Chapter 36
Make me come, Daddy
Alex
As soon as I turned on Jade’s vibrator, I had to turn it off.
“Dawes. You coming with? I have about ten men going to get Martinov. Pavlov’s second.”
I stared at the video of Julian’s office, listening as he and the police chief mentioned our last names.
“Where’s Martinov?” Julian asked, standing from his desk. The police chief withdrew his phone and turned it to Julian.
“Mm. That’s all the way across town. As much as I want to see him shoved into the back of a cruiser, I have to finish this up. I’ll catch up with both of them here, though,” Julian responded, but I was already up on my feet, bolting around Jade’s apartment and gathering the essentials.
“Moretti asked for the guys not to bust in.” The video continued while I swiped a few things into a small backpack. Moretti.
Fuck.
He planned it tonight.
“Ask them to come to the door and then go for it. Ten against one—you can’t lose. Easy peasy. Plus, gives them less ammunition if we’re not aggressive.”
Julian’s voice sounded from the laptop while I dialed Andrei. It rang and rang, but he didn’t pick up. I called Olga—same thing.
Andrei and Olga: LEAVE NOW.
I sent the text, shut the laptop, and shoved it into the backpack, already walking to the front door, but—
Knock. Knock.
They were already here.
I froze, wondering if the video was delayed. There was a shuffling of feet outside the door and a muffled man’s voice. The knock sounded again.
I thought about Jade and why this was happening tonight. Her father called her a few days ago and invited her to dinner—to make amends, as he said. He felt that he’d been too harsh on her since she’d come back.
And like the pure-hearted angel that she was, she agreed to meet him, but the truth was, he’d been planning to arrest me the one day he knew she wouldn’t be around.
Fuck!
I stepped out onto the balcony, carefully peeking over the railing. Deserted. With my heart pumping inside my throat, I climbed over the ledge and scaled down, leaving the same way I arrived.
Thankful that the cops didn’t have enough foresight to surround the building, I slipped into the dark night, unnoticed.
Forty minutes later, I was already unlocking the side door of a warehouse, this one filled with older cars and mostly motorcycles. I grabbed the Kawasaki Ninja that was slated to travel to Russia and altered its fate. At neck-breaking speed, I headed toward Sebastian Moretti's house.
I waited on my bike down the block, delivering Jade that orgasm I promised her, but almost as soon as we were done, I heard her faint voice. I stepped closer just in time to see dumb fuck Knox touching my girl.
Something insane and sinister screamed inside me.
I should have killed him so fucking long ago.
The motel room was straight out of a horror movie. The carpet was burgundy at some point, and the bed stood against the wall, painted grayish-blue. The front door was only a few feet away from the mattress and there was a small dining table in front of the window, surprisingly, with only one chair.
We were on the road for two hours when Jade spotted this place and asked to stop. Neither Jade nor I said anything when we stepped inside the room, but I looked her over, afraid that she was hurt.
“How…Why were you there? What happened?” Jade whispered, cupping my cheeks.
As succinctly as I could, I explained what I’d seen transpire in Julian’s office, and the longer I spoke, the more Jade wilted. She dropped her shoulders and slumped down on the bed, holding her head in her hands.
“I’m so fucking stupid,” she mumbled, “and too trusting. And you're no better." She looked resigned, like the last of her energy was drained from her. “This whole week…he lied and pretended. So well too; I really thought he had no idea.”
With my arms crossed, I leaned against the small dining table, trying to figure out the degree of shit that we were in, but Jade suddenly jumped up from the bed, tossing her purse on the table.
“But I’m his daughter, and I can be awful too.” She paced the small room, visibly nervous. “This will be the nail in the coffin. This will destroy him, but…I don’t know if you’re up for it.”
She turned to me, such uncertainty in her eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, my phone rang.
“Sasha!” Olga shouted once I placed it on speaker. “Thank fuck! They took Andrei! No explanation, nothing! It was our kids’ bedtime! Where are you? I swear—”
"I’m safe with Jade. Where is he?" I interrupted her stream of consciousness, but instead of continuing her rambling, she fell silent.
And then she spoke Russian, her voice calm and deadly. “Ty ei tochno doveryaesh? Vse ochen ploho viglyadit, Sasha. Ona ego doch.”
I looked at Jade, thinking over Olga’s words. Are you sure you trust her? It all looks very bad. She’s his daughter.
