Supernatural Travel Agency 3, page 1
Supernatural Travel Agency 3
Dante King
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Contents
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
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Chapter 1
“Get him the hell up."
My return to consciousness was both swift and rude. Someone shoved me, disturbing my slumber; a moment later, a glass filled with ice-cold water was tossed into my face, erasing the last vestiges of my peace. For a moment I sputtered in the cold, trying to remember who and where I was. What happened to me? Why was everyone being so mean?
The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in Lily's arms, with Fang and M'rissa looking on lovingly…
Everything clicked.
“He’s up,” one of the men said, chuckling as he set the glass on a nearby windowsill. Faint rays of morning light shone through the glass, though a glance told me it was still well before sunrise. How long had I been out?
My girls, I thought, panic filling my chest. Even in the terrible situation I’d found myself, my first thought was for them. By now, they know I’m gone. They must be worried sick about me…
Last night, on the eve of the most dangerous mission of our lives, I’d gone for a midnight drive to calm my nerves. I’d left the three members of my harem—my coworkers Lily and Fang, along with the fox girl M’rissa—snoozing in my bed after a long night of hot, primal love making, leaving them at my new condo while I drove along the highways between our apartment complex and the Azalea Mall. I’d needed time to think, to calm my mind, to prepare for the excursion we’d be taking in the morning. First thing, the Mystic Getaways crew was scheduled to open a portal to a brand-new, undiscovered universe.
There were two men in the room with me. Both of them were well over six feet tall, with builds like football players and suits so cheap they shone. They’d been staring at me since I woke up—and, I realized, for quite a while when I’d been sleeping.
“Go get Mr. Liu,” the one who hadn’t been holding the glass said to the one who had. “He’ll want to speak to this asshole.”
The one who’d been given the command rose and left the room, picking up the empty glass and taking it with him before he left. Too bad—I’d just realized how thirsty I was. I could have used a refill.
Now that we were alone, I sized up the other guy. He looked bored; unfortunately, he also looked like he could have taken me in a fight with one hand tied behind his back. I wasn’t exactly a scrawny guy, and weeks of traveling through portals and exploring new universes with the Mystic Getaways crew had turned out to be an even better workout plan than a gym membership. But even on my best day, I probably couldn’t have beaten this guy in a one-on-one brawl.
And this was far from my best day.
Fuck, I was dizzy. My head pounded like someone had been using it to tear down drywall, and my mouth tasted like a group of llamas had taken turns pissing in it. I suspected the Lius gave me something to keep me out cold after they hit me with that taser on the highway. Otherwise, I never would have been out this long.
Thinking about the highway made the rest of it flash before my eyes. Me trying to give the pair of Range Rovers the slip, driving through the balmy Florida night. The way I’d decided to confront the vehicles directly, assuming they were lackeys of the mysterious Board who’d been sent to spy on me and my harem.
Of course they weren’t. They were sent by the Lius. By Fang’s parents.
I was in big trouble.
To distract myself, I flexed my fingers and toes. Everything felt okay—they hadn’t roughed me up while bringing me in. Mr. Liu probably wanted to save that job for himself.
“My car,” I said, looking up at my guard. “Did one of you drive it away after you trussed me up in your SUV, or is it still out there on the highway?”
If my car was sitting out in the middle of nowhere, there was a chance my harem girls would stumble onto it. Or Mystic Getaways might. Either way, they’d have a clue, not to mention a lead on how to find me. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that a SWAT team led by Queequeg might kick down the doors and save me. I’d been bailed out by the Board once before.
Yeah, I thought. But that time, I ran to the Board. I was trying to escape my kidnappers–not hiding out in some… hell, what is this place?
The guard had nothing to say. I shook my head, then checked my pockets. My wallet and my keys were gone, and to my surprise, so was my wristwatch. It wasn’t worth anything, just a cheap Citizen with the unofficial animal of the state of Florida—Mickey Mouse—on the dial. But it still pissed me off to see it gone. It had sentimental value.
“What gives?” I asked, rubbing my wrist. Two small protrusions showed on the flesh of my wrist where the clasp had been digging into my skin too long. “You got nothing to say?”
A cold smirk spread across the man’s face. “I’ll leave you for Mr. Liu,” was all he said.
Fuck it. I waited.
While I did, I took a look around the chamber in which I’d found myself. From the chill of the floor and the bits of concrete I could see everywhere there wasn’t carpet, I figured I was in some kind of basement–an underground rumpus room, or one of those game-focused spaces women sarcastically refer to as a ‘man-cave.’ The bar near the back and the leather couches (one of which I’d been sitting on when I was snapped back to consciousness) reinforced this notion.
