Page 30 of Starving Butterfly
“Where is Gabriella?” I growled into the phone.
“Didn’t we teach you better than that? Play the system and you might learn the answer.” Midas replied. There was speaking in the background as I considered his words. If he wanted to see what he taught, I would show him.
“Spain, not Mexico. If I had to guess coastal town. Ibiza would be too easy, perhaps Cádiz? Which one of your friends is fitting the bill?” I smirked into the phone. Maybe I was wrong, but at least I had the balls to play.
“Fair point. You’ve been chasing my money, have you learned nothing along the way. Perhaps you need a good chat with your old man.” He replied cooly.
“One day, I am going to cleave your dick from your balls and then force feed them to you.”
“While you’re at it, order the barbecue ribs, short. A meal fit for a king. Oh and don’t forget the secret sauce.”
The phone slammed into the sidewalk, shattering as broken glass bounced across the concrete. People gave me a wide berth after that, as I shoved my way through the crowd heading towards the federal building. Along the way I dropped my gun in a newspaper stand, wiping the handle and grabbing the paper. It wasn’t a surprise to see the media man from the poker game having the top headline, a story he no doubt traded for in advance. I continued walking until I made it to the looming office building.
“Mr. Mathews isin a meeting you can’t go in right now.” Some twig-like secretary stood in front of the door. I just pushed him aside. Not caring as the doors opened.
A woman barely in her twenties on her knees giving my father a blowjob. Typical political scandal. She screamed when she noticed me. Jeff’s eyes snapped to mine.
“Oh don’t stop on my account,” I bit out, settling myself in the chair across the desk. The newspaper still in my grasp, I began to read the latest trashy affairs in the world.
The woman went to pull away, and he held her face down, gagging her with his dick. The room filled with the sounds of slurping; I just turned the page. Half keeping an eye on their frames as he forced himself more aggressively than he had before, like my presence was some kind of sick turn-on for him. It soured my stomach, but I remained indifferent. Groans and gagging continued as I turned another page, readjusting the think pages like it was a shield to the crude display. It continued on for another three minutes before the grunt sounded. He finished himself and she choked on his cum. She got up in a rush, her frame moving towards the door. I grabbed her wrist, and she about screamed. I motioned to my lip, “You’ve got a little something…” A small smirk dotted my lips as my eyes fell to her open shirt. The woman smeared the back of her hand against her mouth, too frazzled she didn’t even button her dress shirt before rushing out the door.
“Well son, two visits in such short time. Looking to rekindle that father son relationship are we?” he asked as he fixed his pants and smoothed wrinkles from his shirt. I folded the paper, letting it rest on my lap.
“Something like that, tell me this. Why does a senator need a scandal with a low level intern?” I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it up. Smoke danced upwards towards the ceiling as I reclined in the chair. Dragging the butt to my lips, I inhaled, contemplating how this was going to go down. His hands moved silently, but I knew the police wouldn’t be far behind. Trespassing charges or some other invasive procedure,no doubt. Nothing that would stick, thank fuck, at most a few nights in jail seeing as Scott was still missing.
“Appearances of course. Optically it’s best someone of my status to be looking to settle down again, and who better then a young up and coming lady with high class.” He sat down at his desk, which was raised a bit above my chair, so he was looking down on me.
“Damn, she must take it in the ass well for you to say that.” I flicked ashes onto his carpet, maintaining my disrespectful posture. His face morphed into disgust before he straightened his posture.
“Is that anyway to talk about your new step-mother?” He replied coldly.
A deep, throaty laugh emanated from me as I threw my head back. “Alrightdad,” I spat the word. “When exactly are you marrying this one? What’s this make step-mother number three? Will she have a tragic illness as well?”
“I think it’s time for you to leave son.”
“Fucking hell, what are you doing here?”
23
MUTUAL AGREEMENT
December 8th
Oh, the world is a cruel place. It was one thing to be assigned a trespassing case on the senator you loathe, and another to actually have to do it. I pulledup outside the federal building, badge hanging from my neck. Simmons met me on the steps.
“You got the call to handle this too?” She asked.
“Yeah, I was fixing to leave for New York, when it came through. Capt. wanted me personally.” I sighed.
“Ten bucks says it’s a disgruntled ex-employee,” she laughed.
“Nah too easy to handle.” I shrugged as we swung open the door; the secretary met us at the door.
“He won’t leave the Senator’s office,” the guy said after a nervous glance around.
“Well that’s what we are here for,” Simmons replied.
We walked towards the office in question, the door slightly ajar. A deep, throaty laugh came from the room, and the sickening words stuck in my brain, “Alrightdad,When exactly are you marrying this one? What’s this make step-mother number three? Will she have a tragic illness as well?”
