Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 02

He took the rest of the armaments, and put them on the rear deck of the truck. Then he moved the heavy trunk into position on the inside of the circle. The last thing he did was inflate the mattress, inflatable pillow, linens, and a blanket on top of it, inside the circle. If this was a prison, Alan wanted in. Of course, it would be nice if Susan with him.

It was now time to wake sleeping beauty up. Alan took the handcuffs off the man, and removed his blindfold. The next part would hurt, but he had to pull the Duct Tape off his mouth. He did it swiftly to get the agony over with, quickly

Stephano's eyes opened wide as the pain, jolted his brain awake.

Alan said, "Do not try to move. Let me help you sit up and I will give you some Gatorade to help balance your electrolytes. After that you can assess your situation, and then we will talk about it. Do you understand?"

Stephano nodded his head and said, "Yes, I do."

Alan handed him a large, unopened bottle of Gatorade, and Stephano drank it. As he did, he looked at his feet, felt around his neck and pulled on the chains. He asked, "Are you, William Zabo?"

"No I am not. You can call me Alpha. I am the first one, you will meet. We will all go by letters. Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and so forth. What happens to you in the next few weeks depends totally on your father. We have a lot of experience convincing people to do what we want them to do. We are not sadists, but things that need to be done, get done. If we have to remove an arm, we've remove an arm. It is not done, while you are awake. I am an anesthesiologist that is why I am Alpha. Delta is a doctor, a surgeon who will treat you properly. If we have to operate on you, it will be done in a sterile atmosphere. It will not be done here. Your father will receive that limb to show him that we are not fooling around. There is only one thing he can do to keep you from being mutilated. He must turn state's evidence against the heads of the five families. He must also acknowledge his culpability in the murder of her Laura Garrett. He killed someone that did not deserve to be killed. Why would he kill a woman that did him no harm? It would be like me walking up to your mother, and shooting her in cold blood. I do not know the woman, I have never met her. However, because of a man who did the honorable thing, and informed the other members of a conglomerate that someone was stealing from them; your father ordered the murder of innocent people. If you were in Mister Zabo's shoes, what would you do?"

"I have already told my father that he was wrong. I have told him that it was business, and you never mix business with personal matters. I told him, Mister Zabo is correct."

"You, Stephano, are an honorable man. It is a shame that your father is not, and you must suffer because of it. This is the way things are going to work. You will notice against the wall. There is in M-16 rifle with 10 extra magazines. There is also a knife. If I have to leave you for a protracted period of time to get supplies, those are for your self-protection. Before you think of pointing the weapon at me and saying that you were going to kill me, unless I help you get out of the chains, look at how the chains are assembled. They are bolted together. I would need a ratchet and vise grips to get them off. You will notice that neither of those tools is near-by. If you kill me, you will die of starvation and/or dehydration. In the back of the cave, there are enough foodstuffs, and water for one week. After 5 days, I will leave to get more. I will put the remaining 2 days inside the circle, for you to eat. I must leave after dark, and return after dark. It is a terrifying trip. We are in the middle of nowhere, for a reason. If your father decides to cooperate, many of his former allies will turn against him, and against you. If they find out that I have you here, they will try to find you, and kill you. If they succeed, your father will have two options: testify, or not to testify. We do not want him to have that option. We want him to testify.

There is only one way in to this cave, and only one way out. The truck will offer us some protection; the trunk will offer you more. My life is expendable, yours is not. Wear your vest at all times, while I am not here. Make as little noise as possible. At night keep the lights low, or off, because creatures will wonder what is glowing? Night vision goggles will also pick it up. Sleep during the day, and stay awake during the night. I will be gone for one-night, and for one day. I will not walk in; if you hear steps coming into the cave, prepare to defend yourself. Do not call out, just wait until someone turns that corner, and squeeze the trigger and take him down. Now that I think of it, have you ever used a rifle?"

"No, but I have used the handgun."

"Good, just remember to take the safety off, and there are 30 rounds, and each clip. Are you hungry?"

