This story has forced fem, sex and violence.
I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Barry. I had been listening to him all my life. That’s why I get expelled. That’s why after 10 years of trouble with the police my family booted me out. None of them wanted anything to do with me.
I had moved in with Barry after that. His grotty one bedroom flat with a landing complete with junkies was typical of the poverty rampant in Tottenham. I only smoked weed, but Barry had a “get rich quick” idea. He took £5000 worth of coke off our dealer. He thought we could double our money, but he used some of it partying with his other friends. The rest was stolen.
I had told him we had better run. We had no way of paying back Hamish, our dealer. He told me to relax. Hamish didn’t worry him. Hamish was a five and a half foot of angry, English hating Scotsman. Barry was six foot of wiry muscle.
Now both of us were lying on the floor of our flat bleeding over the bare concrete floor. What we didn’t know was that Hamish worked for Frankie Dunn. Frankie is what you could call a "name". If he were around when the Cray’s ruled east London, they would have reported to him.
“Right, you two. What we have here is a predicament. Five grand is sod all to me. It’s the disrespect. If it gets out that you fucked me over, it damages my rep. So, I’m afraid you have to go.”
I had heard stories about Frankie. He was a big guy. He used to box for fun. His favourite torture was to hang you upside down and use you as a human punchbag. There were rumours he crushed a man’s skull with his bare hands.
We were going to die. My nerve went. I grovelled at Frankie’s feet.
“Please Frankie, please don’t kill me I’ll do anything.” I said.
I don’t know what possessed me. I kissed his shoes.
Frankie, Hamish and Paul, Frankie’s muscle, glared down in disbelief.
“Have some fucking pride and die like a man you little prick.”
Barry stood up.
“Frankie. I have your money. It’s at my girlfriend’s house. I’ll get it.”
Frankie’s eyes narrowed.
“Go with him Paul. The pussy stays here. “
I didn’t know what Barry was planning. He didn’t have a girlfriend.
Frankie sat on the bed.
“While we are waiting, I could do with some entertainment. Lick my shoes clean sissy.”
I was terrified. I set to my task straight away. I could hear Hamish and Frankie laughing above me. I kept going until my tongue was drying out. Then Frankie’s phone rang.
“He did what! I hope you sorted it. Yes it’s just come through. OK see you back here in ten minutes.”
I didn’t dare look up. I could hear what sounded like, Barry screaming. Then men both laughed.
“Look at this sissy boy. Your friend tried to run.”
He showed me his phone. Barry was being held half over the railway bridge with a hand on his jacket that was stopping him toppling over on to the track below. The hand released him. Barry screamed and fell. He tried to rise from the track.He was halfway up, then train hit him.
I felt the bile rise in my throat.
“If you throw up sissy, you die here.”
I forced it down.
“Your funny. I could do with a laugh. Paul he’s coming home with us.”
“Right boss. I’ll get the motor.”
On the way to Frankie’s house, he made me sit on the floor behind the passenger seat like a dog.
I had no idea where we were. I saw one sign that said A127. I guessed we were in Essex somewhere.
“What’s your name wimp?”
“T..Terry sir.”
“Sir! Yes, I like that. Keep that up and you may get to live. Can’t call you Terry. That’s a man's name. My dad was called Terry. “
“How about Tami, boss.” Said Paul.
“Perfect! Tami.”
He looked down at me and I trembled. His eye’s said it all. It was like looking into the eyes of a shark. I had seen them on documentaries. A soulless killer.
“What’s your name wimp.”
I didn’t hesitate.
“Tami, sir.”
“Good we understand each other. “
I could hear the tyres crunching on gravel and stone. We were on a dirt road now. The car bounced a few times, then stopped. When it started again, the road felt smoother.
I was dragged from the car and pushed toward two huge doors. The doors looked like they belonged to a castle , not a mansion. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a wide wall about half a mile away. This place and the grounds were huge.
Inside there were marble floors and a huge staircase. I stood there trying ot take it all in.
“I want a massage. Tami has small girlie hands. Take her upstairs and get her ready Paul. You know what I want, right?”
Paul led me up the wide staircase and led me to a well-equipped gym. He pointed me toward a shower and said.
“Clean yourself up. Be quick.”
I got in the showerer and used shower gel to clean myself up . I wrapped a towel around me and stepped back into the gym. I noticed my clothes were gone.
Paul returned. He threw some clothing at me and said.
