Assassins MC Pt. 20

Beth was fair but demanding to the Santana employees. She strove for perfection from them, but would teach them when they made mistakes instead of berating them. I often walked around the company, getting to know as many employees as I could. I made it a point to learn as much about them and their families as I did about our businesses. This gave the company an almost family atmosphere where everyone cared about each other.

I didn't limit myself to Santana. Julie and I would visit each division at least once every week. All the employees knew us by name, and I spent more time talking with the workers than I did going over business at each site. Nicole was always happy to see me when I visited, and I kept it professional. She only wanted to me to control her at home, and I respected her wishes.

I spent considerable time at IBJPN, working with Isabella. Often I would find her in her office with Penny. Occasionally she would have Penny servicing her, or kneeling by her feet. Mostly she treated Penny like an employee and had her overseeing the security at IBJPN similar to what Julie did for me at Santana. I also visited Susan and she would give me a briefing of what they were doing, and I let her run Santana Security as she saw fit. I just had her give me an overview of each day.

It took a little time for Roger to grow accustomed to me being his boss. At first he would attempt to get his way, trying to strong-arm me. After working with him for a few months, he saw I knew far more about business than he did, and he relaxed. He enjoyed working there, and as the president, he was the first to play with all the new guns and equipment we developed and built. All new prototypes would go through him to me, and together we would decide which ones to develop. I had the final say, but Roger had a keen sense of what would sell, and I often deferred to him.

Susan took well to leaving the club. She was no longer subservient to Roger, and it surprised me he didn't mind. Thinking about it, it shouldn't have. Susan became more assertive in their relationship, and Roger let her take the lead. He was always more hands off than most of the other guardians I knew. Roger was happy working on his motorcycle, running the business, and playing with the guns. He didn't want to be bothered with controlling Susan or running a house. Susan and Roger often came over to our place, and when we were together, we mostly sat and drank whiskey. We would talk about work, motorcycles, which we both still rode, and recalling stories from our time with the club.

It was during one of these visits that I received a phone call from a frantic Maria. She told me that Miguel was back, and that he shot Thomas. Maria was at their house with Thomas and awaiting the paramedics. I asked Roger if he would take Susan and Julie to ensure Maria was safe. All three were out the door in less than five minutes. I told Isabella what happened and told her to head to the hospital to be with her father. She refused, telling me her place was with me until the situation was in hand.

We didn't know what Miguel had planned, but I had an idea; he was most likely headed to us. Our house was now close to being a fortress, with walls around the property, and cameras covering every square inch. Instead of closing our gate to keep him out, I opened it. I figured if he was that motivated to hurt his father, a gate wouldn't stop him. At least this way, I would know the direction he approached from. He didn't have a strategic mind, and I knew if the gate was open, he would drive right in.

Thirty minutes later, he proved me correct. He drove his car right in the gate and parked in front of the house. He was in one of his father's expensive cars, and he stepped out with two men. The two men split up and walked around each side of the house, with Miguel walking up to my front door and ringing the bell. He must not know Maria called us. I told Penny to head out and take care of the two men while we handled Miguel. Penny took off to the back of the house, disappearing through the kitchen.

I told Isabella to stay out of sight, as I didn't want to irritate Miguel before I knew what his plan was. I just hoped I didn't misjudge him and get shot when I opened the door. Beth and Nicole were behind me when I did, and Miguel just said hi. I asked him what he wanted and he told me he felt bad about the way he acted and came by to apologize.

He must not have seen my cameras and probably assumed we didn't know his men were approaching the back of our house. He was an idiot. I told him to come in and we sat down in the living room. I asked Beth and Nicole to grab me something from my office as I didn't want them there if he became violent. I noticed Isabella look around the corner behind Miguel, and a moment later Penny joined her. She had dispatched the men and came back to watch Miguel.

Miguel spoke up, "Rich, like I said, I'm sorry. I was way out of line and I just want to put everything behind us. Is my sister here? I want to apologize to her as well for putting my family through what I did."

He wanted Isabella. I was sure he wanted to do the same to her as he did with his father, and Maria was lucky that she wasn't home when Miguel was there. I was correct to keep Isabella out of sight. I told Miguel she wasn't home, but would be back in an hour.

