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shopper is just about to get a call.”
    “Can you handle it, G or will calling Jade make your cock fall off?”
    Standing up I walk towards the office door, but I stop and face G who has the phone in his hand.
    “Oh, and tell her it’s got to be gold.”
    Crawling into my bed, I’m totally exhausted and the moment I close my eyes slumber becomes my best friend.

Chapter 9
    My room’s really warm, too warm and very uncomfortable. I kick the sheet off the bed and sweat trickles down my forehead. Why isn’t the air conditioning on? I look over at the night stand where my clock’s sitting. It’s already 11am and I’m still in bed. Getting up I stretch tall then go in search of breakfast and a coffee. At the bottom of the stairs are two large racks of white garment bags.
    “Jade will be back soon,” G announces as he leans up against the wall.
    “Wow, she did well. When did they get here?” I point to the racks.
    “Around an hour ago. Jade’s gone to get shoes and accessories.” G mockingly says.
    “I need coffee before we have an argument.” I head off towards the main kitchen. Chef’s here preparing my breakfast. He brings my coffee over and places it at the head of the table, my usual space.
    “Morning, Miss DeLuca.”
    “Morning, Harry. Thank you.” He comes back with a plate filled with delicious food. G strides in and sits on the left of me as I consume the eggs, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms and toast.
    “The mother sent us this, this morning.” G slides an envelope across the table. I stop eating my delightful breakfast and pick up the envelope. Opening it, I take out two pictures and a note, one image is of my father in a compromising position with another man and the other picture is of my father swinging a baseball bat towards a man’s head. The man in question looks to be the same man my father was having sex with in the first picture, and he appears to be none other than the now deceased, Captain Stewart Times, head of Organised Crime Division who was trying to bring our operation down. Interesting, now I knew that my father killed him but I didn’t realise that Dad had bisexual tendencies. I always saw him with a skank on his arm, someone after a nice diamond necklace or a new car – a total whore.   The photos were taken from a great distance, they’re partially grainy but they’re still clear enough to make out all the features of the parties involved. Why Betsy Miller, Jeremy’s mother, decided to send these, I have no idea but possibly the letter will explain it. I take it out of the envelope and unfold the white paper.
    ‘DeLuca,
    I have plenty more for show and tell. I think one million for starters should suffice. Of course that won’t be the end of it.
    Looking forward to doing business with you.
    BM’
      I reread the letter and feel myself grinding my teeth together at her stupidity.
    “Did you know Dad was bisexual?”
    “He was very discreet, Frankie.”
    “That’s not a real answer.”
    “I knew. I’ve known for years.”
    “Were you two together?” I look to G who’s smiling at me.
    “Frankie, I loved John like a brother. And I’m not into men like he was.” I have no real reaction to Dad being bisexual; if it made him happy then who am I to judge?
    I put the two photos back in the envelope along with the letter and push it back to G. My body tingles because in a few short hours Jeremy will be picking me up, and with any sort of luck I’ll be meeting Betsy Miller while Jeremy’s on my arm.  
    But I start considering the ramifications of this little game I’m playing. Here I am, showing her I can get to Jeremy and easily destroy him while she plays her own cards and wants money from me. The one in the middle’s totally unaware that both sides are out to dismantle the other.
    “Let me know when Carlos and Bernadette are here, G, in the meantime I’m going to do some work.” I start heading out of the kitchen but G calls me back before I get a chance to