This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Part 6 Westward Bound and a New Chapter
After agreeing to the government's proposals, it was time to work out the details. I would move supplies in and out of various countries, depending on what the government needed. I would not receive payment directly, however. The government would wire money to the various organizations, mainly nonprofits or charities, and it would then buy whatever supplies I provided. To anyone not familiar with my relationship with the U.S. government, it would appear I was selling illegal goods and receiving money from those sales.
Dave, the U.S. congressional representative, explained that I was free to pursue the purchase and sale of women as I saw fit. This was to solidify my cover in the criminal underworld and get me access to various organizations, and whatever profits I turned were mine to keep. With my experience in the Assassins, I knew the slave trade was difficult and messy, and it was the part of the plan I looked forward to the least.
I had a few issues that needed solving. First was how to run my new slave trade on the West Coast while I lived and worked on the East Coast. I had a business to run and five women to look after. Each had a different need I fulfilled, so spending an extended time away from them was a non-starter. To understand why requires me to explain each relationship.
When I was with Beth, she was relaxed and happy. However, when I wasn't with her, she was a different person. The women told me Beth became nervous and stressed when I wasn't around. She also became very needy, seemingly unable to decide anything without asking me first. I settled into a routine of constant supervision. On multiple occasions, when I attempted to pull back and left the decisions up to her, she became indecisive and anxious.
The only exception to that was her job. She worked as my personal accountant. She kept track of each company's financials and oversaw all of my accounts for me. This included my known and secret accounts. She had a sharp financial mind, and it was when she was engaged in that I saw the Beth of old: strong and confident. Outside of that, Beth was unable or unwilling to take care of herself. The abuse she suffered from Ronald did a number on her.
Susan talked with Beth often, and she told me it wasn't just Ronald, although that took her over the top. Beth suffered abuse from a young age, and it continued throughout her life. Her mother left her to a physically abusive father. She lost the only man she loved, only to find out it was all a lie. She was abused by the club, then Ben, and Roger to a lesser extent. Ronald was just the last in a long line, and Susan surmised Beth's mind just broke. Beth needed almost constant attention and love to keep her centered. Susan didn't know if Beth's behavior was temporary or permanent, but either way, I vowed to always be there for her.
Julie was something else altogether. She craved feeling and emotion. Her sexual abuse at the hands of Bob, her mother's old boss, forced her into a state of numbness. She had to push all feelings down to survive the abuse, and she became unable to recapture normal feelings. For her to feel anything, she needed extremes, be it sex, danger, or anything else that pushed beyond normal. I acted as a brake and a safe outlet. I kept her in check and helped her achieve the highs she sought.
I often had her in restrictive bondage, or humiliating positions. When we were home, she spent time as my pet. I played with her, using the aforementioned bondage with physical punishments added in. At work she spent her time as my personal security, but I found the time to play with her in my office. She spent considerable time in restraints. My assistant Ann was fond of having her under her desk servicing her from time to time. Skydiving became a favorite hobby of Julie, and she loved the adrenaline rush she received from it.
Julie also used our missions as a release. The primary duties of a black widow put her in extremely dangerous circumstances. She fed off of that. She often told me she grew restless between missions, needing the adrenaline fix a mission gave her. It was her desire for danger that almost tore her and Penny's relationship apart. Their relationship was back on solid ground, and that was mainly due to me reigning in and keeping Julie contained.
Penny needed less attention than Beth and Julie, but still enough to warrant being physically near her. Like her mother, Susan, Penny enjoyed someone else in charge. She wanted me to take the stress away from her at home and allow her to just exist. She ran Santana's medical division. The department researched and manufactured medical equipment and devices. Her days comprised ensuring each medical department was running efficiently and approving all projects. She was also our family's personal physician, and after her psychiatry degree, worked with her mother in that regard.