Miguel continued to talk, telling me about his time with his cousins in South America. I just sat there and listened. He started talking about his father folding the Mayans and informed me he knew Penny and Julie spent considerable time with Thomas. Someone also told him about Maria and Isabella's relationship, and Maria spending time with us. As he talked, he became irritable, growing more upset. He was becoming unstable. He was trying to remain calm, no doubt waiting for his men, but he couldn't control himself.

His temper got the better of him. He stood up and pulled out his gun. Penny was behind him and immediately rushed him. She caught him off guard, throwing herself onto his back, and when she did, his gun went off. Luckily, his shot missed me to the left and put a hole in my living room wall. I was lucky.

His gun flew out of his hand and across the room when Penny collided with him. She took him down, then pulled him up to his knees by his hair, just as Julie did. She had a knife out and held it to his neck. He immediately started taunting me, saying, "What are you going to do Rich, you can't kill me. My father wouldn't forgive you. That's ok, you're all about to die."

He was talking about his guys, and I replied, "Oh, you mean your two men? Yeah, they won't be coming. Penny took them out before coming back and wrapping your sorry ass up."

He looked nervous for a moment, but quickly regained his arrogant posture, and said, "It doesn't matter. You'll still let me go."

He started taunting Penny, telling her he wished he had killed her. He told her she was a worthless slut, and that she was a lousy fuck. He was doing everything he could to get a rise out of her. I wouldn't blame her if she finished him right there, but to her credit she remained calm, not saying a word. When I asked her later why she said nothing, she told me it wouldn't have made a difference. Miguel was trying to upset her, and Penny admitted being furious. However, she refused to let Miguel see any of her rage. By not saying anything, she told me, Miguel would know he didn't get to her, and that he had no power. She was wise, and I don't know if I would have held back if I were in her shoes.

Isabella had heard enough. She walked out and stood in front of her brother. She addressed him, "Miguel, we know you shot father before coming here. I also know you are here to kill me."

He denied it, but Isabella told him to shut up, and said, "If father survives, you're correct; he wouldn't forgive Rich. However, he would forgive me."

Isabella pulled her revolver from her thigh holster. Miguel looked up at her and told her, "You won't kill your own brother. We're blood."

Isabella replied, "Miguel, you ceased being my brother when you shot father. I have a family, but you're not part of it. I love you, Miguel. Goodbye."

Her revolver went off, Penny let him go, and Miguel dropped. After pausing for a few moments, Isabella turned around and holstered her weapon, then picked up her phone. She called Maria and told her what just happened. I called our guys to clean up the mess and left Beth, Nicole, and Penny to wait for them. I left with Isabella and drove to the hospital to meet everyone else.

When we arrived, Thomas was in surgery. Maria told me he was in terrible shape and explained to me what happened. She arrived at home to the staff in a panic. Miguel had just left and Thomas was laying in his office, unconscious. She immediately called the paramedics, then called me. When they arrived, it took them ten minutes to stabilize Thomas and leave with Maria in the back of the ambulance with him. Julie, Susan, and Roger drove up as they were loading Thomas in. When the ambulance left and they were about to drive off, more of Miguel's men drove up.

Two men climbed out of the car and it didn't take long for the women to incapacitate them. Susan questioned one of them and learned Miguel planned on getting rid of his family. He wanted to inherit the company after they were out of the picture. I called our guys and told them they had another property to clean up.

I watched Isabella closely. She just dispatched her brother, her father was in surgery, and she never cracked. She was with Maria, comforting her and never leaving her side. I ensured each woman had everything they needed, and three hours later when the doctor came out, I knew immediately Thomas didn't make it. Maria broke down, dropping to her knees, wailing. Isabella held her, but she never cried. Her demeanor was stoic. I asked her if she was ok, and she answered she was. I knew different. Her eyes grew distant, as if she was attempting to keep everything away from her.

