See Her For Myself
1197 Words
Casper quickly stands from his seat, the chair toppling loudly behind him.
The other players shift away, distancing themselves from him.
Casper is filled with despair. He splutters, his superiority vanishing without a trace. All he has is a look of dread.
The two henchmen lift him off the ground.
Casper kicks about. “Hey. What are you doing? A deal's a deal. You agreed to the note. You gave me your word!”
Asher stands, dusting his suit, “to my office.”
Casper thrashes about as they drag him all the way to the inner hall.
One of the players snickers, “Did you see that? Cap is done for.”
“It seems Big Boss has been targeting him for a while.”
“Hah! Someone's losing one body part today.”
The henchmen drag him to Asher's office, the latter moving slowly behind them.
The elevator slides open. Casper struggles.
“You can't kill me. It's against the law. ” Casper wails, “all I did was play cards. What the f**k did I do wrong?”
Asher scoffs with an amused smile. They pass the long hallway, stopping before a mahogany door with intricate carvings.
Casper doesn't have the time to dwell on that.
Once inside, the brawny men toss him to the ground.
Casper groans and propels himself to sit up.
Asher leans on his desk. He reaches into his breast pocket on his open suit jacket and brings out a cigar—as thick as his forefinger.
One of the henchmen hurry over with a lighter, lighting up the cigar poking out of Asher's mouth and withdraws, standing by the door with his colleague.
Asher blows a smoke.
Casper swallows.
Is this my karma? Am I about to die here? I haven't even forgiven my wife yet…
“You were saying?”
Casper flinches. “The pro... promissory note...”
Asher cackles. “You cunning old man. You fooled me.”
“I... I... I didn't fool you. I don't have the balls. I just played the game like everyone else. You know I'm an uptight and honest—”
“Cut the bullshit,” Asher takes another puff. Smoke whorls escape his mouth. “Who is Breanne?”
“My daughter.” Casper cries out. “She's fine wine with beauty that outmatches the top model in Country E! She has known no man and she's feisty. She fits your standards, not those boring bland women you hook up with.” Casper waves his hand, his words making Asher chuckle darkly.
“You say my taste in women is boring.”
“No, Big Boss. I'm just saying my daughter is everything you want in a woman.” Another chuckle from Asher but now, the veins on his head start to stretch and strain. So is his jaw. “You should see her. I'd never fool you.”
Asher scoffs, rings of smoke dissipating. “You're selling your daughter to me?”
“For 9 million bucks.”
Asher chuckles for the umpteenth time. He takes the crumpled note on his desk and unfurls it.
Breanne. For 9 million.
Heh. This son of a b***h.
Anders reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out something.
Casper draws back as if he's seen the devil.
Asher aims the silencer gun at him, then pulls the trigger.
Casper lets out a muffled scream, his hands over his mouth, splayed on the floor, trembling vigorously.
Asher has missed. Intentionally.
“I can find myself any woman I want. Home and Abroad. What makes you think I'd want your daughter?”
“The women you met...” Casper drags a shaky breath. “Are not like Breanne. Once you get to know her, I swear, you won't regret it.” Then he fiddles with his pockets. “I'll show you a picture.” He pulls out his phone and swipes for her pictures, holding it out for Asher to see. The latter doesn't take it but his turquoise eyes run over the face on the screen.
A freckled redhead. So?
“Isn't she a beauty?” Casper cajoles him.
Asher turns away. He laughs, as if he can't believe the situation. “You want me to let you go because you think your daughter is worth the amount you owe me?”
Casper nods, his sparsely curly hair matted to his head due to sweat.
“Why don't you bring her over?” Asher grins. “Let me see for myself.”
Casper laughs gleefully. He jumps to his feet, scrambling for the door.
“Ah-ah-ah.”
Casper freezes.
“Badmon. Sam,” he calls out his henchmen. “Follow this motherfucker. If he acts too smart for his age, kill him.”
“Yes, master.” Sam and Badmon turn to Casper who is by the door. His legs wobble.
……………………..
A taxi screeches to a stop before a terraced house.
Casper alights, the henchmen follow. The former enters his house, heads to the courtyard, screaming Breanne's name.
There's no noise coming from the inner chambers so there's no one at home except her.
He knows she's still home.
There she is. In the courtyard, lying on a cement bench, listening to music from her headphones.
Casper goes over and yanks off the headphones from her head.
The redhead quickly whips her neck to look at the intruder, extremities at the top of her tongue. “Daddy!” She cries. “What are you doing?”
He grabs her wrist and yanks her up. “Come with me.”
“Where are you taking me, daddy?”
Casper replied grimly. “Your new home.”
Breanne struggles, slapping on his hand but Casper won't let go. “What have you done this time? I won't go anywhere with you. You come back home reeking of alcohol and desperation. You must have something terrible, right? And you want me to take the blame for you again. Let me go!”
Casper is not about to jeopardize his safety.
She's just a girl. What does she know? She might live.
All Asher can do to her is f**k her. She can manage.
As for him...
He drags her out of the house and pushes her into a taxi, entering after her.
Breanne notices the two black-suited men in the car and her body is rigid with fear.
This must be serious!
She stops struggling and waits for the right moment. To flee.
The can stops in front of a three-decker and Casper drags her out. Breanne looks up to see the placard.
Thorne's Gold Swan's Casino.
Breanne is not surprised. Casper's recent trouble coming from his addiction to gambling.
But why is she even here?
The group passes through the club and takes the elevator to the top floor.
Casper drags her into a posh office. She steps in, to a man and a woman having the time of their lives.
Is it the flesh slapping sound that terrifies her?
Or is it how the woman splayed on the desk, chokes and begs for mercy while the man rams in and out of her?
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