With her responsibilities, she desired to leave everything at work and become my pet alongside Julie when at home. She enjoyed sex, probably more than any of us, but didn't get into the extreme bondage and humiliation that Julie did. She enjoyed some of it, but to a much lesser extent. As a black widow, Penny also took part in missions, but didn't thrive off the danger or adrenaline. She admitted she could leave the black widow part of her life behind and never look back, but didn't want to leave Julie alone, as they often worked as a team. I'm sure a lot of it had to do with wanting to monitor Julie during missions. Penny was convinced that if we left Julie to do her own devices, she would end up dead by putting herself into more and more dangerous circumstances.
Next was Isabella. She was the most independent of the women. She desired my attention, but it wasn't necessary to have it constantly. She was my right hand, someone I could trust to have my back. She was president of IBJPN, the largest division of Santana and with multiple businesses of its own. She delegated much of the work, but kept her hands in all the operations. This allowed her to take care of me while I took care of the other women. That's not to say I didn't take care of Isabella. I made sure she had everything she needed and all the attention she desired. As my wife, the only woman I was legally married to, it was just her nature to serve her husband. At that, she was outstanding.
Stephanie was the last woman to join our family, and the youngest. From me, she wanted total control. In that, she was like Beth. The difference was, Beth needed it; Stephanie just wanted it. Together, they acted like my servants. They were the closest to slaves as any of the women. Stephanie worked on overseeing our government contracts and acting as the liaison to the FBI. It was her job as my father's secretary at the FBI that gave her insight and allowed her to swim in those waters easier than any of us could.
That was at work. At home, Stephanie couldn't do anything without permission, and awaited whatever I desired from her. I had Stephanie and Beth wear maid uniforms to remind them of their position in the house. There wasn't a strict hierarchy among the women, but if there was, Beth and Stephanie were at the bottom. They both wanted me to run their lives. I ensured that happened, and in addition, they also served the other women if anyone else needed something.
To say I was a taken care of would be a vast understatement. On the flip side, however, my time was taken up by the needs of five women. I knew I didn't have the luxury of doing anything without first weighing the effect it would have on everyone else. When I traveled, it was often with all the women. Stephanie and Isabella could stay behind if needed, but I was never without Beth, Julie, and Penny. If I planned on operating a human trafficking business on the West Coast, the women would need to come with me.
That is exactly what we did. Santana had a few smaller offices on the West coast. I bought a large office building close to the mansion and expanded our operations. IBJPN also opened a West coast division, expanding our pain and medical marijuana clinics. I assigned a president to each coast, with Isabella acting as the CEO of IBJPN. I also appointed new presidents to Santana, one on each coast like IBJPN. I split their responsibilities and set up William as CEO. That left me without an official position in the company. I was still the owner and chief shareholder, however. I also remained head of the board, but otherwise stepped back from operations. I still monitored everything and tracked all financials with Beth's help.
I moved my family to California, while William, Alex, Brian, Amanda, Megan, and Nicole remained on the East Coast in New York. We left our New York house in the hands of staff for upkeep, and we lived there when business took us back to New York. I also purchased two new planes. Isabella and Stephanie would need fast travel between the coasts for their jobs, so each had a plane at their disposal. I still had my own larger plane that we used when we all traveled together. Having them travel via commercial airlines was out of the question because of security. Someone tried to first abduct Julie, then smuggle Beth out of the country. I was sure we hadn't heard the last of whoever that was.
We had one more surprise family member. Katina, the young girl that Julie rescued on a mission to Eastern Europe years back, moved in with us shortly before the move. We ensured Katina had everything she needed. The best schools, tutors, even professional dance instructors. She turned into a prodigy at ballet and was becoming known. It turned out her mother was a famous ballet dancer before the civil war hit her country. We found out this from her aunt and uncle, who became her guardian after we brought her back to the U.S.
Unfortunately, the lavish lifestyle we afforded them brought out some old vices, namely drugs and gambling. They lost more money in those two activities than we provided them. Katina didn't suffer from their behavior because Julie kept close tabs on her, spending as much time as she could and paying for most of Katina's expenses. Their situation became untenable when their bookies and loan sharks started threatening to hurt them. One person they owed hundreds of thousands of dollars to put Katina's uncle in the hospital.
