“See, that’s a reasonable boy.” Gordon commented.
“Oh Gosh, Emma…”
“She hated her mother anyway. I mean, let’s be real here, Candace has always been a real bitch.”
Rest in peace!
“Ok. We’ll keep our mouth shut. We’ll leave now. There is a neighbour who saw us leaving the house and my brother knew we were here but those are things that I can manage… As long as, indeed, for the rest of the world, nothing had happened here tonight.” I finally said.
“I can deal with the body myself, but for the car, I’m going to need your help. Someone will have to drive me back here.”
I looked at the time.
“Mary had a 10 hours shift, she’ll be back home at 3:30am, 4am top. We don’t have much time.”
“3 hours is more than enough. I’ll drive Candace’s damn car. You’ll just have to follow me.”
“What if we get caught?”
I felt stupid right after asking the question… Who was I? A kid smoking a joint in his room with his mates.
“By whom? It’s the middle of the night in an old conservative town. Who will notice two basic cars passing by? In a few days, when people will start to wonder about Candace’s disappearance, nobody will be able to remember anything…”
“Damn, how many bodies have you buried?”
“Listen White, if we get caught, then we’re over! It’s as simple as that. I’m trying to avoid a nationwide scandal and a prison sentence, — if I may, you’re not helping a lot — but this is not a risk-free game. I cannot ensure success.”
“Talk about a game…”
“Again, if you have a better solution, I’m all ears.”
I could have discussed for hours, but we had very little time and the adrenaline was running high.
Thank God I did not have to take care of the body myself. All I had to do was to drive for a couple of hours and to bring the Mayor back to his place.
That was manageable. Right?
The twins got in the car with me and we followed Gordon in mostly countryside’s roads. I wondered if he was not ratting us out to the police.
“Should we call the police ourselves?” I asked the twins. “He’s right in front of us in that car, her wife’s body is on the floor of his home. He might be trying to double-cross us.”
“I don’t know, dad, we’ll do what you think is best.” Jacob said.
He was sitting next to me while Aaron was in the back seat.
I held Jacob’s thigh. That was very inappropriate but given the circumstances, really, who cared?
“There were cameras in his place. I saw one in the corner of the ceiling while I was… I was watching you with him.” Aaron told his brother.
“I’m so sorry, guys… We should have never gone there tonight…” I said, semi-crying on the wheel. “You should not be here with me.”
“It was my fault, dad… I screwed-up with Emma. I knew her family. Granted, I did not know HOW crazy they were, but I put us all in this mess…” Aaron spoke.
“I was the one who volunteered to go this morning. Truth is, I wanted to get fucked by Gordon. We’re all in this together.” Jacob summed- up.
Aw. The White family’s spirit! How nice.
In the end, we did go through with the plan.
Gordon did not tell on us, and we did not tell on him. He was right on one thing, if one of us would go down, we would all go down together.
To this day, I have no idea what Theodore did to get rid of the body.
All I know is that neither he, nor I, got arrested. At least, not yet. Candace Gordon’s disappearance remains a mystery for the rest of the world.
See, miracles are real!
The police figured that she left her D.C. office around 8pm and decided to come back home instead of going to her hotel.
Candace’s car was found on the bank of a river 24 hours later. The passenger’s seat window was shattered. Her purse and personal stuff were missing.
The river was searched inside and out but, of course, there was no body to be found.
Theodore did act the role of worried and deeply saddened husband to the perfection.
That man was a legit monster: he even used the story and media attention to improve his popularity and defend his conservative views on carrying guns and his theory on the country, becoming too violent, all because of the migrants.
The nerves of this guy!
I guess that, in a way, Gordon had been lying all his damn life. His brain was probably just wired this way at this point.
I have no idea how the twins managed to cope with the whole thing.
Jacob and Aaron just went on with their lives as if nothing had happened. Aaron going as far as, by the end of the summer, going back with Emma and officializing her relationship with her.
The jock literally went back to dinner in the psychopath’s house! Mary and I were even invited for lunch later.
Most awkward couple of hours of my life. And you know I had done some cringy stuff before!
Ironically, Mary was maybe the most shaken-up of the family about his entire thing. Before going to bed, she would bring up the subject often.
“How some people can go after someone like Candace Gordon, this is simply terrifying!” She was saying.
“Who could do such a thing? Attacking a woman alone in her car!” I would concur.
“And the fact that we have no idea where she is… Oh Gosh… I don’t know how the Mayor does it… Living with that much uncertainty, and the young Emma… Going to College with those worries filling up her mind… I hope Aaron is good to her.”
“I’m sure he is a perfect caring gentleman. You have raised a fine man, honey.”
In the end, the main reason why covering up the death of a potential future governor could not pollute my brain too much was that I had a lot of other things to keep busy with.
Surprisingly, the world did not actually stop spinning and the problems that I had before this “incident”, were still very much existing.
First, my boss had apparently loved my performance as a dominant top. I would say he even loved it a bit too much.
In the midst of everything, I had sort of blacked out the fact that I had indeed fucked Johnson over his desk to keep my job – and my secrets safe — a few days before.
And now, Mr. Johnson was relentless! He kept on requesting one-on-ones with me, he wanted to understand what he had to do so we could “play” again. He would even call me “Sir” when it was just the two of us!
“Should I threaten to fire you again, please, Sir? What should I do?”
I had to avoid him at every corner. He was so obvious about it.
Paradoxically, sometimes, he would totally switch gears and would tell me stuff like:
“Matthew, I swear, if anything regarding what happened would come out, I would turn your life into a living Hell!”
Freaking weirdo!
Second, Terrence’s being a daddy did not fulfil him as much as we could have hoped. The delivery of the child had been a bit rough, and his wife Caroline was not ready to welcome his XXL dong back in her pussy.
I mean, who was surprised with a cock that humongous?
You know how the good Terry operates. He did not want to cheat on his loving wife, but to compensate, he was persistent on using a “good fag” instead… That was not really cheating, you see, since the cock-sucker would be a guy.
No strings attached.
And by a “good fag”, he obviously meant Jacob. Terrence was bugging me to “use him again”, so much, that I was afraid he would bring some more attention onto us. As if we did not have enough of that already!?