If you are to make your move, you need to be careful. If one of the goons gets wind of your plan, it’s over. You need to take both at once, or be very careful taking one first.
But if you do, you can surprise them by hiding in plain sight. If you were to “escape”, one of them would have to look for you, while the other informs Mrs. Wright. And if you are the one that informs her, that gives you plenty of time to save your mom.
Fortunately, you got an excellent tool – and you have to thank Quentin for it. You can test their loyalties by figuring which of them will accept a quickie with you. (Who said you’re not using your wits, "Mom"?) You deliberately step into the door, hoping one of them sees you.
And of course, one of them does. “Miss Wright! You heard your mother. You can’t leave the house.”
“Aww!” you groan like a spoiled kid. (Which is what Quentin seems to play her as.) “I’m bored!”
“Sorry, miss. Boss’s orders.”
You execute your next step by giving him a flirty glare, running your nail on his cheap yet well-maintained suit. “Mom only said I couldn’t get out. How about you convince me to stay in?”
“Miss...”
“Did Mom ever told you I get horny for hitmen?” you whisper in his ear as you grab his balls. “I hope that’s another gun you’re storing there – because I want to see what you’re packing.”
“Miss...”
“You seriously haven’t thought of what would be to sleep with your boss’s daughter?” You toy with his mind as you challenge his loyalty (and his brain) with your wiles. “You don’t have to tell Mom you slept with me – but if you tell her you found a way to keep me in, you’ll surprise her. Maybe even scale in the ranks. Hell – maybe stick it over to the other loser over there. Or you want him to accept?”
That was an extraordinary assault to his ego – or so you think – because he leaps to the chance. "Damn, woman – you drive a hard bargain.”
“Bargain?” You nibble on his ear, and you feel him melt. “I’m handing you a jackpot.” You step back, growing very serious. “But we gotta deal with the other guy.”
“Tony?” His excitement begins to falter. “Yeah. If he doesn’t see you, he’ll complain to the boss. But if he sees us--”
“Then we gotta deal with him. Maybe distract him or something, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but how?”
You smirk, giving him a peck on his lips. “Wait for me upstairs. I’ll handle him.”
He must be really desperate, because he follows your orders to the hilt. With one “down”, you only need to catch the other – Tony – unaware. Fortunately, you still have one of the black pens with you, and you only need the skin.
Thus, you approach him, greeting him with a sultry tone. “Hey, handsome.”
“Miss,” he says in a rougher mood. “Stay where you are.”
“Aye-aye, sergeant!” You mock-salute him, using scorn and ridicule rather than seduction. “You know, I was getting a little bored. You really won’t let me out? Not even if you accompany me?”
“The boss said to keep you here,” he states very plainly. “She must’ve thought about you doing this.”
You loom closer, acting offended. “Mom’s no fun! Always business, no pleasure. Don’t tell me you’re also like this!”
“She signs my paycheck,” he replies. “Don’t want to get in trouble with her.”
“Don’t worry.” You draw the black pen and click it before he could even react. “When all of this ends, you won’t even know what happened.”
As the skin plummets, you move towards the guest bathroom, locking the door. You undress, but you figure wearing this guy over Cassie will make everything quicker. He’s not handsome by any means – Tessa probably expected Quentin would leap on them if they were – but he’s built to rough up someone, and the scars on his waist, chest and arm show that.
As you lift his waist towards yours (fighting with Cassie’s wider hips), you notice something strange. Half your body is Cassie’s, with her perky breasts swallowing your attention, but your lower body is that of a man, and his thing – average, you’d gauge, at least compared to Quentin’s and yours – is slowly stirring into life. How could these pens make it so that the skin senses your arousal and react accordingly? Aren’t penises supposed to--?
You stop that train of thought before it consumes you, because you have little time. Who knows what Tessa must be doing to your mother inside her study?
You slide your arms on his, and you feel how your chest is briefly compressed before it disappears, much like your own penis disappears when you lift Cassie’s groin into yours. (And you're cursing that Quentin's curiosity is overwhelming you, because it’s making it harder.) As you pull your face into his and look at yourself in the mirror, you try to evoke that hard, no-nonsense attitude your temporary disguise musters.
“You’re large and in charge,” you tell yourself. “Don’t let that idiot get over you.”
