Chapter 168 Apartment - Caroline POV
Benedict has left myself to my own devices once again, playing right into my favor, I see the way he looks at me with suspicion in his eyes, like me walking up and about is unusual.
How many times have I not had to dust myself off and get up again? How many times has he not left me and did what he wanted while I had to fend for myself in a world full of vultures?
I go to Ben's bedroom and get what I need, pausing slightly and looking at the bed where he blew out his last breath. he must have felt so alone. He knew I would have never left him or betrayed him, yet he couldn't find it in himself to stay. Not even for me.
I try not to dwell on that. The fact that he left me. If I think about it too much, I might get angry at him, and he's the last person I should be mad at right now.
No, I'm channeling my anger towards the person who is responsible for this whole mess. If that person only played their part, all would have been well in the upper elite of New York. I don't know where these people come from trying to be righteous and do the right thing, This city was built on deceit and backstabbing, but these days everyone always just wants to do the right thing.
The right thing for who?
Because nobody benefited from this disaster.
Samuel stops me in the foyer on the way out.
"Where are you off to?" The old cow wants to know, surprised to see me putting on a trenchcoat.
"Do I need to ask permission to leave the house?" I ask sarcatically. "At my ripe age?"
He straightens, that damn condescending look in his eyes that I absoutely hate.
"I was just wondering if I can't get you a cab perhaps?"
"The cab is already waiting outside, thank you." I open the front door myself, quckly hurrying to the cab before Samuel decides to come after me.
I don't wnat anyone to know where I'm going. Although, it is definitely not strange for a grieving mother to go to her dead son's apartment.
Its actually funny how I've never even been there when he was alive. To me, it was his playpen, and he still lived with us.
It's everything I would think my son would like when I unlock the front door with the key card I got in his room. Expensive, modern, and classy, the perfect space for a heir who would one day take over his family's empire.
Everything is just wrong right now, but I will make it right, and I don't care what I have to sacrifice for my boy.
I check the Jeffrey boy's room first, going through his underwear drawer. There are some weird thongs in for someone who claimed to be heterosexual. I even know his girlfriend's family. I used to think they looked so perfect.
But Jeffrey is currently throwing Ben under the bus, saving his own ass. What kind of friend does that to a person?
I'm almost scared to go to his room, but he gave me some instructions, and I intend to follow through with them.
I ignore the bed that is not made, because it might make me want to crawl into it like I did in the one back home. Instead, I walk to his closet and open the door that is stated in the letter, and bend down to the space on the bottom, meeting the safe he mentioned. I punch in the code and open the little door, momentarily shocked.
Cash. Lots of it. One thing about my son, he was never an idiot, and he probably used cash for whatever transactions he did that might be considered illegal. No trail back to him.
Which means no trail back to me.
This was Ben's insurance. And he left it to me. I might not be able to clear his name, but I can avenge him.
I take out one stack of crisp one-hundred dollars, and a note falls to the floor. There is only one name on the note. Mario, and an address in Queens.
What could it mean?
I leave the rest of the money there, knowing I'm going to have to move it very soon before Jeffrey's family wants access to the place, and I flag down a cab donwantairs, giving the driver the Queens address.
It's an apartment building, just like all the others in the area, nothing special, and I go to the number that was written down and ring the bell.
A young woman bouncing a baby on her hip opens the door, looking me up and down."You here for Mario?"
"Yes."
She steps aside and lets me enter.
"His door is the last one down the hall, just knock twice."
I do as she unstructs, knocking on the door two times and a skinny boy opens the door, Is he even eighteen?
"You're Caroline Cargill." He says wthout any preamble and steps back when I enter." Ben told me you will come by if anything happened to him."
My mouth literally drops open at the sight before me. On one side of the bedroom there is what looks like experiments for a science fair.
"He also told me you will take over from him for the special discount."
"Special discount?" One never knows what it could be that Ben agreed to. He could be a little unconvential at times.
Mario points his head to the oppsite corner of the room. "Drop your pants, bend down and spread your ass cheeks."
What the hell? That is a very unusual request, but I trust what Ben was doing, so I walk to the bed on shaky legs and do exactly what Mario asked.
Cool liquid gets squirted onto my spread asshole, and I feel the boy behind me, his dick hot on my puckered hole before he pushes it inside.
I gasp silently in pain, not showing this child that what he's doing is affecting me. No, I keep still while he plunders my ass without even touching me, like I'm some kind of sex doll that he purchased online.
He finishes on a groan, and pulls out immediately. This is a transaction, no feelings involved.
I get up on trembling legs, pulling up my pants. I can clean up back at home.
Mario has a brown paper bag in his hand when I turn back around and holds it our for me. "Everything you need is in here. It's free, for now, since this was your first time and because I liked Ben. He was my favorite client."
I don't know what the hell is in the bag, but I'm sure not opening it at home.