Chapter 42 - The Matriarch
Thursday - April 10, 2008
Anchorage, Alaska - 7:00 am
Cindy opened the door to the palatial log mansion and watched in stunned silence as Randal and Donald both stomped into the foyer ahead of three figures dressed all in black.
The first black figure was obviously a woman because she was much smaller than the two men accompanying her. Cindy could tell she had raven black hair but that was all, everything else was hidden beneath a long fur-lined black cloak with a drawn hood hiding her face.
The men were another story all together. Both were tall, most likely six feet three inches in height, and Asian-Indian in heritage. Both wore sunglasses, had tight military style haircuts, were clean shaven, and wore black suits with white shirts and black ties. They looked like Secret Service agents, and lastly both had bulges in their suit coats announcing that they were armed.
Leon came around a corner, exuding arrogance and grinned evilly as he asked, "What's all this? Have you brought new clients all the way out here to share in my sabbatical?"
"Shut up you idiot," Randal growled as he marched up to Leon and slapped him across the face.
She wished she had a camera because the stunned look on Leon's face was priceless.
"You fool! What have you done to Charlene," Donald growled as he grabbed Leon by the lapels of his suit coat and shoved him to the ground, "I swear to God, if you have done any lasting harm to her I will kill you!"
"What the fuck," Leon hollered as she fought Donald off and jumped up looking shaken and disheveled, "What the fuck is wrong with you two? She's a fucking whore! Get over it! By contract I can do what I want with her when she is with me!"
"No! You fucking ass hat," Randal screamed at Leon, "You can't do what you want! She is ours as well, and the babies she is pregnant with too! It's S&M 101 you fucking moron; You do not betray her trust in you that you will not take things too far and harm her or the babies!"
"God! You never fucking learn," Donald sneered as he stomped off to find Charlene.
"Where is she," The cloaked woman asked in a quiet voice.
"Who is this bitch," Leon sneered derisively, pointing at the cloaked guest.
The two security men unbuttoned their coats and Leon's complexion paled as he shut up as the lady's cloaked hood turned toward her and asked again, "Where is she?"
Cindy suddenly shivered as a chill crawled up and down her spine. This lady, whomever she was, was used to getting what she wanted. This lady was dark and powerful, and Cindy felt fear. A fear for her life if she did answer this woman quickly and honestly.
"Right this way, my Lady," Cindy answered and led the Lady to her and Jordan's apartment. When they were standing over the bruised and battered Charlene, Cindy added, "I have her on intravenous fluids and oxygen, that is really all I am equipped here to provide her."
"You're the one that gave her the prenatal exam," The Lady asked.
"Yes Madam."
"And you found she was carrying twins?"
"Yes Madam, at least twins."
"Why didn't you stop this?"
"Madam, I can see now that I should have, but I did what I felt I could at the time. I gave her a safe word. She could have used it at any time, but she is strong willed..."
"Yes, yes she is," The cloaked Lady chuckled as if she knew Charlene very intimately, then asked more seriously, "Did you participate, did you have anything to do with this?"
Cindy gulped in fear, her whole body shaking, hearing death in the other woman's quiet voice if her answer was wrong, "Yes Madam, both Jordan and I participated. It is part of the fringe benefits of this hellish job, but nothing we did was harmful to her, and she was in good health when we were sent on an errand by Leon."
"So it comes back around to him," The Lady growled and turned to her guards, "Take Leon to the torture room. Find the recording. There are always recordings, and prepare him for me..."
The security agents grabbed Leon and dragged him out of the apartment as he screamed 'No' and begged and threatened in turn.
"What are you going to do to him," Randal asked the Lady humbly. It was the first time Cindy had ever heard him sound deferential to anyone.
"If I were you Mr. Gorden, I would be concerned for myself and leave deviants like Mr. Dole to me," The Lady responded in a cool quiet voice, "Understand this, I know that this is your house Mr. Gorden and the toys you have downstairs are yours as well, and the torment that child has put not only Charlene through but countless other young girls sits squarely on your shoulders because you knew and did nothing..."
Randal face paled by the word, and by the end Cindy was worried he might actually faint.
"Madam, I assure you, we did everything we thought prudent. That is the whole reason why Cindy and Jordan are here, to keep Leon rained in," Donald confessed, "I get regular reports, but this, this is new! We had no idea he had descended this far..."
"If you had regular reports then you should have known," The Lady retorted firmly as a small taupe brown hand suddenly appeared from under the cloak and caressed Charlene's cheek. Tilting her head towards Cindy, she asked, "Can she be moved?"
"Yes Madam," She answered breathlessly, then added, "As a matter of fact, I advise it and that she be taken to a premier hospital as soon as possible."
"Yes, and so she shall," The Lady agreed, "You will come with us as well, from now on you will be her personal health care advocate."