Except Floridians didn’t really do basements. Which meant that the owner of this home was either a contrarian’s contrarian, or he had more money than sense. Considering the little I knew about Fang’s parents, I assumed the latter.
Just how rich were the Lius? I didn’t know. I should have taken Fang more seriously when she’d joked about her father owning half of the Azalea Mall. There’d been other businesses, too, which ought to have sent red flags flashing in the back of my mind. But I didn’t care about Fang’s parents, I cared about her.
I cared about her enough to stand up to them, too. When they found out that Fang quit her job at their business and started shacking up with a man—a man who had two other girlfriends—they blew their fucking stacks. They’d called their daughter and berated her over the phone, making her cry.
When I saw it, I stepped in and took control of the conversation. Neither of the Lius had expected it: they’d been embarrassed to have their own beliefs thrown back in their faces.
Though as I remembered it, Fang’s Mom had seemed almost impressed with me…
I shook my head. She’d probably only been impressed by the sheer balls it took to fuck with a man as rich as powerful as Fang’s Dad. They were about to get revenge for that phone call—I could tell.
I glanced over at the window. There were several of them, set so low to the ground that the sills were beneath the level of the lawn outside. This whole level of the mansion was below ground, save for those long, rectangular windows–and they were letting in more light than before. If it hadn’t been morning yet, it was now.
My harem girls were waking to find me gone. Mystic Getaways was realizing their star employee was AWOL on the day of his most dangerous expedition.
I had to get out of here.
The guard noticed me looking at the wall. “Don’t even think about it,” he said, patting his pocket. From the bulge there, I had little doubt that another one of those nasty little stun devices hid beneath the fabric. “You want some advice, asshole?”
“Might as well,” I said, holding up my hands.
The guard snickered. “Get on your knees and kiss Mr. Liu’s loafers,” he said, on the edge of laughter. “Make enough of a spectacle of yourself, and the man just might let you live. Maybe.”
He broke off in a fit of cruel laughter. I wouldn’t be doing that. No thanks.
He was still laughing when the door opened. Through it, I could see a tall, narrow set of stairs leading out of the basement, and standing on it were three figures. The first was the same guard who had thrown the water in my face. The second was a short, stocky man in an expensive-looking suit, with a pair of tiny spectacles and short, dark hair.
The third was a woman.
They advanced into the room, the guard leading the other two. Both the man and the woman stared at me, their faces borderline unreadable. The guard who’d been laughing at me a few moments ago snapped to attention and bowed deeply, then gestured to one of the leather couches across from mine.
“Sir,” he said, rising. “Ma’am.”
Oh shit, I thought. There could be no doubt who I was looking at. These were Fang’s parents.
“Mr. and Mrs. Liu,” I said, keeping as much composure as I could. Which, to be fair, wasn’t much—I was soaked with ice water and had slept on the floor of a basement. “It’s nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances.”
Neither of them spoke. Husband and wife took seats on the couch opposite mine, just far enough away from each other that I could tell there was no real warmth or intimacy between them. Mrs. Liu crossed one leg over the other, her blue dress drawing tight against her thigh as she pursed her lips and looked me up and down.
Mr. Liu just stared. His eyes were as flat and lifeless as a bull’s: it was impossible to tell if he was seething with rage or wondering what was for dinner.
“So,” Mrs. Liu said, an acid smile spreading across her face. “This is the American boy my daughter ruined her family’s legacy over.”
It was a taunt. I fought the urge to say something cutting in response to it and stayed silent.
Mrs. Liu cocked her head to the side, like a bird wondering if a predator had seen it feeding. “Nothing to say?” she asked, her eyes alight with malice. “You’d better speak up. Give my husband and me a reason to let you out of this basement alive.”
Mr. Liu nodded. At least I thought it was a nod. It was kind of hard to tell.
“And with all your parts,” Fang’s mother added, her smile growing a touch too wide. “Do you have nothing to say in your defense, devil-boy? Are you proud of deflowering my youngest daughter?”
Deflowering? I choked on the words I would have said. I was pretty sure the train had left the station on that one long ago where the Liu’s youngest daughter was concerned. And I was pretty sure what was left of their stack would be blown if I revealed it was a woman who’d originally ‘deflowered’ their precious Fang.
Again, I stayed silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you, I thought ruefully.
A flicker of irritation flashed across Fang’s mother’s face. She gestured almost imperceptibly to the guards, who had been drawing closer and closer while the three of us had been conversing. Only now did I notice the object clutched in the hands of the guard who’d left with the drinking glass.
A black golf sock, long and thin. It bulged with heavy objects inside.