“Get dressed.”
I looked at the clothes. There was a white nylon tunic style dress. The type that beauticians wore. There was a white lace bra, with small cups, white lace knickers, white tights and white court shoes.
“But, but.. these are women’s clothes?”
Paul looked towards the door. Then lowered his voice.
“This isn’t a fucking game. All the stuff you heard about him is true. I’m a hard heartless killer. He makes me look like a saint. If you want to live, do whatever he fucking tells you.”
We heard Frankie call up the stairs.
“Is she ready for me?”
“Couple of minutes boss.”
As I dressed in the unfamiliar clothing, Paul turned to me and said.
“Never, ever mention his wife.”
Then he left the room.
I stood there in the tight dress and the heels, wobbling slightly as I trembled.
Frankie appeared naked at the door. He lay down on his front on the massage table.
”Get to it Tami. Use plenty of oil.”
I had never given a massage before. I rubbed lots of oil into my hands and started. I rubbed the oil into his shoulders and back.
“Nice Tami. Rub harder. I’m a man, unlike you.”
I pressed my hands into the tight muscles on the back of this huge man.
“That’s better. Oh yes. Now lower. My legs, my arse, everything.”
I silently prayed that I would not upset him. He was built as my father would have said, a brick shithouse.
After five minutes he turned over. To my horror I saw his huge erection. I had turned him on. His cock was wide and long. It was twitching and the head was bouncing off his belly.
“I think I have found a reason to keep you alive. Think very carefully about what you say and do now. I want you to take care of that. You caused it. You take care of it. Do it like your life depends on it. Because it does.”
He let that hang in the air. I filled my hands with oil and slowly worked them up and down his shaft. This was the first time I had touched another man’s cock, but fear overcame my qualms.
One hand gently stroked up and down. The other rubbed the oil into his balls.
“Fuck Tami yes, good girl.”
I quickened my pace. One oily hand concentrated on his huge purple head.
“Faster bitch.”
I leant over so my arms could reach better. My right hand was a blur.
“Oh god yes!”
Suddenly, his huge right hand pushed my head towards his cock. I went to cry out and object, but the head was forced into my mouth. I dare not bite. My life would be over.
Then I felt the first spurt of his warm salty cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but he held me firm. I had no choice but to swallow. It kept coming. He sat up but held my face to his groin.
He was sitting now. I was forced to the floor on my knees. His cold eyes locked onto mine.
“Swallow it all and clean me up Tami.”
I did as I was told. I had fallen this far. On my knees dressed as a woman with a huge cock in my mouth. It seemed stupid to object to anything else. My pride as a man was gone.
When I finished, he grabbed a handful of my blond hair and pulled me up to face him.
“Can I please go now sir?”
“Go Tami? No not now, not ever. You were never a man. I found your role in life. Come with me.”
He dragged me stumbling down the corridor. My unfamiliar heels clicking on the marble. We got to a room with a pink door decorated with gold leaf. He opened it to a huge suite.
There was a four-poster bed with a lacy white canopy. He opened the huge walk-in cupboard. It was filled with designer dresses, tops, skirts, blouses, handbags, boots and shoes. He opened the top drawer of a dresser. Silk and lace underwear exploded out in all the colours of the rainbow. The clothing in this cupboard must be worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.
“This is your room now, well ours.”
I looked at him uncomprehendingly.
“I told you Tami. Your life depended on keeping me happy. You did. I want more of that. I’m not queer.”
I thought well you just forced a man to go down on you, so you are.
“The problem is you just sucked my cock. If I’m not queer, that means you must be a woman. In fact, that means you’re my wife now.”
“Congratulations. You get to live…. For now.”
“Clean yourself and make yourself look pretty. Be downstairs in an hour. I’ll tell you how this is going to work.”
I stood there mute as he left the room. This morning I was twenty-five-year-old man. Now I was to be the wife of the scariest man alive.
What was I going to do?
I started to explore the room. I looked out of the window and opened it a few inches. I could see the wall in the distance. It was hard to judge how high it was. I was guessing twenty foot. This place was like a castle. It must have cost a fortune.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Paul’s voice made me jump.
“Eighteen foot high. Topped with razor wire. You can’t see them, but he has dogs outside the inner wall. They are semi-feral. They will hunt you down and all that will be left are a few bones.”
“Why the hell does he need all this. Why does he want me?”