As you finish dressing, you feel a knock on the door. You figure it must be the other guy, so you attempt something daring and desperate – you punch your face, hard, until you feel only pain and your nose bleeds.
You open, rubbing his face while muttering a half-hearted curse. “Dammit...” In effect, you see the other guy, and you quickly seize the initiative. “Where the hell were you!?"
“I should say the same thing!”
“That little twerp played us!” You push him away, hoping you overwhelm him like you did before, but with fear rather than seduction. “Don’t tell me she...?”
“She played us, man!” He grabs your shoulders, prompting you to shove his hands away. “You idiot!”
“Look who’s talking!” You press forward, snarling at him. “I tried to stop her but she knocked me out! Why weren’t you there!?”
You see him falter. “I... I thought she was gonna--!”
“Forget about it. You fucked up, you find her. I’m gonna tell the boss--”
“The way I look at it, you were the one that fucked up. So let me tell the boss and you--”
“If I show the boss she hit me, she’ll know I’m being serious. Meanwhile, you weren’t on your post when you should have. If she asks you why you did nothing, what’re you gonna tell her?”
His silence is enough to prove he’ll comply. And thus... “Go look for her. She must be close – she couldn’t have gone that far. Check on the other house--” (That would be the house where they “store” the escorts, Quentin tells you.) “--or on the streets. Don’t let her go.”
“R-right...” He dashes away, and with him distracted, you can proceed with the next step of your plan. You finish dressing, cleaning up some of the blood (is it yours, his, or whose?) and move towards the study, ready to knock.
But something makes you pause. You can hear what they’re saying. And it seems you’re a tad too late to avoid your mom screwing up. “...and that’s why we’re here.”
“Interesting,” you hear Tessa say as you lean closer to the door. “Quite the tale, Mrs. Anderson. You do understand you have to pay for everything you’ve done.”
“I know.” Shit! It’s too late! “I don’t care what happens to me, but as long as my family’s safe...”
You’re about to knock, ready to take Tessa down, when you hear her voice grow very comforting. “A mother shows her true side when her children are threatened. Is that what you wanted to do? Appeal to my maternal side?”
“I just don’t get it. Why would you--? I mean, I stole your daughter’s life, but--”
“You seized an opportunity, Mrs. Anderson. My daughter showed all the signs of a homewrecker, and you taught her a lesson – she stole your marriage, you steal her life. But I’m intrigued. What were you trying to ask me about?”
“Why would you give your daughters to those men? I couldn’t. They’re my children.”
“They lacked guidance, Mrs. Anderson. Like I said – Barbara had a future but no ambition. Cassandra didn’t even have a vision. And you... Well, you know her flaws. What I did was give them to people I thought would give them a better life. But it seems I judged wrong. Mr. Lachlan only thought of his revenge, and hesitated when your husband engaged with her. You, on the other hand, think of a future. You fit my daughter more than Mr. Lachlan ever did.”
“You... really believe it?”
“Indeed. I tested Trevor, and he failed me. I couldn’t care what he does. And I feel you deserve a second chance – I may be cruel, but also fair. You may keep my daughter. But I need something in exchange.”
“Don’t tell me you--”
“They’re not your family anymore, my dear. I am. And because of that... I will decide what I shall do with them. But worry not – I reward ambition and wit. I shall think of a suitable punishment for your son, but--”
That all but confirms it. Tessa’s going against your family, and your mother will be forced to watch how she destroys it. This is what you came for – to save Ashley’s family.
Thus, you knock. Hard, so that they could listen. And when you hear Tessa calling, and the door unlocking, you lean in and try to distract her. “Ma’am, there’s a problem.”
“What problem, Mr. Scaccia?”
“Your daughter,” you say, very gravely. “I tried to stop her, but she--”
You see your mother grimace in panic, while Tessa remains coldly calm. “And?”
“I sent the other guy to check – he thought he’d sleep with her, distracting him. I told him to check everywhere he could. We’re gonna need backup.”
“Certainly.” For a brief moment, she looks at her drawers, giving you the chance to draw the black pen. You gauge the moment to fire it at her. “I’ll call Donatto and tell him--”
But then, the other guy appears, breathless. “Tony, I couldn’t find her. She’s gone.”
Tessa has her phone, and if she makes the call, it’s game over. But if you turn Tessa into skin, you’ll be in trouble with the other guy.
You look at your mother before making your move.
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