Chapter 131 Rolling the dice - Miguel POV
I rolled the dice, and they fell where I wanted them to.
The Cargill world is in uproar.
Ben has been arrested, but he's the senator's son, so he's still probably being treated like some kind of royalty in that police station.
I can't help but to gloat. Caroline is probably getting mini heart attacks right now.
"Dude, this is too much." Lucille's eyes widen from where she's still sitting behind her computer trying to get into Ben's bank accounts.
Her eyes are on her phone, where I just wired her a substantial amount for a job well done.
"It's not enough for what you managed to do." My eyes are glued to the television screen. Every major outlet is talking about Ben right now, there is just no way he can walk away from this unscathed.
I have to come up with my next plan. Even though it's great to see what is happening right now, I wanted him dead. And I'm not stopping until I reached that goal.
"How much money do you have exactly?" Lucille asks me suspiciously.
"Enough." I chuckle.
My colleagues always knew I came from an affluential family, but I never spoke to them about any of it. It wasn't the place to throw around who my family was and how much money I have.
My phone rings, and I'm not surprised to see my father's number on the screen. I guess it's inevitable that I talk to him.
"Father." I answer. "What is going on?"
My father is a very conniving, intelligent man. He may be blind to what his wife and son do, but I have to play very smart when interacting with him.
"Where are you?" His tone is curt.
"I'm at my hotel, I just saw the news." I try to talk with concern, but to be honest, I'm not one of the best actors. "Is Ben okay?"
"No, Ben is not fucking okay!" He loses his control a little, and I can't help but smile on the other side. "I'm at the precinct with him right now. You better pack and move back into the house until this has passed. We have to look like a united front right now."
He ends the call without saying anything else, and a slight panic overwhelms me. I said I wasn't going to go back there, not after what happened Friday night.
If I don't do it, though, there will be questions. And I can't have that right now.
"What did he say!" Lucille wants to know.
"He wants me to move back to the house, so that it looks like we're a united front." I should've known my father would try to save face first. "I have a tracker ready to install, I can do it myself with your help."
"You want me to track you?"
"I don't trust any of them, I'm pretty sure Caroline drugged me on Friday night." I don't tell her why she would drug me, I don't want pity from anyone. "So I want you to track me. And I want you to move in with Raul, that way I know you're at least with someone."
"They won't be able to trace me, Miguel." Lucille says self-assuredly. "Trust me, if I was traceable, I would've been dead a long time ago."
"For my peace of mind, then." I may not feel anything romantically for her, but she's still my friend, and she's helping me get the life I want. "The tracker will not only tell you where I am, but also if my pulse stops or weakens."
"I'm never gonna be able to sleep then." She says in a humorous tone, but I know she's worried.
I'm worried too. I haven't defied death only to be killed by a family member who I want to kill instead.
I call my mother, making sure she's doing okay and mentally stable.
Caroline always made my mother's life hell, and I could never understand why.
She had what she wanted, which was my father, along with a privileged life.
My mother was ripped away not only from my father, who she believed was the love of her life, but also from me, who she breathed for.
The sexual abuse started when my mother was struggling mentally and financially. They said she would be able to see me regularly, but they lied. We hardly saw each other at all.
She lost her job and fell into a deep depression, not being able to pay her bills.
In comes Caroline, paying my mother's bills in exchange for me to be quiet so she can fuck me whenever she wanted.
At first I said no so many times, but she would keep my mother over my head, telling me she would be evicted if her rent didn't get paid, or she would have her electricity cut.
So I took it.
She would come to my room on nights my father wasn't home, which became more frequent as I got older and my father's political career took off.
I have no doubt she would kill me if she was driven to it. All to keep the secret that has been haunting me for years.
I pack my bags, but first I make sure that Lucille goes to Raul's place, one of the few people I trust in this world.
My mission is almost complete.
The only thing left, is to commit murder.