“Firstly, he has powerful enemies. The walls are just as much to keep them out as they are to keeping his guests in.”
“He has had others here.”
“Yes. Two men tried to muscle in on his protection business. He released them in the grounds and hunted them. The dogs got one. He caught the other trying to climb a small tree he had broke off. He only got six foot up the wall. Then Frankie shot him. The dogs did the rest.”
“Oh my god.”
This was all too real for me. I was trapped here with a sadistic killer.
“As for why you, well he has a thing for girls like you.”
“Girls like me?”
“You know? Trans girls. Ladyboys, whatever you want to be called.”
“But, I’m not…”
I decided to keep my mouth shut. This may be the only thing keeping me alive.
“I had a brother like you. I never looked out for him. Got his head kicked in outside a club in East London. That’s why I’m trying to help.”
I was glad I shut up about not being trans. I may be able to use Paul to escape.
“He wants you dressed as a housewife today. He wants you shaved and hairless too. Follow me.”
He led me to another wardrobe. Not as large as the first but still massive compared to what I was used to. He opened it and stood back.
“If you want to know what keeps him happy, take a look. These are some of the things you’ll be wearing soon."
I gasped. There were pvc catsuits, showgirl outfits, a rubber nurses dress, latex macs, thigh high boots and more. I saw what looked like an authentic policewoman’s uniform. I opened a drawer. It was full of sex toys.
“Listen. He’s going to want to fuck you sometime soon. Are you still a virgin?”
“Yes” I squeaked.
He pulled out an inflatable butt plug and gave it to me.
“When you get out of the shower. Put this up your pussy and inflate it as much as you can. He’s hung like a horse. If you’re not prepared, you will scream the house down. Shower, and I’ll sort you some clothes.”
My “pussy” left me in no doubt what they thought of me. I went into the shower, found a safety razor and set about removing all my body hair.
When I came out my long blond hair was going frizzy as it dried. I searched for a brush.
“No Tami. Don’t brush it out. It looks beautiful like that.”
I looked at Paul and he turned away.
“I mean, Frankie will like it that way. Get dressed after you use the plug. I’ll be back in half and hour.”
While he was gone, I used lube from the drawer and fitted the plug. I wasn’t too bad at first, but as I inflated it, it felt like it would split me in two. Better be ready for when he uses that huge cock on me. I kept going until there were tears in my eyes.
I dressed in the long line bra, which I padded with fake breasts from the cupboard. I put on the full cut, white nylon knickers. These had several rows of lace on the front and back. I remember seeing something like them on my nan’s washing line. A suspender belt and stockings was on the bd for me too. I had a lot of problems getting the clips right.
Also on the bed was a fluffy white petticoat and nylon flower print dress. I put them both on. The petticoat gave me the impression that I had a waist. I definitely had a woman’s shape now. I looked in the mirror and was shocked.
Looking back there was a twenty something blonde 1950’s housewife. Like something out of that old show I had seen on retro TV, “Happy Days”.
“Wow! You look amazing.. er I mean, Frankie will like the way you look.”
Despite my deadly situation, I smiled. All my life I had never received praise for anything. Now for almost the first time in my life, someone was praising me. How fucked up was I, I thought? Smiling at being told I looked good dressed as a housewife about to be given to a psycho killer.
“Put on a little makeup and some perfume and I’ll take you down.”
I obeyed. I had no idea what I was doing with the makeup, but a little lipstick and bit of eyeshadow, took out my rough edges. I would have fancied the woman looking back at me. Not that she would want me. None of them did. I was always to “wimpy” for them. Well, they could have Frankie. He was a “real man” taken to extremes.
“Put those on."
Paul pointed the black shoes on the floor. They had six-inch heels. I tottered unsteadily about the room.
“Come, take my arm.”
Almost tenderly Paul led me down the stairs. I could hear the clicking of my heels echoing through the hallway.
Just before we entered the living room Paul turned to me with a look of genuine concern on his face.
“Just be very careful not to upset him. You seem to have a good survival instinct, keep listening to that.”
I smiled at him and entered the living room. The room was huge. At one end was a full-size bar that would not shame any large pub. It was complete with a jukebox and pool table. At the other end of the room there was a large sofa. Frankie was sitting on it with a beer watching football on the hundred-inch TV.
“You look good woman. Sit down and I’ll tell you the rules.”
