“I don’t know.”
“Wrong answer.” I nodded to Seth, who punched the kid in the gut. He grunted. “Try again. Who sent you?”
“I don’t know who he was,” he claimed.
“Sounds like he’s telling the truth,” Seth said. “I can’t punch him for telling the truth.”
“Fine, what did he send you to get?” I asked
“His stash,” the kid said.
“Be specific.”
“Money and drugs.”
“We cleared all the drugs out. Where did he tell you to look for the money and drugs?”
“Are you going to kill me?” he begged.
“Just answer my fucking question.
“He didn’t remember where he left it. He said I had to search around. I was supposed to search an area, and if I didn’t find it, I was supposed to leave and report to him. He was making a map.”
“Wait a minute, you said you didn’t know who he was.” I nodded to Seth to punch him. Seth punched him in the face this time, busting the kid’s lip. He spat blood on Seth’s shoe and got another punch in the gut. “Let’s go back to that first question. Who sent you? If you say ‘I don’t know’ one more time, I’m going to fucking lose it,” I snarled at him.
“The Preacher,” he said with a mouthful of blood.
“Sounds like Maxum,” Seth commented.
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. You said he was making a map of the warehouse. What areas have you searched and reported to him?”
“I started on the north side. I hit a five-foot area at a time.”
“How many times have you reported to him?”
“Five, before I was caught.”
“Five? Five times you’ve broken into my warehouse undetected? Oh, well, that just makes me pissed off. Seth, get the kid some water and food. We’ll continue this tomorrow.”
“I told you everything I know. Now, can I go?”
“We’ll see about that,” I said and turned and walked away. “Austin! I need the roster for the warehouse guards. Someone isn’t doing their fucking job.”
“Yeah, I can get that for you,” he called back.
“I’ll deal with it tomorrow. I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight, Prez.”
I headed to my room, got myself a beer to wind down, and turned on the TV. I channel surfed, but nothing caught my eye, so I finished my beer, stripped down, took a shower, jerked off, and headed to bed. Mom had washed my sheets and had made my bed.
But I just ended up having another wet dream about Kara.
We were sitting in the war room arguing with each other. She stormed off like she does, but I grabbed her by the hand, pressed it against my throbbing cock, and said, “I want you. I know you want me too.”
“Oh, Tony! I do want you.” She ripped open her shirt, revealing her tatted-up breasts. I buried my face in them and kissed her warm flesh. Then an old familiar face appeared. Phoebe. Man, I hadn’t thought of her in a long time. She came in already naked, fighting Kara for my attention.
Kara won the fight, and Phoebe went off to fuck some other guy. Kara got naked and stretched her sexy tattooed body across the table. She was so hot, and her body screamed for me to touch it, taste it. “Oh, Tony!” she purred. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” That’s when I knew it had to be a fucking dream. But I just basked in it while I could.
The dream was hot and heavy, and when I woke up, my bed sheets were a mess again.
Fuck! Maybe Austin was right, I needed to fuck Kara, but fat chance of that ever actually happening. So, I better find a replacement. But what the fuck was that about Phoebe? Shit, I promised I’d never think of her again. How did exes always find a way to get to you?
Kara had made it very clear she was not interested in fucking me ever. I had to accept that and move on or my nights would be plagued by haunting dreams of her, and Mom would get pretty upset
