The Billionaire(22)

I'm holding her hand as I work tirelessly on the phone to get my  business in order for the next few weeks while I devote all my time to  her care.

Every once in a while her fingers would twitch in my clasp and she would  make little sounds of distress in her sleep. I never took my eyes off  of her as I spoke to the necessary people needed to handle things. After  her little freak out at the hospital and the subsequent visit to the  nursery she seemed to have come to terms with the baby. I haven't really  had time to let it sink in everything was coming at me hard and fast  but one thing was certain, I'm happy as fuck at the idea. I wouldn't  know what the fuck to do with a kid and neither did she but I'm sure  we'd figure that shit out.

It took me a little less than three hours on the phone and she was still  out. I think her mind needed just as much rest as her body, but she  needed to take her medicine before the pain got to be too much so I'd  have to wake her up soon.

I eased onto the bed and kissed her lips softly, brushing her hair back  from her temple. I whispered her awake. "Wake up sweetheart."

She groaned and creased her brow until her eyes finally opened. That  smile at the sight of me always went straight to the gut. "Hi." She  lifted her head for my mouth and we shared a kiss before I laid her back  against her pillow.

"Time for your pills baby, mom made some soup and sandwiches, how about  we have lunch and then you can have your medicine, sounds good?"

"Sure." Her voice was sleep soft and warm, luring me to kiss her again.  She felt so soft and cuddly and warm, like I could just hold her like  this forever and never get tired. When the kissing threatened to get out  of hand I eased off. I'm a fucking animal, here she was battered and  bruised and all I could think of was getting inside her damn. She  clutched at me trying to pull me over her but I resisted. "No baby I  don't want to hurt you we need to get you healed up some first." She  pouted and rolled her eyes at me but whatever. I kissed her nose and  eased out of her arms.

I made sure she ate and took her meds. We hadn't mentioned the baby  again after we came home. I didn't want her freaking out again, not  until I had some help for her. I hated the thought of her having to see a  shrink but I think she might need it. She was also scared shitless of  doctors, something I'd found out in the hospital when she was lucid  enough to let her discomfort be known, so I'll have to be with her if we  did go that route. Fuck this is too much for me to think about right  now. Just get her better and go from there Gideon one thing at a time.





After clearing away our dishes from lunch I got in bed beside her and  held her while I turned on the TV for background noise more than  anything.

"Baby can I ask you something?"

"What?" She looked at me as her little hand drew patterns on my shirt. I  was about to wade into murky waters here but I needed to get this shit  taken care of. I'd decided to kill two birds with one stone. Since I'll  be taking time off from work I could use the time while she was asleep  to plan how to eliminate the fuckers who'd tormented her childhood. But  first I needed to know who they were, if they were local or if she even  knew who the fuck they were.

"Have you ever seen the doctor and the...monster anywhere else other than your house?"

"Uh uh." Her body was only a little tense so she wasn't going to go back into her fucking head again. At least I hoped not.

"Would you recognize them, if you saw a picture?" She didn't answer for a long time and then...

"Could you get my school bag please?" I figured that was her way of  telling me she didn't want to talk about it anymore. I decided to let  her have her way for now, but sooner or later we were going to have to  go there again.

I brought the heavy backpack over to her. What the fuck were they giving  kids to read these days? It felt like she had a ton of bricks in there.

I watched as she struggled one handedly to pull something out of her bag.

"Here let me help you baby."

"I got it." She pulled out a large envelope and passed it to me. She'd  handed me a portfolio, I opened it up with a puzzled look on my face  until I saw the drawings there.

"Where did you get these?" I had no doubt as to what I was holding in my hands.

"I made them." She was back to sounding scared so I sat next to her and pulled her onto my chest.

The pencil sketches were of two men over time. In the earlier drawings  you could see a bit of the fanciful as the person drew them with inhuman  aspects, her monster.                       
       
           



       

As the drawings got better with time, the facial features became more  pronounced until every detail was there. Even a mole on the left side of  one mans cheek.

You've got to be shitting me, it couldn't be. No wonder Cliffy boy  thought he could flounce my words and go after her anyway. This shit had  just gone to a whole other level but that won't stop me, it just meant a  change of the game plan.

I picked up my secured phone and called Gage my head of security and the  only other person I'd trust with this. "Double security, I need you to  come in."

She looked at me so scared, like just the fact that the pictures were out in the open could bring her harm.

"Do you know them Gideon?" Fuck me she began to shake. I hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her.

"They'll never come near you again baby, they'll have to go through me first and no way that's gonna happen.

"Why didn't you tell me you were an artist baby?" I tried to change the  subject she didn't need to be worrying about this shit right now. It was  my turn to do the worrying for her. It took all my control not to leave  and go put a bullet in the fucker's head right then and there. But I  had a bad feeling in the pit of my gut that there might be more victims  out there, this shit was huge. I had to handle this with care from here  on out. This wasn't just about some small town cop and some perverted  fuck looking to buy a young virgin anymore. These people had the best  spin-doctors on their payroll if I showed my hand too soon they might  walk, fucking politicians.





Chapter 18



I had security doubled on my place around the clock.

Gage had come in for a briefing and was waiting downstairs for me to  come to him. I might have to call in a few markers by the time this mess  was over, but it would be worth it. I've been on my secured computer  ever since she'd fallen back to sleep trying to find everything I could  on the senator and one of the nations' Premier physicians.

Why two men from such pedigreed backgrounds would be involved in  something as unethical and downright immoral as this, is beyond my  imagination but it takes all kinds.

Funny thing is, the senator is one of the loudest voices in the Senate  against child abuse of any kind. He heads committees that fight child  labor, he petitioned and fought for stiffer sentences for child  molesters. So why the fuck had he been trying to buy my wife and what  the fuck was he planning to do with her? Lying fuck, he'd touched her  him and the fucking doctor had had their hands on my fucking wife. Hate  was too tame a word for what I felt.

A young no doubt terrified little girl had been at the mercy of that  deceitful fuck and all the while he's been in the public eye spouting  his bullshit lies. Well senator you're fucked, you didn't see me coming  you fuck. I find myself with the task of muddling through his background  and trying to sift through the public lie and the conspiracy theorist  for any nugget, just a little string to pull on.

So far nothing was popping up, no red flags. He came across on paper as  just what he wanted the world to believe he was; an upstanding member of  society with nothing but accolades and support for his many endeavors.

It turned my stomach to read each word as the young girl he had  traumatized laid sleeping in fear not too far away. What were you  planning to do with her you fuck? I wanted to punch something but my gym  was on another floor and there was no way I was leaving her here alone.  I felt like a caged beast about to gnaw my fucking arm off in  frustration.

Had it been only a few short weeks ago that I'd seen her for the first  time? How could life change so drastically in such a short space of  time? And what the fuck else was going to come at me next? I walked over  and looked down at her as she slept peacefully I had to go see Gage  which meant I had to leave her. I took the monitor with me in case she  woke up while I was gone.





Gage was looking out the windows of my home office when I got there. He  turned at my entrance and with a nod took a seat across from my desk.

"Do we know as yet how Halston and Sanders paths crossed?"

I've had him doing some digging while we were in the hospital. Though  the tapes had revealed much, they hadn't answered that little kernel.  Those two didn't move in the same circles and I needed to know  everything before I moved. I wasn't about to leave any stone unturned I  wanted the names of all the players down to the smallest one.