I sat one seat away from him, carefully smoothing my dress under me. I felt the straps of my suspenders tug against my stockings. This shifted the nylon knickers which slipped across my cock. This combined with the feeling of the nylon petticoat against my bare thighs was turning me on. I felt so sensuous. These were all new feelings to me.
“I like women with a little extra like you. No one must ever know. You will hide the fact or you will die.”
He let that sink in.
“The only person that knows this is Paul. It must never get out. You will stay here and practice everything feminine. When you see the outside world again, everyone will see a beautiful woman. They will look at us and the men will feel jealous of me for being able to fuck this beautiful woman. The women will be jealous of your clothes and jewellery. That’s power. Making those around you wish they were you. Do you understand Tami?”
I took all this in. I didn’t want to anger him, so quietly said.
“Yes sir.”
In a soft high-pitched voice.
“Paul has explained that escape is impossible, but you can use the swimming pool and the gym. There are no land lines here, all the computers are password protected. So just accept what’s happening. OK?”
“Yes, sir I understand.”
He lent across the sofa, pulled me towards him and shoved his right hand under my petticoats.
“Good, now it’s time I took my new toy for a test drive. Are you a virgin?”
“Yes sir, I am. Please don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t promise that. It’s always painful the first time.”
His hand reached my knickers and eased them over my little cock.
“There it is, your little clitty. What is it?”
“My clitty sir.”
“That’s right. I’ll play with it before I fuck your pussy. It’s not a cock, it’s much too small. Here is a man’s cock.”
I looked down; his cock was standing straight up from his open trousers.
“On your knees.”
I knelt between his legs and slowly licked up and down the length of his cock. Them I reached head and slowly engulfed it. I got half way down the shaft before my gag reflex kicked in. Frankie was groaning. He seemed to be enjoying it.
“Oh yeah! You’re a keeper babe, You’ll be doing this a lot.”
In my mind I was thinking of myself as a woman. Women do this to men all the time. There is nothing wrong with it. Just try to get him off and maybe he won’t want to fuck you.
No such luck. I was just using my tongue to stimulate the underside of the head of his cock when I felt it twitch. Here is comes I thought when;
“Enough. Stand up.”
I obeyed and he led me to a large wooden dining table. He pulled some lube from his pocket put it next to me.
“Bend over.”
As I bent over, he fluffed up the back of my skirt and petticoats. Then I felt my knickers being pulled down. He saw the plug.
“Oh you kinky girl! You found the toys didn’t you. Don’t worry we have plenty of time to explore those.”
He released the valve and I felt it collapse inside me. I felt relief, but knew it would be short lived. He lubed up his tool and I felt it at my entrance. The pain was excruciating as he pushed past my sphincter. I was panting trying to breath through the pain. I did not want to upset him. As he pushed it slowly all the way in I let out a high pitched scream.
“Don’t worry virgins always scream. They do with me anyway.”
I felt his huge balls on my buttocks. I couldn’t imagine how far inside me he must be. Then he started to fuck me. It felt like being fucked with a hot poker. I was gritting my teeth and tears were falling from my eyes.
Then the pain seemed to ease after a while, and I felt an intense feeling of warmth that was spreading out from deep within. He was not being very gentle. As he drove himself into me the table moved across the floor slightly with each stroke.
"Oh god, yes!"
He erupted inside me. I felt his weight as he collapsed on me. At the same time, I felt my cock pumping out a small stream on to my petticoat. The warm feeling had spread over my entire body. I was trembling, but not in fear.
“Well, I enjoyed that, Tami. How was it for you?”
I just lay there gulping down air trying to figure out what had just happened.
I have been asked to finish this story on several sites. This story contains sex and violence
My life continued to get worse. Paul was sent away and I never had him to comfort me. I had no idea when he was coming back. I asked Frankie where he was. All I got was.
"Why are you sweet on him you little slut? Just fucking remember, your my wife now, not his."
He had me dress as a rubber-clad dominatrix that night. I was wearing thigh-high boots, with six-inch heels. He even made me carry the whip. I was dominating no one though. He had me parade around the room a few times, then forced me to my knees.
Before he left, Paul had told me to hang on. He promised he would get me out of this. It was the one thread of hope that kept me going. He told me two things. Never call Frankie queer or gay. That was what happened to his last "wife".
The second was to try and show I hated what he was making me do. He told me Frankie gets off with my humiliation. He said if I didn't show it, he would ramp up what he was doing.