With a whipping sound, the guard swung the sock in an arc, striking me between my shoulder and my neck. The pain was so intense that I cried out, something inside of me making a sound of protest as my bones bent. Fortunately, they didn’t break.
But the second blow could do even worse.
“Hmm.” Fang’s mother let out a little titter of delight. Her fingers rose to cover her cherry-red lips, the pair of chopsticks she’d stuck through the bun of hair on top of her head quivered with glee at my misfortune. She looked like a stereotype, but she had the instincts of a piranha.
I’m dead, I thought. They’re never going to let me leave this room in one piece.
Or were they?
The guard reared back for another strike, but a gesture from Fang’s mother stopped him. “Let the arrogant pig speak,” she said, sounding like this was the best entertainment she’d had in months. “What do you want to say, boy? Do you want to beg forgiveness? Plead for your miserable life?”
I said nothing.
This didn’t please Fang’s mom one bit. She gestured, and the sock swung again. This time the guard twisted his wrist and brought the heavy sock around the front, slamming it into my chest. Pain flared through my chest; I heard my ribs protest, and my lungs burned like I’d just been tossed into ice-cold water.
Good Lord!
“Speak!” Mrs. Liu was almost out of her seat now. “Why not make a confession, bastard! Admit you took my precious Fang by force, and apologize to everyone you hurt! Confess your crimes, and we just might turn you over to the police instead of putting you in the ground!”
What the fuck? They wanted me to say I’d forced Fang? There was no fucking way.
It made sense in a psychopathic sort of way. The only way to restore the honor of Fang’s family would be to turn her into my victim, rather than my willing partner. Forcing me to make some bullshit confession of guilt might get some of the more conservative members of the Liu clan to open communication with the main branch again, if not to forgive their wayward daughter.
There was just one problem. I was pathologically incapable of telling lies about my women.
I looked up into Mrs. Liu’s eyes. For the first time, I noticed something I should have before. Her stance, the way her hands balled into fists, the look in her eyes… she was filled with a pure, primal rage.
But more than that, she was terrified.
In her fear, I sensed there was a way to turn the tables.
“If that’s your offer,” I said, speaking slowly and clearly to both of them, “then you’ll just have to kill me. The truth is that your daughter seduced me–“
THWACK! I hadn’t even seen Mrs. Liu signal the guard this time. Maybe he’d acted on his own initiative. The loaded sock came down on the crown of my skull, and I saw stars.
Fuck. I slumped over, trying and failing to stay upright. Waves of gray washed over my vision, nearly knocking me back into the pit of unconsciousness. Honestly, there was a little part of me that wanted to go back there. At least I wouldn’t be aware of all this bullshit.
When I came back to myself, Fang’s mother was in my face. “Fang is my baby,” she hissed, bits of spittle hitting my face. “The youngest child of a family with seven children. Four boys and three girls—I believe she told you?”
She had. I nodded, then looked over at Fang’s Dad. He was still staring at me, his face unreadable.
No aid from that quarter.
“Our dynasty is already well cared-for,” Miss Liu admitted, cocking her head to the side again in that strange, bird-like manner she had. “Fang’s oldest brother is Blue Sun’s Chief Financial Officer, and he will be promoted to CEO when my husband leaves this Earth. He has given us grandbabies, and his younger brother has given us even more.”
Wait a second… Blue Sun?
“You’re the CEO of Blue Sun Holdings?” I asked, looking with shock at Fang’s father. “The Blue Sun Holdings?”
Holy shit. When Fang told me her father owned half of the Azalea Mall, she’d been severely underestimating the reach of her family. Blue Sun Holdings owned half of everything in this county. Mainly real estate. Carl’s apartment complex was the first one I’d ever lived in that wasn’t owned outright by them.
They were the most powerful company in this part of Florida. And I’d fucked their CEO’s daughter and added her to my harem.
Oh. I was fucked.
Neither Mr. or Mrs. Liu responded to my question. Which was an answer in itself.
“We didn’t expect Fang to conquer the world!” Miss Liu hissed. She’d collapsed back onto her couch, her fingers interlaced in her lap as she tried to compose herself. “As a third daughter, her responsibilities to the family were minimal. Go to college, become a doctor or a lawyer… or at least to take over one of the family’s businesses. Gods know we have more than enough of them to manage.”
Restaurants, I thought. Off-track betting parlors. Rental agencies…
Blue Sun had their fingers in every pie. In this part of the world, they might honestly be more powerful than Mystic Getaways and the Board…
Wait. Wait.
They were, weren’t they?
An idea bubbled up inside of me. An insane one, but when you were looking down the barrel of your own mortality, all ideas looked pretty fucking crazy. If this one worked, it might just save my life.
