Theo
Haven't eaten in three days. Although I despise weakness, I relied on coffee spiked with whisky to get me through the days. Sat in my office at Mezler Holdings Inc. and tried focusing on the merger proposed before Nyssa disappeared. Didn't care about it, or anything really. Just wanted to find my wife and never have I felt so helpless. I fucking hated it. Anger seethed in my veins, a reminder of lost control. Kimi popped her head in my office after a tentative knock. "Sir? There are three men out here demanding to see you. They refuse to make an appointment or state why they are here. They want to talk to you now." "Send them in." Something to focus on other than my wife or business. Maybe they represented those who stole my wife and were ready to tender ransom demands. I would listen to them, remember their faces, and dump their remains into the Puget Sound. Who would stop me? They didn't wait for Kimi to signal them in. Ill-mannered bastards barged in behind her, forcing her aside. "Mezler?" The man who spoke possessed a swarthy complexion, black hair and eyes. "Theo Mezler?" "Yes?" "Special Agent Thorstien Vanirsson, FBI. I have some questions for you." My heart beat a thousand times a second. Fuck, had the FBI heard about Nyssa's disappearance? Would there be repercussions for not reporting it to authorities? Tried to play it cool, and stood up to reach out and shake his hand. "How can I be of assistance to you, Agent Vanirsson?" He gestured toward a trio of seats on the other side of my huge desk. "May we sit?" "Please do." "These are Agents Naumann and Bagons. We were investigating a case and your name came up." My mind whirled at the implications. "And what case would that be, gentlemen?" Agent Bagons removed something from his briefcase. When he placed a digital recorder on my desk and then spoke, I realized this was much more serious than anticipated. He was a long-legged and husky-built man of little patience, I sensed. "What exactly is your relationship with one Margot Ivanov?" "She and I have mutual business ventures." A wave of relief washed over me as I discovered the conversation with these agents didn't involve my wife. "How involved are you with her in these ventures?" Agent Naumann asked, his monotone voice grating on my nerves. I cleared my throat. "I provide funding to her projects. One is a high-end salon, the other is a project in the works. A salon for underprivileged kids. My involvement is strictly financial." The three agents shared a look, and it put me on high alert. "What exactly has Margot done to garner the interest of the FBI?" "Sir, are you aware that she is a ringleader of an international child pornography ring?" This time it was Agent Vanirsson who spoke. "What the Hell are you talking about?" I couldn't wrap my head around it- Margot a kingpin? It was inconceivable. "Ms. Ivanov was arrested earlier this afternoon. Tried poisoning herself and failed. Managed to mangle her face with the chemical she used. That's not the action of an innocent person. Are you sure you know nothing about her illicit activities?" A hundred thoughts poured through my mind. Did they know she was my Domme when I was underage? Did they find those pictures she took of me back in the day? I didn't know shit about her producing child porn. What the fuck was she thinking? I felt that it was in my best interest to feed them a little information and hopefully they would be satisfied. I didn't want to get entangled with law enforcement. "She seduced me when I was a teenager, but that ended long ago. Because she was a friend of my aunt, I helped her with her projects when she'd ask for assistance. In regards to her alleged proclivity toward child pornography, I know absolutely nothing about that." Agent Bagons spoke again, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Are you aware there are images of you as a teenager were recovered off a server based in the Netherlands?" Ice sank into my blood. "Excuse me?" "Did or did not Margot Ivanov take photographs of her sexual and physical abuse of you as a teenager?" They knew. Strangers knew my secret. Ice and fire warred in my arteries. I wanted to strangle Margot for taking those photos, let alone allowing them onto a computer server. "She did." "Are you willing to testify against her to that fact?" Naumann leaned forward. “You realize how important a witness you would be, don’t you, Mezler?” I had enough. "I want my lawyer. Nothing would please me more than to help you gentlemen, however with the two business ventures involved with Ms. Ivanov, I feel I need to discuss some things with my lawyer before committing myself to a trial." It was a bullshit lie. Had no intention of lawyering-up, but knew once I played that card, they couldn’t legally pump me for more information. "As you will." All three FBI agents stood, and I did as well. Vanirsson handed me a business card with his contact information after shaking my hand. "If you find its in your best interest to protect your interests, please call me. Last thing you want is to be charged along with her for the manufacture of child pornography." Anger reproduced like bunnies inside my stomach. Fucker just threatened me. "True. Thank you." They left my office while I sank back into my desk chair. What the fuck did Margot get me into? Why the hell did she bring this upon me? As if I don't have enough shit to deal with, this was the cherry on top of the Fuck My Life Up sundae. Wanted to strangle Margot with my bare hands for taking those photos of me in the first place. Damn her for it. Called for my car and directed them to the best hospital in the area. Knew that’s where Margot would be— her insurance covered it. Made sure of it. ***** When I entered Margot's room at the hospital, I saw that she was handcuffed to the bed, and that her lower face was swathed in bandages. Two policemen stood on either side of her. Surprised they let me in to see her, but considering that the FBI came by for a visit, maybe they are waiting to hear something juicy for their case. The pricks. I couldn't help but to sit down in the chair next to her bed. "What the Hell did you do to yourself?" One of her eyes opened and stared at me. She made no attempt at sound. "The FBI told me they found photos of me on a computer server. You promised me those photos were to keep me from ever speaking against you. Margot... You lied to me. You helped destroy my marriage. And now I stand to lose everything I built because of you. We are through in all matters. Never contact me again, otherwise I'll have you arrested for harassment." I meant it, too. Although my heart cracked with pain because I knew I'd never talk to her again, I also knew that nothing could be gained with her in my life. "Good day, Margot." My resolve almost broke when tears overflowed her eyes, running down her face to sully her bandages. But the bitch brought it all upon herself. From now on out, she's on her own. Just like me. http://ift.tt/2ii0jnQ http://ift.tt/2iWRZKU
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