Four days after Paul left I was so tired I barely whimpered as Frankie fucked me bent over the kitchen sink. I was dressed as streetwalker. My heels scraping against the tiled floor, and the slapping as our bodies meet was the only sound that day.
The next day I woke to a man I had never seen before injecting me with something. I screamed and then passed out.
When I awoke I had breasts. They were bandaged and sore. The doctor leaned over and told me how often I had to change my dressings and that I had to wear a sports bra for 2 months.
I screamed at him.
"You fucking bastard. How dare you do this to me."
I scratched his face. He jumped back and said.
"You ungrateful bitch. Frankie wanted double D's. I managed to convince him you could only take C's. Well I'm bloody glad now about what I've done between your legs now."
My hand shot down to the smooth front of my silky knickers. I couldn't feel my cock. He had taken my manhood away. I wailed.
He laughed as he dabbed away the blood pouring from the scratch marks on his face.
"Don't panic sweety. It's still there. I just pushed your balls back inside your body and wrapped your scrotum skin around your tiny clitty. It's stuck between your legs until I release it. Frankie wanted to make sure you had to sit down to pee."
He pointed to two large bottles of pills. You make sure you take those every day. I will be back every two weeks to check on you.
I was left alone to heal for nearly two weeks after that. One of Frankie's men brought me food twice a day.
Frankie came in a few times and made me take off my night dress. He fondled my breast gently, then stroked the flat front of my knickers.
"Lovely, do feel like a woman now? You wait until those hormones take effect, your little clit will shrink and your nipples will grow. I can't wait."
I burst out crying. He smiled and left. I was upset, but I knew now, I had to show how much I hated what he was doing. If I was truthful though, I had looked at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing. As a guy, I was a 4 at best. As a woman, I was at least an 8. I would have dreamed of dating someone who looked like me.
That night Frankie came to my room and folded me in half. My ankles were forced next to my ears as he pumped mechanically in and out of me. He left me to sleep on a large damp patch. I refused and slept on the floor after he left.
The next few weeks were a blur to me. I was numb, just clinging to the hope that Paul would return and rescue me. I was having dreams about him. I don't know if it was the hormones, but the dreams turned sexual. I was a princess, Paul was a knight. He slew a dragon with Frankie's face and we rode off to his castle where we married.
When I woke I found my shrunken cock straining between my legs. It was painful, I had not got hard for weeks. I was nearly at the end of my tether. I would tell Frankie what I thought of him soon, just to finish this.
Frankie told me to dress in a saloon girl outfit. It had a tight red corset, a frilly red and black dress, that had a low back and a high front that showed my frilly black knickers. Under this, I wore black fishnet tights. On my feet were stiletto cowboy boots. The outfit even had a headdress.
I went downstairs and Frankie wolf-whistled me.
"Well don't you look like a pretty picture? Are you feeling feminine tonight? Well, you will by the end of it."
I shot him a look of pure hate. I just managed to stop myself from telling him what I thought of him. He was gay, but he was so far back in the closet that he forced others to experience it for him. He was a bully that could not admit to anyone what he was, so he dragged everyone else into his perverted world.
My instinct to survive won out. He had me on my knees while his bodyguards watched. My headdress was knocked to the floor as used my hair to force his cock down my throat. I think my outfit or my attitude must have turned him on. Thankfully he only lasted a few minutes.
"You look disappointed Tami. Don't worry we're only just getting started. I have decided I'm going to have all the male fucked out of you tonight. Just keep thinking feminine thoughts."
His bodyguards Dale and Titch dragged me to the kitchen table. I could not resist them as they bent me over. Dale dropped his trousers and aimed his fat cock at my sore throat. Titch yanked down my knickers and plunged hard into me.
I shook free from Dale's cock and yelled.
"Stop you bastard."
Frankie was watching it all.
"We're only getting started girly. You will never think of yourself as a man again after tonight. Then I'm getting the doc back to finish what he started. Your balls are going first."
I struggle to get away from the men who were spit-roasting me. It wasn't going to happen. Even before the hormones, I would have been too weak. I was vulnerable. They could use me as they wanted. They were stronger than me. In a way, Frankie had succeeded. This must be how many women feel around big aggressive men.
The kitchen was filled with my choking coughs and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Dale came first, and I struggled to breathe as he shot his load down my throat.
Titch finished and I collapse onto the cold tiled floor. It was over.
"You're a mess bitch go and clean yourself up. I have ten of my best dealers coming in to help with your training in an hour."