We took Maria home with us after she made arrangements for Thomas' body. Maria was a wreck for the rest of the night. Isabella stayed by her side, and all of us took care of both of them. Later that night, after Maria finally fell asleep, I had some time with Isabella. She could barely keep her eyes open. I hugged her and told her I was there for her and I would take care of her. She leaned in and finally broke down. She started crying and didn't stop for over thirty minutes. The rest of the women came in and joined the hug. Isabella and I were in the middle with the four women surrounding us, and we all sat there on the bed until Isabella calmed down.

I took Bella in the bathroom and cleaned her up, then carried her back to bed. When I laid her down, she immediately fell asleep. Penny and Julie joined us and we all slept together. During the night, I checked on Maria a few times. I found her crying once and sat with her until she calmed down and fell back to sleep. After that I sat in the recliner in her room for the rest of the night so she had someone there with her, and Isabella had the other women for support.

We held Thomas' funeral four days later, attended by over three hundred people. Maria inherited all of his assets, but she didn't want to run the business. She sold it to me and Isabella along with the house. Maria told us she didn't want to live there; it reminded her too much of Thomas. She moved into a house not far away and continued to visit us often, with Isabella continuing their relationship until Maria remarried a few years later. After that Maria and Bella were just best friends without the fringe benefits, and Maria still visited us with her husband.

The police had questions about Thomas' death, and Maria told them it was her son Miguel that shot him. Her staff confirmed the story. She didn't tell them Miguel was dead, and the police tried to track him down. Eventually the case grew cold, and they assumed Miguel had fled back to South America.

We kept the name Mayan Enterprises to honor Thomas and put it under IBJPN so Isabella could manage it. We all moved into the mansion and set ourselves up. It was strange to be there and not see Thomas, and it took us a while to get used to that. I kept his art for years, not wanting to move much to honor him, and Isabella appreciated it.

I had a plan for our bedroom since we had four people sharing it. The mansion had more rooms than we could ever use with just six of us. I did some renovations and combined five rooms on the upper floor and made it into a master bedroom suite. I surrounded the main bedroom that contained our oversized bed with five smaller rooms. There were no doors or partitions separating the areas, each opening up to the center room. The side rooms comprised a sitting area and a large closet. Each of us decorated our own room, with mine having a TV and desk. The women set theirs up similarly, but included personal touches in each.

I set up our fun room downstairs, increasing its size, and included more equipment. Our gym also grew in size to the point it resembled a professional gym. I claimed Thomas' office downstairs, making minor changes, but leaving it mostly as it was. Each woman had an office in the house with direct connections to their work. This allowed them to work from home if they needed or just wanted to work after hours. Once the renovations were finished, life went on.

One day Beth was late for her morning briefing with me. I walked out of my office to head toward Beth, but when I opened the door, I saw Beth standing, facing the corner next to Ann's desk.

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded.

Ann looked up, not looking the least bit worried. Ann had settled in as my assistant, and she took right to her job. She became an extension of me at work and when I traveled. I could suddenly be two places at once. I would send her to another department to retrieve something, then send her to another with instructions to fix a problem.

Ann explained, "Beth came here a few minutes late, and when I told her you were on the phone and had to sit out here, she gave me attitude. She told me I didn't have the authority to tell her to wait, but as your assistant, I do. I explained to her I speak for you, and if I'm telling her something, she can assume it's coming from you. I took you allowing me to treat Julie as I did, spanking her, that I had the authority to keep your women in line for you at work as well."

This entire time Beth never turned around, but kept facing the corner. There was little chance, thankfully, that anyone would walk up and see her. My outer office had a large door that was kept locked, and Ann would have to buzz in anyone that wanted entry. We had cameras set up and an intercom so Ann could see who wanted entrance.

I told Beth and Ann I wanted to speak with them both in my office. When we were all seated, I asked Beth why she listened to Ann and stood in the corner. Beth answered, "Because she's your assistant, and she's correct, she speaks for you. I didn't have a choice."

"So, if Ann told you to stand in the corner again, would you?" I asked.

"Yes, I would." Replied Beth immediately.

I asked her a hypothetical question, "If an employee came into your office and told you to do the same, would you listen to that person?"

"Hell no." Beth replied, "I would fire them on the spot."

"So, why listen to Ann. She's just an employee." I asked.

