The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(148)

''Right listen to me, both of you. I've got a house nobody knows about. It's in Montana. I want you both to go there and wait for me. When I get out of here, I'll come to you. You'll be safe there, and if Nicki does her job properly, we'll soon be safe forever.''

Nicki understood the part about going to Montana, not the part about her doing a proper job. “What do you mean?'' she asked.

''Take the black box, open it and listen to the tape inside.''

She took the box from Mel and opened the lid. Inside there was a tiny recorder. She pressed the play button and listened.



''Andrey, my boy, have you come to apologize?''

''No I've come to tell you that you are a two-bit piece of shit. You're nothing but a low life, whore f*cker. All you've done with your life is threaten and rob people. You've never done half the things attributed to you. Everyone thinks you're a tough guy. You're a *.''

''I've done more with my life than you will ever do. Who do you think you are? I'm gonna kill you. Leave this to me.''

''You're just a show-off. Leaving everyone to think that you killed Judge Hudson but got away with it. Why don't you ever deny it? Everybody knows the jury was right. You haven't got the balls to kill anybody.''

''I killed Judge Hudson, just like I'm gonna kill you.''

''You didn't, you're a liar and a cheat, I've never met anybody so full of bullshit.''

''I tell you, I killed him with this gun.''

''Bring him over here. Lift him up. Take him and dump him next to the freeway.''



''But how?'' Nicki asked when the tape had stopped.

''That wire in my jeans transmitted the signal to the recorder. I knew if I goaded him, he would give us something. I did it for you, Nicki. If you get this story right, your career will take off like you never expected. It's a very hot story. Take it and use it. The world will think you are the best journalists alive. The murder weapon is a Magnum; he keeps it in a drawer in the sitting room.''

Nicki had no idea what to say.

''Mel give me my wallet.'' He took out a couple of cards. ''Here are two credit cards. Use them to pay for the journey. There is a car in the garage in Montana so you can go and get supplies. Here's the address and the number of the housekeeper.'' He handed Nicki a note.



*****



Nicki and Andrey stood outside the church and applauded as Mel and her new husband, a rancher from Great Falls, Montana came out to cheers and lots of confetti. Nicki bent down to Andrey junior and helped him and his toy elephant onto his father's shoulders.

''Well, Journalist of the Year 2015, what do you think to that. Almost as good as our wedding, wasn't it?'' Andrey senior said.

Nicki nodded and kissed him.



*****



Three weeks later.

''Andrey, where do you want me to hang this?'' Nicki shouted

''What is it?'' he asked.

''The article about Sokolov being sentenced to life in prison.''

''The best place for him is the toilet.”

*****

THE END





BWWM A Dangerous Game – a BWWM Football Romance


“He’s lookin’ a bit rough today, Angie,” I heard Jim saying behind me.

“Everyone has their off-days, Jim,” I replied.

“It seems it’s been more of an off-season. The kid threw three interceptions this game alone. If he keeps this up, he won’t be on the roster next season.”

He was right; this was a rough situation that Jake got himself into. His numbers were really low, and it was going to set me into a difficult position for negotiating his contract for next season.

Monica was here watching as well; I use the word watching very loosely because she preferred to spend her time nursing a glass of wine and talking to the other wives.

She was quite gorgeous, slim-figured and tiny; just the way Jake seemed to like them. I never really cared, quite honestly. She was the kind of girl I avoided; easy to look at and hard to please. The only real conversation we had was about money, and how much her boyfriend was going to make her.

They were talking so loud that I couldn’t help but overhear a bit of their conversation.

“He’s making good money, are you going to make him put a ring on it?”

Monica replied, “There’s only one sure way to get him to ask me, and I don’t know if I should talk to him about it, or just surprise him.”

“You’re not thinking about having kids, already.”

“I always wanted a family, and I don’t want to have to wait to start one. He’s taking his sweet time proposing. I thought maybe if I had a bun in the oven he might man up and ask.”

“You’re terrible, Monica.”

Monica giggled along with her friends. I couldn’t figure out how someone could talk about having kids in such a cavalier attitude.

I tossed back the rest of the scotch in my glass and made for the bar nearby. This game was beginning to look like another loss, and I knew that my boss would probably be ready to yell at me on Monday, and I didn’t want to be sober for that.