"I feel like I have not eaten in a week."

"Start with the fresh fruit, because it will decay first. Then there are the MRE's. They will give you the necessary calories, if you do not lose your appetite first. Water and Gatorade is plentiful. The chemical toilet works well, and I will service it every few days."

"There is one more thing, and you may not like it, but it may have to be done. If your father vacillates about helping us put the other members of the five families in jail, we may have to convince him by showing him pictures of you severely beaten, and in the process of being tortured. You have two choices: you can help us by acting the part, or we will do it for real. If you would take my advice, I would go with choice number one. I can show you a clip of choice number 2, if you wish, but it is not pretty, and it is another way of losing your appetite. We also have another way of making you cooperate with us. We understand that you are infatuated with a young woman named Patricia. We can bring her here; and slowly but surely change what she looks like, until no man will ever want to look at her, again. We are sure you do not want this to happen to her."

"It would make you just like my father; you would harm an innocent person, just to make him do what you want."

"No, you are wrong, Stephano. We would be convincing you to take part in making your father do what is needed to bring murderers, drug dealers, racketeers, and slave traders to justice. It will be you that forces us to bring Miss Gallina into this sordid affair. Mister Zabo believes taking her virginity in front of you is all that will be required to bring you to your senses. However, if more is required, a gang rape should surely bring you to your senses. If that doesn't do it, she will know that all the talks you had with her; about love, marriage, and children was just talk. It was a way for you to get into her pants nothing more. She will not care what happens to her, after that. She will not look at another man again for the rest of her life. That will be on your head, and no one else's, Stephano. You think about that, while all the pieces are being put into place."

"Oh, one more thing, your father is home from the hospital. It was not a heart attack. He is fine. All his tests came back within normal range. You Italians have a saying, 'You should live 100 years.' It looks like he is going to; however, are you?"

She sat in his living room, very quietly, waiting for him to appear. She kept her head down, and her hands folded in her lap. To anyone looking at her, she looked upset and frightened. When Don Valentino walked into the room, her eyes were glassy. She stood and walked over to him, and grasped his hands, "Don Valentino, I did not know what to do. There was no one here to help me, so I waited until someone came home. Stephano told me about the man who threatened his life. I am just praying that this is a kidnapping for ransom. I hope I did not do the wrong thing."

"Patricia, you did exactly the right thing. Calling the police would have been a mistake. It would have involved all the wrong people and given this man all the publicity he wanted. The longer I can keep this quiet, the more I can negotiate with Mister Zabo, and get my son home."

"If he was not so hardheaded, he would be safe here at home now. I told him I could walk to the taxi by myself, but he wanted to try for another kiss, and insisted on walking me out to the car. They took him while he was distracted, talking to me. The next time I see him, I am going to hit him so hard, I am going to make sure his brain works properly."

"Patricia, did I hear you say that my son was trying for 'another kiss?'"

She blushed. "Yes, Don Valentino, he used the sympathy card to get the first one from me, and don't tell him, but it was very nice. However, he was trying for another kiss, and I was not prepared to go that far so soon. When I got into the cab, one man put a bag over his head, while two men grabbed his arms. Then they injected him with something, and he stopped fighting instantly."

He asked, "So when they took him away, they had not harmed him, at all."

"No Sir; they did not hurt him, they dragged him to a car about 50 feet in front of your house, pulled him inside, and left."

"What about the taxi driver?"

"When I got out of the taxi, I gave him $50. I told him if he said anything about what he had seen; he would be unemployed, for the rest of his life. He thanked me for the tip, and left."

"Patricia, you have a hidden strength in you many of my men cannot match."

"Thank you, sir, but would you tell my feet to stop shaking."

Don Valentino took her by the shoulder, and said, "Come, let's have some coffee, and see if we can find a way to contact Michael Zabo."

