Jeremy? Would losing Forrest again make me not care what happens to these people? I have no idea but I fear that I will become someone else entirely and it won’t be pretty. How am I supposed to warn Forrest that it is too dangerous? How do I get word to him not to come for me; that I want to stay? He won’t understand it but I need him to stay away for his own safety. I cannot be the reason for another person dying or being hurt. If he comes to rescue me again, he will surely be killed and that will be completely on me. But if I can convince him somehow, that I want to stay then nobody I care about will be hurt again and they can all move on with their lives. That’s just how it needs to be. I hope he understands why I need to do this.
Chapter 5
Jeremy
The party was a success. The clients seemed to be exceptionally happy with the merchandise that was up for auction and refreshments before hand. And the extra gift attached to each of the products was a huge hit. The bids brought me a lot of money, more money then usual. As the men began to leave after the auction they let me know just how pleased they were with the way I ran things and how they couldn’t decide which items that were up for auction that they wanted. I already have quite a few offering me money to find them specialty items for the future and requesting another party similar to this. The only one who seems to be unhappy is Omar. He seems to be in a foul mood as he says his farewells. I understand that his offer for some time with my Sierra was the best I was going to hear all night, but I just couldn’t do that to Sierra and I also couldn’t do that to myself. I may not be perfect but he would have ruined her and I like to keep what’s mine in prime condition. Lending Sierra to Omar for the night would be like lending my Porsche and having it come back dented and scratched up so bad I would have to junk it. I don’t want to junk Sierra so I refused his offer and took her back to her room. No need to parade her around when the auction started. The men would have plenty to salivate over as it was. Now that everyone has gone home, it is time I let my guards know just how pissed I am that they let someone past them into my house. I don’t know who they are or why they have come but regardless they are not here to be my friend. They will end up ruining everything I have worked so hard for to achieve. I will not let some bastard get the best of me. Speaking to the guard at the door, I inform him to let the other guards know to meet inside in the auction room for an emergency meeting. He nods and speaks into his radio as I hear agreements from the other guards and saying they are on their way. I don’t say another word and head to the auction room and grab a drink from the bar in the corner. Scotch seems to be the most appealing tonight as I poor the amber liquid into a glass with two cubes of ice to cool it. I am shaking with anger as I sip the sweet, hard taste of my drink. Why must everyone be fucking idiots? It shouldn’t be that hard to keep watch for intruders. If by chance these men that broke into my house run to the police to let them know what they have seen, this whole operation is done for and so is the cushy job these men have. No more free sex with gorgeous women, no more big bank accounts, and definitely no more life because I can guarantee they would be in jail for some time just for being accomplices in this business. But they wouldn’t have to worry about all of that because if they are the reason why we go down, I will kill every last fucking one of them. I did not work this hard just to be taken down by some dumb fucks who happen to slip past my guards. As all the guards file