Page 59 of Captured Pawn

Despite it being summer, I felt as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning as I slowly unwound the string, letting the top flap spring open to expose the hidden contents. I took a small sip of my bourbon before I gingerly pulling the entire contents of the case out onto the blotter of my mammoth desk.

The short, handwritten note on top of the pile from the private investigator made me pause.

N—

I hope you know what you’re doing. This is one ruthless SOB.

Be careful,

A

While I knew he wasn’t wrong, I was too far in to turn back now.

I spent the next few minutes separating the contents into small, organized piles:

Private financial reports separated from medical records from the family’s doctors.

Screenshots of private text messages separated from printouts of important emails.

Architectural blueprints of businesses, homes, and factories.

Each pile represented a piece of Maximillian Bishop’s life that I planned on dismantling one by one. With my brother’s help, we were going to put an end to this family rivalry once and for all, starting with the very last pile in the packet.

The stack of candid photos made up at least half of the documents. Pictures taken from far away with high-powered cameras told the story of the entire Bishop family, and while the photos of Max puffing on his Cuban cigar while getting a blowjob might be salacious, those weren’t the snapshots I was interested in.

One by one, I dug through the stack, taking in the view of their opulence—photos of Micah, the lawyer son, ruthlessly winning in court, and of Max’s only granddaughter playing in a sandbox.

But it wasn’t until the final photos in the bunch that I found what I was looking for—what I’d paid the PI thousands of dollars for.

I picked up the next photo, holding it closer as I enjoyed the view of the newly turned eighteen-year-old Mia Bishop—the only daughter and prized possession of her ruthless father.

It was a shame, really. She was beautiful, in that innocent girl-next-door kind of way. My heart rate sped up as I inspected picture after picture of the young woman preparing to leave for college in the fall. Photos of her shopping in the most exclusive boutiques in New York City. Shots of her laughing with friends at an outdoor café.

But it was the pictures of her in a bikini, sunbathing on the deck of her father’s yacht that held my attention the longest. When I’d started to formulate my plan of revenge months ago, Mia Bishop hadn’t even been on my radar. She’d been a child, and while I may be an asshole, even I had some lines I wouldn’t cross. Kids were off limits.

But Mia was no longer a kid, as these photos of her almost naked body more than proved, and that put her into play. In fact, based on what I knew about her father, she was exactly the best way to hit him where it hurt the most.

Which was unfortunate for Ms. Bishop. She thought she was heading off to college in the fall, but if everything went the way I planned, she wouldn’t be there long before I diverted her to a secured location where her father would never find her. He’d tear the world apart trying, but I looked forward to bringing him to his knees instead. Then, and only then, might I let her go back to her broken daddy, assuming he was even still alive.

Oh, and the fun I could have with her in the meantime. My dick strained against my dress slacks, just thinking about the devious ways I would strip her body bare. Part of me hoped she was a fighter because I would love nothing more than to tame her in every way—over my knee, with my belt, on her knees and begging.

“Mia Bishop, enjoy your last summer as a kid, because very soon, you’re going to have to grow up and start paying for your father’s sins.”

The End