Yes. She was the one person I trusted with my life.
“Da. I trust her fully.”
Jade blinked up at me, her eyes wide and her hair still disheveled from the helmet.
“This was a full-on ambush!” Olga continued while Jade and I stood in front of each other in a filthy motel room, on the run. “They knocked, and as soon as he opened the door—boom! They wrestled him to the ground and handcuffed him! I mean, his hands were wet! He was giving Masha a bath!”
“Who’s Masha?” Jade interjected, but then it hit her. “Wait! Did you have the baby?!”
"Yes!" Olga suddenly turned cheery, as if we weren't discussing her husband's arrest. "A week ago! She came early!"
"Oh my God! Congratulations, girl! How are you feeling?"
"Thank you, thank you. Third one’s a piece of cake, hah! I'm feeling all right, just a bit tired." Olga laughed, and Jade took the phone out of my hands while I watched in disbelief how they so easily switched to light chitchat.
"How is sleeping and stuff? Are you breastfee—"
"Ladies!" I interrupted loudly, in complete shock at how they usurped this conversation. "Focus! Please!"
"It's just boobs, Sasha, they're not only made for your enjoyment." Olga's eye roll could practically be heard through the phone.
"Wha—? I'm not—" I tried to justify myself for some reason.
"They're meant to feed babies, Sasha, first and foremost." Jade rolled her eyes too, looking at me with the widest grin, uncontrollable delight bursting from her.
I loved this side of her. I loved all her sides.
"Andrei! What did they say, Olya?" I took the phone back from Jade, ignoring the urge to smile at their sudden lighthearted conversation. Instead, I pulled Jade into me, pressing her into my chest.
I just wanted to have her close, as if that would quiet the unease brewing inside me.
"Nothing." Olga sighed. "They took him to the fifty-fourth precinct but refused to tell me why he was arrested. I'm going there in a little bit, maybe I can get more details. Jade? It's up to you now."
Jade nodded in the silence between us while I ended the call and pulled her in closer. My mind was on fire. There were options, though, I reassured myself. There was no way for Moretti to find us tonight. We could hop on a plane now, go to Moscow—
“What’s the nail in the coffin?” I asked, remembering what Jade said. Jade pulled away quickly, averting her eyes and pacing once more. I waited for her to tell me, but it was like she didn’t want to. “What? You're nervous to tell me?"
"A bit.” She shrugged. “It’s unorthodox, but I think…I think it’ll really work.”
Invested in this—in her, I gave Jade my full attention and sat down on the one chair, my jeans gluing to it immediately.
“We’ve destroyed a lot of evidence.” She spoke with renewed energy, igniting my curiosity.
“Whatever they’re planning to fake on you guys won’t hold up in court, but the problem is—my father doesn’t care.
He will lie through his teeth to the judge, but…
he won’t be able to lie through this. He won’t be able to live this down.
” Jade glanced at me, still not telling me her idea.
"I mean, it has to work—it has to. He won’t show his face again. At work or anywhere after this.”
"What is it?" I asked again, halting her mid-step, and she turned to me, twisting her fingers in discomfort. She bit her lip one last time and then—
“We make another video. Of us having sex. And we release it out there.”
I blinked at her, confident that I heard her wrong.
“Release…it? Where?” I asked, furiously trying to figure out the logistics of what she’d said.
“This is not ideal,” Jade added seriously, “and I know you probably don’t want to do it.
I mean, I’m suggesting making porn together—I get it, it’s embarrassing, but it’ll be a thousand times more embarrassing for him and—” Jade spoke in one breath, visibly nervous at this proposition.
“It will ruin him. It will crush him. He’s always so straight-laced!
Everyone thinks he is the law, so how did he raise a daughter like that? ! A daughter who—"
“Malyshka,” I interrupted her mid-spiral, “let’s do it. I don’t think it’s embarrassing. If you’re okay doing it, so am I.”
Jade halted and glanced my way, a bit of relief showing on her face. “Really? You really want to do it?”
I pulled her onto my lap, catching the worry in her eyes. “Do I want to have sex with you? Yes. Always. Literally all the time.” Jade chuckled and sighed at my words. “But do you want to do this? We can just leave. Right now. We can drive to the nearest airport and—”
“We can’t. If they issued a warrant for your arrest, we can’t get on a plane,” Jade said, knocking reality into my head. “Not only that—it’s a federal warrant. They’re looking for you all over the country.”