9. Phoenix (Or the only way to fly!)

Michael Zabo could not believe the difference in himself. While he was in Chicago, waiting for his connecting flight to Phoenix, he decided to have his haircut. However, the men's facility was filled to overflowing with executives, both senior and junior, waiting to have their haircut. He walked around, and found a woman's salon that was practically empty. He walked in and asked if they cut men's hair also. The woman said, "Absolutely sir, come right in."

While they were talking, and getting him prepared for his haircut, she said to him, "You have such a wonderful head of hair, sir. It is a shame you went prematurely gray."

He was about to tell her that he was born with white hair, when he thought of another option. He said, "I have been gray for so long, I wonder if a color would take?"

She asked him how much time he had before his next flight.

He said, "Two and one half hours."

She told him that she could put a double process in and guaranteed him that he would be very satisfied with his new color.

He told her to begin, and she began showing him all the colors he had a choice of.

He finally told her to stop. He asked her to have the staff look at the hair colors, and decide how they would blend, with his pale coloring.

They took this task very seriously and after 5 minutes, they decided on a sable brown with dark lowlights running through it. He had never heard of such a thing, but he went with their decision, and the process was started.

90 minutes later, he was staring at himself in the mirror. He did not recognize himself, and if he did not, no one else would either. He turned, and thanked the staff profusely. He paid the bill and gave the woman a two hundred dollar tip. He went around the shop, and handed everyone, who had made the decision on the color of his hair, $50 each. No one who came through Chicago's O'Hare Airport had ever been more generous than William Zabo.

As he left the shop, his flight was called and he walked hurriedly towards the gate area. When he arrived, he saw that the coach section of the airplane was again going to be filled. He walked up to the counter, and asked the attendant if there were any seats available in first class. She said there were only two people in first class, and all the other seats were open. However, the additional cost was $1300. William reached into his pocket, pulled out thirteen $100 bills, and handed them to her.

She did not expect this to happen. She said, sir, I have to call a supervisor; I am not allowed to accept cash.

Michael asked her if a credit card would make it easier on her.

She smiled at him and said, "Yes, sir, it would."

He handed her his Black American Express Card. She had heard of these, but had never seen one before. She smiled at him again, and ran it through the credit card machine. She had never seen the machine turn green so fast in her entire career. She handed him his new ticket and his card and escorted him down the Jetway, to the aircraft.

As they were approaching the aircraft, the agent said, "Mister Neeson, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course, ask me anything you want."

"Is it true you can buy a car using one of those cards?"

"Yes, it is true. My new Range Rover is waiting for me in Phoenix. Would you like to come along?"

She blushed from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. "Mister Neeson, if I wasn't engaged, I would be on that airplane with you, in one minute. You are gorgeous, and I love your hair."

"I can give you my cell phone, and you can call off your engagement. I am the very wealthy man, and for as long as you wish to stay with me, I can keep you in a style to which you will love to become wonderfully accustomed."

"Mister Neeson, my parents would kill me, and your offer is so enticing. Please get on the aircraft, before I change my mind."

"Melissa, I will be coming back through Chicago in a month or so; I will see you again, and my offer will still be open."

"Mister Neeson, you are so bad."

"Melissa, if you think I am bad here, you should see me in bed."

Melissa Bainbridge turned and ran up the Jetway, with her panties soaked. She had been seduced by an expert, at the art of seduction.

Now, William Zabo had a problem. He had not done that to a woman in so long, he was in desperate need of relief. He would have to visit a bathroom, and alleviate it himself of this torment, prior to takeoff. When he reached his seat, his flight attendant did not make his problem any easier to deal with. She was stunning. She was nearly 6 feet tall, with shoulder length, Raven colored hair, and olive tinted skin. William knew she was either Italian or Greek, and he wanted her, now. Under any other circumstance he would have her, without any regrets. He had 3 hours flying time to make it happen, and he would have her, one way or another. He started to plan; with his big head, and his little head went down.

