Donovan Manor Chapters 7-14 - Sex Stories

Donovan Manor Chapters 7-14

... serious. But she knew he was. She said, “I don’t know. I can’t imagine killing him, or if anything like that happened to him my Dad would be shaken pretty badly. Silenced would be nice, but he’s pretty arrogant. I can’t see him keeping quiet about it if I stop doing it for him. Brock asked what she thought her father would do if he found out his brother was forcing his daughter into sex. She said, “Well first he would probably kill him and then me.” “That would ruin our family.” Brock said, “So the best solution then would be for his silence.” She said, “Yes but there is no way he will go for that.” “Oh I know someone who can be very persuasive.” “Sure like who?” She said. Brock didn’t know how to convince her without revealing a family secret. He knew he couldn’t tell anyone about Uncle Joey in Chicago. His Mom’s brother. Uncle Joey was a mafia King Pen in Chicago, running all kinds of illegal things and making millions doing it and had been for years. He was very well connected. The people who worked for him were very loyal and had ways of getting things done. Getting things done that no law enforcement could accomplish, nor would they condone if they knew about it. That was the reason Brock couldn’t tell her. All these years Brock had only seen his Uncle twice. Once when he was little, and the second time two years ago. Both times the Tatum’s had taken a vacation outside of the United States. That last time he saw his Uncle Joey he had told Brock when they were alone ...

... that if he or his family ever got into trouble and couldn’t see any way out to call him. Brock could tell the way he said it that he meant it. He gave him a phone number to a Deli in Chicago and said if he needed help to call that number and asked for Uncle Joey. Brock said to Jasmine, “I have a family secret too Jas, one that would or could possibly put you in harm’s way if you knew about it.” But believe me your Uncle can be convinced to stop what he’s doing and keep silent about the whole matter.” Jasmine thought about it for a minute and said, “Ok. I want him to stop this immediately and to keep the whole thing to himself. If he ever tells a living soul what he made me do, I want him dead. And I want those pictures destroyed. Brock saw a flicker of hope in her eyes. A flicker he wanted to see burn bright in the days ahead. He said, “Ok, it will be so.” “You go on home now and I’ll talk to you later. Oh, when is he coming again?” “With her head down, she said- Thursday.” Brock said, “Give me his name and address.” “Go on home, I’ll see to it right away.” Brock went inside the house told his Mother he was going to run an errand and asked to borrow her car. She said, “Fine sweetheart, you know where the keys are but don’t be gone too long your dad will be home soon.” Brock went to his room, got in the closet in his secret hiding spot and retrieved the phone number he needed. Then he did as instructed by his Uncle. He took cash to the store bought a disposable phone and went 20 ...