"Because she speaks you, and I'm submissive to you, so I did what she told me." Beth replied.

"Let me get this straight, if I get a mail clerk and send him to your office to punish you, you would submit?" I asked.

"If I knew you sent him, yes." answered Beth.

I asked her if she would like it, and she replied she wouldn't. It would humiliate and embarrass her, she would hate it, but she admitted it would be exciting. She told me she would have to come up and fuck me right away, and may have to after our conversation because the thought of it was turning her on. Her submission was reaching new depths.

I questioned Beth further, "Do you want Ann to tell you what to do?"

"No, it's humiliating, but I have to since she's your assistant." Beth replied, "I never thought of it before, but that gives her authority over me. She speaks for you at work, and it's my place to serve you anywhere we are."

I asked her if that extended to anyone Isabella sent over, and she said it did not. She told me she is submissive to Isabella because Bella is my wife. She holds the same position at home that Ann holds at work. This is how Beth had it all arranged in her head. She was viewing Ann as my work wife. Beth was a natural submissive, and before this her submission extended to anyone strong enough to take it: my father, Roger, Ben, Todd, and John. I was just another person who demanded that submission in a long line of men. Since bringing her closer and making her serve me, her entire focus was now on me, and her submission came along with it. I was now the center of her submission.

Never again would Beth be submissive to another person unless it was at my order, or someone connected to me. Our relationship turned a corner; without me knowing, she dedicated herself fully to me. I asked her if she would do anything I told her, and she stopped me.

"Rich, if you try to hurt me, or endanger me, I'll refuse and kick your ass." She explained, "I'm not doing this because I'm weak, but because I desire it and want your attention. Just because I let you use me, and I suspect you'll let others use me, doesn't mean I won't stand up for myself. I enjoy it because I'm doing it for you, it gives me pleasure knowing you want it, and I like it. However, mistreat me and I'll tie you to the wall and whip your ass myself. I spanked you when you were a kid and I can do it again."

This elicited laughter from Ann, making Beth laugh as well. It made me feel better knowing Beth would stand up for herself, something I worried about as her submission grew. From that day Beth answered to Ann at work much as she answered to Bella at home. Ann would punish Beth as needed, spanking her occasionally. She used Beth for sex, but it wasn't a daily occurrence. Beth admitted to me it humiliated her whenever Ann told her to do something, but it made her hot. Beth would always answer her with 'yes ma'am', and 'no ma'am' when they were alone, showing her respect.

Once we settled into a routine, work continued. I put a few people at Santana on a pet project to research Annie, the woman I ran into at our training center that left a lasting impact on me. Ann becoming my assistant made me think of Annie more lately, their names being similar. After a few weeks, they dug up old records that showed the club sold Annie to a wholesaler out west who shipped her overseas. The place that they sent her often bought women from the U.S. to use as nannies and housekeepers. In these countries indentured servitude, a cleaner name for slavery, is not legal. However, the authorities cast a blind eye to it. Wealthy locals can mistreat their foreign workers and no one cares. Many foreign women die each year and are forced to live in abusive households.

It had been years, but if Annie was sold for such a job, she may still be alive. Roger was the one with the contacts in these areas, so I had him introduce me around to the power-players in the sex trade industry. These men did millions of dollars in trades each month and moved hundreds of women. We convinced them we were still in the game after taking a break until the heat died down from the FBI raids. I explained it wasn't the Assassins any longer, but myself that would oversee any purchases. With the slavers' help, we eventually tracked down Annie's buyer and set up a meeting to discuss her.

I sat in a cafe in southern Asia with Julie, Ann, Isabella, and a translator. The place was busy with only a few empty tables. After drinking our coffee for thirty minutes, a man approached us of south-Asian descent, along with his two bodyguards. He introduced himself and sat down. The man was about 5'7, immaculately dressed in a blue suit and tie. His bodyguards also wore suits, although cheaper, and carried guns under their suit jackets. Carrying one myself, I learned to spot them. Unfortunately, I could not carry a weapon in that country. We recently opened a factory there, and I was a minor celebrity for bringing in hundreds of local jobs, so I was hoping for some goodwill from this man.