A notice for my arrest. I never thought I’d hear that. Never. I had been so self-assured and cocky throughout my life that I was certain I’d never be caught. Never be trapped.
“There are other ways to leave the country besides a commercial flight. I can make one call, and we can be on a private jet in two hours,” I assured her, sliding my hand up her thigh.
“But then we’ll just be on the run. This will never end, and I want it to end. I want him to never have power over me again. He has nothing on you, Alex!” Jade spoke with such passion. “But he just wants this! We can’t let him wi—I can’t let him win!”
“Okay.” I nodded, ignoring the excitement within me. “What do you have in mind?”
Jade sighed again and leaned against my chest. “No one knows who you are except the cops and our whole team, so maybe we just show half your face? We allude to it being you?”
I held her close to me, listening to this wonderful story. “Mm-hmm. And you? Your face?”
“Yeah, I’ll have to show my face. I’ll have to show…all of me.” Jade sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. “And I’ve thought about what you’ll have to say.”
"What do I have to say?" I whispered, wanting to remember this illicit conversation until the end of my days.
Jade looked me over leisurely, pressing her lips to mine. “You’ll have to be my daddy for the night. And you’ll have to call me a slut. Or whore. Whichever you prefer, I guess.” Another peck on my lips sent my mind into freefall.
This was reckless. Dangerous. Exposing her way more than me, and yet, this was also genius.
"Do you...know the connotation of the word daddy?" I posed the question as innocently as I could. I could have never connected that word and her existing together in the same world.
She furrowed her eyebrows and responded without hesitation.
"Of course. The diminutive of the word dad or an affectionate way to address a romantic partner, especially when he's older. Like you,” she explained as if she was a human thesaurus.
"It's perfect. He’ll have a fucking heart attack if he hears his little girl call someone that.”
Jade’s eyes sparkled with something dark. Something I hadn’t seen before.
Thirst for vengeance.
“Maybe I can make an OnlyFans account,” Jade mused as she collected her hair into a ponytail, wearing my T-shirt.
We were sitting in bed, thankfully on clean sheets, trying out different angles from which to film this video.
Her phone was on the TV stand right at the foot of the bed, propped up against my stack of clothes, while my phone was standing on the chair a few feet away from the door.
We kept adjusting it to find the right shot.
Holy hell. We were going to do this.
“We can upload the video there and then send it to everyone on my father’s email list. Maybe the cops’ email lists too. That’s how I can send my letter of resignation.”
“You’re a criminal mastermind, baby.”
Jade chuckled and grabbed her phone, quickly climbing back onto the bed. “No. You are. The cops told me there were no security videos when you took me? You guys really orchestrated the perfect disappearance.”
I thought back to that time a few weeks ago, and something like melancholy hit me. We had no idea if our plan would work, and I had zero inkling that I would kidnap the love of my life and drag her into my mess. And now here we were, about to film ourselves having sex for the world to see.
“Okay, let’s look at some of the most popular videos, and we can include some of those concepts.” Jade typed away on her phone and scooted closer.
“Concepts? You think porn videos have concepts?”
She giggled and snuggled into me, pressing the Yes, I’m over 18 button on Pornhub.
“Of course. I’d imagine there’s a director and sound and light guys and everything.
” She typed in ‘top amateur videos’ into the search bar and scrolled.
“I want to find the ones with the most views. Let’s look at a few. ”
We did. We watched one video after another, and, indeed, we found a few unifying concepts. Spanking, hair pulling, choking, coming on the woman’s face, and, of course, deep throating.
“Mmm,” Jade hummed and sat up on the bed, her cheeks red.
“Before you come…” She looked around, as if trying to picture the scene.
“I want you to stand here.” She pointed to the foot of the bed.
“That way the camera won’t catch your face, but I will be front and center, and then, you can come on my tongue.
And you’ll film it with my phone. And then I’ll scrub my knees after. ”
I listened to her plan, once again marveling at how smart and sharp she was. She had an idea in her mind, and she just fucking went for it.
I loved her. With all my heart. All my soul. Every single fiber of my being.
“Okay.” I nodded, both excited and devastated to do this. Jade was doing this to protect me, and that was a heavy burden to carry. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked one last time.
Jade climbed closer, her intoxicating scent overpowering me. She placed her forehead to mine and sighed, running her hand down my abdomen and into my boxer briefs.
“Yes. Make me come, Daddy.”