*All character engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned.
*This is a long story intended to span many chapters, please go back and read the previous chapters or else this won't make a lot of sense. If you are looking for a quick fix this probably won't be for you. This story gets violent and reads like a jumbled mess that is my mind. I hope it's at least entertaining.
*Once again, thanks to Alwaysready64,
HellCat_Sundry and
Kuhpa01 for their help editing and beta reading this.
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I finally got a hold of Isabella a couple of months ago.
Most of her messages were short and terse, the tone was overly polite. I asked her questions; she dodged most of them and kept up a front. She wanted to meet me is all I could really get out of her. Apparently, she changed her name to Isabella Rossellini (after the actress) Bergman shedding her first name of Natalie.
Her emails didn't say much but she hinted that we should meet up in San Francisco. I didn't trust the email but I agreed to meet her sometime in March. I would tell her where and when - when the time was right.
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It had been more than six months since we moved to this cabin. I was a paranoid mess. Since we moved I taught the girls martial arts, survivalist training, tactics and most importantly how to shoot a gun. We came up with escape plans and had drills done daily for months, after a while they seemed to be able to do it with their eyes closed. They became very efficient at it and we stocked an arsenal of assault rifles, sniper rifles, handguns and a few shotguns. We were ready for war and were not going down without a fight.
Not only did I have an armory that rivaled most militias' but I also built panic rooms into the cabin. I put in state of the art surveillance cameras, motion detectors, and night scopes to guard the perimeter. I set up natural obstacles such are thick brush mud pits to slow anyone coming toward the cabin uninvited. I installed remote triggered traps that would become active when needed, including hidden claymores and pointed them at natural cover positions such as fallen logs etc. I had a few drones that were ready in case of emergency, as well as sniper slots built into the sides of the house in case of an incursion. And to top it off, there were hidden minigun turrets built into each side of the house.
The cabin was reinforced with steel plating in the doorways, the sides of the house were made of thick logs and I had the insides coated in Linex to slow down breaches by grenades etc. The windows were bullet resistant and had steel plated shudders that would drop down in case of an incursion. The panic rooms had a tunnel installed that led to a bunker 100 yards away. The tunnel had a steel tube that was hidden that bore through the house through the storage room and into a reinforced concrete tunnel leading to the bunker.
I had workers hired in secret; they were blindfolded and pulled in from all across the country. Most were illegal Mexican workers hired through the black market and shipped to a meeting place where I took possession of them. They weren't slaves but in order to protect the secret nature of what they were doing they were treated like prisoners. They were locked up each night and constantly monitored during the day. They were all well paid and agreed to the harsh treatment so in the end my conscience was clear despite my Bond villainesque behavior.
Tracy, Robin and my mother were going stir crazy. In order to keep them happy, I gave them something to do other than learn to survive. I found a small market in town that was going out of business. I contacted the owner to discuss buying the business from her. Lisa, the owner, decided to meet up at her main business just outside of town.
I walked into a beautiful bed and breakfast called Cozy Mel's that Lisa owned right outside of town. It was probably only ten miles away from us but the roads there were so windy that it took nearly a half hour getting there. Cozy Mel's had the typical all wood rustic look of places in the woods. It was two stories and had five bedrooms on the second floor that were rented out to guests. As soon as you walked in the door, there was a walk around fireplace that led to a dining area off to the right and a check-in counter off to the left. The restaurant had a typical diner's menu with steaks, burgers and a lot of meals with gravy in them.
I walked over to the counter and was greeted by a beautiful buxom blonde. She was maybe in her fifties judging by some of her laugh lines but she was fit and could easily pass for a woman ten years younger.
"Hi, I'm here to see Lisa. Could you tell her I am here," I said, cordially.
"I'm Lisa! You must be John!" she greeted with a lot of enthusiasm.
I mainly corresponded with Lisa via email and I expected her to be much older.
"You're Lisa?" I asked incredulously.
"Something wrong?" she said with a grin.
"Wrong? No, I was just expecting you to be much older and... I definitely wasn't expecting you to be... err... young and attractive," I quickly recovered.