Jemma was just that, a gem. She walked elegantly; she served elegantly, and spoke with a New England accent that you could cut with a knife. He cringed, because it ruined everything. The only way he could see getting around it, was to keep his dick buried down her throat, 24 hours a day; and he was not that young anymore. The other option he came up with was to send her to a diction school, like Eliza Doolittle. Maybe Professor Henry Higgins could do something with her. Otherwise, she was doomed to roam the aisles of an aircraft, unless they brought back silent movies.

After the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, the flight attendants were allowed to start doing their rounds of the cabin. There were only three people in first class. An elderly married couple; and William Zabo. Jemma was the only flight attendant in first class. After she served an unpalatable lunch, the elderly couple fell asleep, and William put his plan into action.

He said, "Jemma, do you have any champagne on board?"

"Yes, Mister Neeson, however, I would not recommend it. Most passengers, who have tasted it, have not been satisfied. We have reported it to the company, and they do not seem to care enough to change it."

"Sit down with me, and give me one minute, Jemma."

She sat down, while he picked up the air-phone and slid his American Express card through the slot. He dialed the number he read on the back of the airline magazine. The phone rang, and when it was answered the woman said, "United Airlines Corporate Offices, how may I direct your call?"

"Hello, this is Edward Neeson; I'm the vice president of Condé Nast Traveler. I want to speak to Joseph Jackson. I want to speak to him now, unless he wants to read about my experiences on your airline, on the editorial pages of my magazine, next month."

The operator said, "One moment, Mister Neeson."

"Mister Neeson, this is Joseph Jackson, I do not see you listed on Condé Nast's banner; what are you trying to pull?"

"Is this the Joe Jackson, who graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in 1986 with a 2.45 GPA and nearly failed Psychology and English literature? Is it true, if your father had not been a large contributor to the school, they would have thrown you out on your ass? It appears that you are as dumb as your grades would indicate. Call the Condé Nast home offices, and asked them about me. There was a shakeup last month, and four members of the board of directors were dismissed. I was moved from the head of the finance division, to the Board of Directors and to the vice presidency. Is there anything else you would like to know?"

"How do you know all this stuff about me, Mister Neeson?"

"Mister Jackson if I wanted to blackmail you, I would go after someone with money. You do not have enough for me to worry about. What I do want you to do is fire the catering company you have for this airline. Lunch was not palatable. The champagne you have on board, tastes like piss water. If this does not change within 60 days, look in my magazine for an editorial article about your airline. It will not have one complementary word in it. Do we understand each other, Mister Jackson?"

"Yes, Mister Neeson, I understand completely. I will have our lawyers start work on it immediately."

He hung up the phone without another word.

"Do you remember everything I said, Jemma? If you do, your job is secure for as long as you wish to keep it. Or, you could move up the ladder of success as high as your education will take you. He was shaking in his boots with what little I told him. If I mentioned, the attempted rape charge of a college co-ed at Penn, he would have had a heart attack, while we were on the phone. It is in his school records, at Penn, but it was never reported to the police, because the girl was given a $12 million settlement, and graduated one year early, Summa cum Laude. She is a very public figure, now. If she found out that her name was going to be dragged through the mud, because of him, she would have his balls cut off."

"Mister Neeson, how do you know all of these things about other people?"

"Computers, Jemma, learn how to use computers, and the world is an open book. At Condé Nast we use them every moment of every day. When we spy on the industry to get stories, sometimes we find out more than we want to, and Mister Jackson is one of those unfortunate people that came under our microscope. Until you mentioned the champagne being a problem on this airline, I had no need to interact with him. When I did, and he became obnoxious, I smacked him down hard, because of his attitude. I have given you the ammunition to do the same thing, at a time of your own choosing. You should be able to use that wonderful body of yours to convince me that you are worthy of this information. Give me your panties."

"Mister Neeson, I am working."

"Jemma, give me your panties, now."

She looked around to make sure the curtain was closed, and that the elderly couple was still asleep. She lifted her bottom off the seat, raised her skirt to her waist, and lowered her panties, until they were around her ankles. She was about to lower her skirt when he said, "Leave your skirt where it is, Jemma; I have plans for that area of your body."