I pulled up to the front of the warehouse and turned off my car before pausing for a moment to settle myself.
I slid my 6' 3" body from the car and closed the door knowing I was ready for what laid in front of me. The wind kicked up and I ran my right hand through my black hair putting it back in place.
As I entered the building I pulled a ski mask from my pocket and donned it. With that step completed, I stepped through to the next room.
This room smelled of sweat and sex and it was obvious where that smell came from.
In the middle of this room was a lady, well not a lady, by the name of Sasha Ellis. If she were standing before you she would have had your full attention. She was a blonde-haired green-eyed stunner that stood just under 6 feet tall and weighed a slim 121 lbs. with 31-25-35 measurements and A-cup breasts.
She was not standing though. Here she was held on her hands and knees by bars and straps. Her breasts hung down and she was limp in her bonds. It had only been 48 hours ago that she had been free, but choices in life sometimes take us places we didn't plan.
I circled her trying to estimate the fight left in her. Most likely it was gone, but with a tiger-like this you never know. I checked her IV and found it still contained some of the liquid concoction the was providing her with the needed nutrients to stay alive. Next, I checked the Hitachi vibrator that was held in place on her pussy and saw it was working away as her pussy coated it in juice.
Sasha was oblivious to the outside world because of the blindfold and white noise earphones she was wearing so the first indication that anyone was in the room with her was when I ran my hand up her wet inner thigh.
This realization caused Sasha to start babbling. Most of the words were unintelligible but a name stood out: Rose Lenoir.
I was stunned and enraged all at the same time.
I turned the vibrator off, tore the headphones and blindfold off Sasha's head. Before crouching down face to face with her as I removed my mask. As my face came into view Sasha's eyes bulged with fear as she looked into my eyes and realized I was the son of the man she had killed.
I paused as he thought back to how I had arrived at this point.
I had been born into a life of privilege but had also been gifted with the mind of a genius. My father, John, had created the family wealth running a holdings company. My mother had been the light of John's life but had fallen ill and passed away when I was only 5 years old. John had been so heartbroken that he banished me to one boarding school after another.
Now mind you I was not moving from one school to another because of behavioral issue. No, for me it was about nothing more to learn. I would go to one school that specialized in math and in a year or two I was teaching the teachers. So, my father would move me on to one that specialized in something else. By the time I graduated college at the age of 20 I was knowledgeable in a wide range of topics.
My learning had not been limited to books though. I had also mastered serval forms of hand to hand combat along with various types of firearms. In short, I was a modern renaissance warrior.
It was the sum of my mind, body, and money that allowed me to be very successful with women. It also didn't hurt that in addition to all of the above I was well endowed below belt.
It was around this time that my father John began seeing a much younger woman named Ruby Lenoir. I was very suspicious of Ruby and brought it up with my father who dismissed it. He and I fought over this and in the end, he cut me out of his will. Though he did give a multi-million dollar gift to make sure I was taken care of.
And so I did. Using the money to seed my consulting firm. It was successful from the moment the doors opened. With my vast rounded knowledge, it seemed like there was no problem I couldn't solve.
Over this next 5 years, John and I patched things up. I even began to soften my dislike for Ruby. I still thought she was a gold digger that was too young for him, but I had to admit that she always treated him well. What happened next though caught not only him but the world by surprise.
My father was found dead in his study at the age of 45 from an apparent drug overdose. The world did it's normal well that's rich people thing, but I was having none of it and went to visit Ruby to ask for an investigation.
I rang the doorbell and waited. Even after 5 years, it felt strange to have to ask to enter this house.
The door swung open and I was greeted by the smiling yet sad face of Victor, the house butler, and my friend.
"So good to see you, Mr. Damian."
I stepped in and hugged him, "Good to see you also Victor."
For a moment we hugged, but that was broken up by the entrance of Ruby.
Ruby Lenoir was a gorgeous woman that now stood to inherit the full sum of my fathers' estate. Something that Dad had been in the process of changing.
Ruby was about 5' 8" with blue eyes and long black wavy hair that hung down to her shoulder blades. I guessed her to weight around 120 to 130 lbs with B cup tits and what I thought of as a bottom hourglass figure with a thin, but not tiny waist. She was only 2 years older than me and that was one of the reasons I had always struggled either being with my Dad.
Don't get wrong I thought he deserved to be happy and there was nothing wrong with dating younger women. Ruby though was a knockout that I would have been all over had she not been with dad. To be honest I would have to say jealousy was a bit of my issue with her and Dad.
"Damian!" Her shaky voice filled the room as she moved closer and hugged me. I grudgingly returned the gesture as she wept on my shoulder.
I gave her time to compose herself before stepping back a little.
"Ruby, I know this is a bad time, but I need to ask a favor of you."
She dabbed at her eyes.
"What?"
I took a breath.
"I don't believe the police report and want you to ask for an independent investigator from the state."
She began to weep harder.
"I wish it was possible, but there was some kind of mixup at the morgue and after they did the autopsy they had John...cremated!"
Her voice broke at the end as her sobs overtook her again.
I had always distrusted Ruby and now I wondered at the back of my mind if she was covering something up.
I narrowed my eyes.
"They only do that at the request of the spouse."
The accusation hung in the air as she stared at me in disbelief.
"How dare you!"
Her voice was loud.
"Get out!"
She pointed toward the door and I figured it was probably for the best.
As I headed back home I vowed to find out the truth myself.
Over the next couple of weeks, I spent all my time working on finding just that. My firm was on retainer for the government and as such, I had access to some databases that were not available to the ordinary public.
It was in one of these databases that I began to put together some pieces.
Through a search of cell phone tower records, I found another ID that kept popping up in the same location as my fathers. Following this rabbit hole, I eventually came up with a name: Sasha Ellis. Further investigation showed that Sasha appeared to be a killer for hire.
I began to peel back the layers of Sasha's life and in time had discovered where she lived and that, as most killers most likely were, she was a loner. The thing was that even though she had been the one to kill my father I found I held no grudge against her. What I wanted to know was who hired her. That was the person I had an ax to grind with.
Falling back on all of my knowledge I began to approach this like one of the problems that we were hired to solve. How was I supposed to get a seasoned assassin to tell me the truth?
The easy answer was torture, but most studies showed that under pain people would say anything to make it stop or they would accept there was only so much pain that could be inflicted and all they needed to do was endure. In either case, the result was not what I wanted.