That was it. I had had enough.
"You fucking prick. You can't face what you are can you? You destroy other people because you can't admit that you're gay. Just face it, you're gay. It doesn't make you less of a man."
You could have cut the air with a knife. The bodyguards just stared at the ground afraid to talk.
I heard the front door close and Paul walked in. He looked tired and was sporting a beard.
"What's going on?"
"This little cum covered faggot is accusing me of being gay. I tried my best. Got her tits and helped train her to show her what she really was."
His cold tone and angry stare told Paul all he needed to know.
"Well, I failed, just like last time. Paul it's time to feed the dogs."
"Frankie no, you can't do this. "
"Dale, Titch, put him down." Frankie snarled.
What happened next was blurr. Dale lunged at Paul. Paul turned sideways and kicked him hard in the throat. Dale collapsed, choking. Titch who was anything but small pulled a flick knife from his pocket. He raised it over his head and then stabbed it down towards Paul's jugular.
Paul blocked it with a cross block and twisted the knife into Titch's throat. Titch looked surprised as his blood sprayed over his shirt, then slowly sank to the floor.
Frankie stood a few feet from me now, pointing a pistol at Paul.
"Well, then Paul. You finally showed me your colours. I honestly thought you wouldn't come back from Columbia. It's a pity you have to die, you were proving useful."
"Frankie, you owe me. I have two million in the car. You can have it. Just let us go." Paul said.
"Why? I shoot you, feed her to the dogs. I still get the money."
"I risked my life for you in Columbia. I have paid you back for helping me get the men who killed my sister. We're even."
"Oh, your queer little brother you mean. That was me. I wanted you to work for me, so I had him killed and came to you with a couple of dealers' names that tried to cheat me."
I saw Paul's face twist into a mask of rage and hate.
"You made me kill two innocent men, you fucking monster."
Frankie raised the gun.
"I always wanted to see the look on your face when told you that. You're a good boy, aren't you? You only kill the bad guys."
Frankie was standing over me now. I took my chance. I slammed my stiletto heel into Frankie's knee. He staggered and aimed the gun at my head. The few seconds were all that Paul needed. Both men struggled and grappled for the gun.
A shot sounded, deafening me in the confines of the kitchen. Frankie crumpled to the floor. He grabbed at Paul's clothes as he fell. It surprised me that such a large man would be felled by one bullet.
As I stood I saw the bullet had hit his heart. I was happy about that. I just wished he could have suffered more.
"Are you OK?" Paul said.
"No, but thank you. Can we go? Ten of his dealers will be here in less than an hour."
"Yes. Go upstairs and grab some clothes. Women's clothes. Pack a case, they may come after us."
"Women's clothes? Why."
"For a start Tami, you don't have any men's clothes. You have breasts now. You will attract attention if you try to look like a man. Lastly, a man and wife are less suspicious than two men."
It made sense. Sort off.
"Quickly Tami. Meet me down here in 15 minutes."
I rushed upstairs and showered the mess and blood off me in three minutes. I change into a long black skirt, a blue polar next jumper, and some two-inch heeled boots. These were the lowest I could find. I stuffed the least outrageous underwear and clothes I could find in a case and hurried downstairs.
I could smell gas.
"Good work Tami, now quickly before the dealers get here."
Paul broke open a lighter he found in the hall and poured the fluid on the hall carpet. He lit the carpet alight and we rushed to his vintage Jaguar.
As the security gate opened we heard an explosion. The sky lit up like daylight for a few seconds then night returned to the country road ahead.
"What will we do now Paul?"
"We will have to keep a low profile. I'm going to have to ditch the car. I have a few fake IDs. So that won't be a problem We'll buy a second-hand car and head up to Scotland."
"Why Scotland?"
"Frankie had a lot of contacts. I think his empire will dissolve when all the parts start fighting for control. We still have two million of their money. That makes us a target."
He said we. We have two million. This man had saved my life and was willing to share his money with me. My heart melted. My dream of being rescued had come true.
"I understand, but why Scotland?"
"I have a friend from the army who is now a Scottish Laird. He needs a gamekeeper. How do you like the idea of posing as a gamekeeper's wife? We will have to lay low for a couple of years at least."
I smiled at him. It wasn't so bad being a woman. I loved how pretty I looked. I owned this man so much and wanted to please him.
"So, does that mean I'm your wife now then Paul?"