Lisa blushed a little bit and retorted, "You're not so bad yourself, handsome," she winked. "Let's take a seat over here," she said leading me into the dining room at one of the back booths.
As I walked past one of the diners, I felt a darkness hanging over him. I looked over and saw a large lumberjack looking man seated and obviously drunk. Other than his threatening demeanor and drunkenness, I did not know what was raising the red flags about him so I looked into his mind and simultaneously looked at his history all the while carrying on a conversation with Lisa.
Lisa sat down and I noticed a quick look between her and the waitress where the waitress quickly went to serve the dark lumberjack.
"So... you're interested in my store...," she began, looking back and forth between me and the lumberjack whom I learned was named Mike. "I won't just sell it to anyone, you know. Just because I'm going out of business doesn't mean business isn't good. I've never had children and my store is my baby."
From her tone I could tell there was more to it, so I split my mind's attentions even further and read her conscious mind, read Mike's history and continued with the conversation.
"I will take good care of your baby..." I started.
"How?" she interrupted. "You're just a kid, how could you?"
I saw in her mind that she already had another offer for her business.
"Maybe, I AM a kid... but does age define you?" I defended. "I may be young, but I am wiser than my years. I am a certifiable genius," I joked.
"Certifiable?"
"Yeah, sorry my girlfriends say my humor is not my best asset."
"Girlfriends? Just how many girlfriends do you have exactly?" she smirked.
"Currently... three living with me," I lied, making my mother out as a girlfriend. "Two in another state."
She started laughing, until she saw my serious face, "Oh, you're serious. You want me to sell my business to you? What are you - a cult leader? Hmm, won't you be too busy running your harem to run my store?"
"I suppose you can call me a harem leader... believe me that was never my intention. Anyway, I'm not a cult leader. What does my sex life have to do with anything?"
"Ha, ha, you're cute... Listen I don't think this will work out."
I was really disappointed and frustrated and let slip, "I see... you had no intention of selling to me, did you? After all, you have another buyer."
I could see on her face that she was shocked I knew that she had another buyer but she did her best to keep her composure.
Before she could respond I quickly interjected, "What if I could give you anything you want?" I said, hoping she would start thinking of what she wanted. She had a face of surprise and contemplation and I read what she was thinking.
"There is nothing that you could possibly give me," she thought.
"Everyone has something they want. If I was a genie and could blink and give you, your heart's desire what would it be?" I added, trying to keep her thinking about her wants and desires.
"Look, son, I don't know what you are trying to pull but you're no genie and I don't have time for this," she said.
"If you were a genie, I'd ask you to get me pregnant... but I'm too old," she thought.
"I could do that for you..."
"What? Do what for me?"
A clambering chaos erupted out of Mike and the waitress, as the waitress in distress, started wailing and crying for help. I looked and saw Mike had a hold on the waitress's wrist and looked to be upset about something. Lisa jumped out of her seat and ran to help the waitress, (whose name I noticed was Amy on her nametag).
"Let go of her, now!" Lisa commanded, as I came to her defense. "Please, keep away from him," she pleaded, giving me a dark look.
Lisa got between Mike and Amy. Amy rushed away.
"Tha- that bitch wouldn't get me my drink," Mike justified, angrily getting up.
Lisa, just stood her ground showing no fear. I am sure this worked most days, but I saw in his mind that he gave up - he didn't give a fuck anymore. I rushed to her side as he took a swing at her. I blocked his fist with my shoulder then grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
He kicked and punched me, but despite the pain I remained as stone and held him aloft. I gripped his throat firmly but let him breathe.
"MIKE!" I yelled out loud and in his mind.
Even in his drunken state, he heard me and took notice.
"I know you think it's your fault, Mike... Your wife and child... Julie and Samantha," I said, he looked at me shocked. "They died Mike! And yes, it was your fault!"
He went slack as I set him on his feet.
"Sit down, Mike!" I ordered, and he defeatedly sat as ordered.
"Julie told you to clean that chimney for months and you just kept putting it off, didn't you?"
He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, the shock of truth bringing him out of his stupor.
