Stephen’s POV.
I am not the kind of man to leave my meal halfway especially when I am still unsatisfied. But for the sake of the Cheng group, I was about to abandon one of the most sought-after delicacies in New York: ‘Becca Throats,’ the queen of throat games.
Her nickname came from her infamous escapades of giving the best blow job in the city. It had taken me three and a half months, countless strings pulled, and a huge amount of money to book a session with her.
But it was all worth it when my hand gripped her soft silky hair, pulling her forward, while my eight inch rod was completely buried in her throat, choking the last breath out of her.
She gagged and choked struggling for her breath but I was just getting started. After all she was Becca the throat goat who prided herself in her reputation, she even swore to die with a dick in her mouth. So It wouldn’t be a bad idea if mine killed her. She even signs agreement stating her clients should not be held responsible if she eventually dies while being choked.
I was barely half way into my crazy adventure when Cole, my right hand man, knocked on the door. Ordinarily he wouldn’t dare interrupt my moments no one would unless it was an emergency. So hearing his knock I knew it was urgent. I quickly slipped out of Becca’s throat, leaving her coughing and gasping for air on the floor while I went to meet Cole at the door.
“It's the Cheng group!” he announced, his face bathing with sweat, like he ran miles to reach the door.
The moment I heard the Cheng name, the hairs in my body stood. I was anxiously to hear what would follow. “Yes… what about them?” I asked almost immediately.
“They are in town. They are giving us thirty minutes” Cole said. His tone hasty, he knew what was already at stake.
Without ado, I dived at my panties jumping over Becca who was still catching her breath on the floor. I hurried to get dressed not minding the fact that I was going to lose the session with Becca and it might take a very long time to get her back.
Meeting with the Cheng group was the only thing on my mind. I knew how important a partnership with them is to the Harris empire and I will be doomed to let anyone stop or even delay me for a second.
“I am driving” I said, stretching my hands to take the Ferrari keys from Tom, my personal driver.
Cole tried to dissuade me “That is not a good idea Mr Jones!”
But I was not going to listen, neither was I going to let Tom drive me. He has been strictly trained to never exceed the speed limit no matter what and today is not the day for rules.
Without saying a word, I hopped into the Ferrari and zoomed off leaving the other scrambling to catch up. It was a crazy ride and I knew the police will be after me in a short time but fuck it, The Cheng group comes first.
I pressed the accelerator harder, driving 140 kilometers per hour. The road was relatively clear, everything seemed to be going as planned until I heard a loud bang.
My Ferrari ran into another car coming from the opposite direction “what the hell?” I screamed, struggling to control the steering wheel as the car spun slightly before stopping. The airbag had already deployed, and the alarm started blaring loudly inside the car.
The sound triggered a bad memory because I had heard something like this before.
The situation felt strangely familiar like years ago, when I was taking little Mariah to school for the first time.
***
At the Harris mansion, the three years old Mariah Harris was fighting the decision to leave her mother for the first time and attend school.
“Uncle Stephen I want to stay with my mom, I don’t want to go to school” her tiny sad voice echoed.
I didn’t know what to say. I had never been good with children.
“Mariah lots of kids your age go to school, I am sure you make new friends in school.” I tried to convince her.
Hearing this, Mariah turned her face to another direction, she folded her arms and pouted her lips. “I don’t want other friends, I want my mummy” she said.
Just then Pamella Harris strode in, she saw me struggling with Mariah and tried to help, promising Mariah all the goodies she ever wanted.
But Mariah was adamant “I want my Mommy” she repeatedly said.
Then an idea struck me.
I took out an instant camera and asked Mariah to stand beside her mother for a picture. She held tightly onto Pamela’s leg while I snapped the photo and printed it out. I gave it to Pamela, and she kissed it before handing it to Mariah.
“Take this with you,” she said gently. “Whenever you miss me, you can look at it.”
That worked.
Mariah finally agreed and entered the car holding the photo like her life depended on it.
Along the way, she kept staring at it and whispering, “Mommy…”
I wanted her to focus on something else, so I leaned closer to take the photo.
“Mariah, let Uncle put the photo in your pocket so it won’t fall,” I said.
“Okay, Uncle,” she replied.
Just as I was about to tuck it into her pocket, I noticed something was wrong.
The car was speeding up.
“Hey! Slow down a bit, you are transporting a minor” I told the driver.
But he didn’t respond. Instead, he drove faster, pulling ahead of the escort vehicles behind us.
I was infruriated, I wanted to sack the driver immediately “Hey stop the car now!” I yelled frustratingly but the driver kept going,
Suddenly, he switched to a wrong direction, recklessly overtaking vehicles and heading to a dead end.
My chest tightened as I immediately called for back up. I reached out to the driver one more time. leaning closer and hoping he listens, “Stop this vehicle!” I shouted attempting to grab the steering wheel. It was chaotic as I struggled for the steering with the driver.
Mariah started screaming in fear as the car swerved left and right.
The driver managed to fight me off, gained full control of the steering wheel and headed straight to a gigantic tree on the road side.
I didn’t relent, squeezed the drivers neck while trying to control the car. I was almost finishing him off when something sharp hit my eyes.
Pepper spray!
I screamed, blinded instantly. Before I could process anything, something hard struck my head. Pain surged through me, and darkness started closing in.
The last thing I remember was Mariah scared eyes which will haunt me forever. “I am sorry!” I said weakly before passing out.
