CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 16

WILLIAM JOHNSON

WILLIAN JOHNSON LISTENED CAREFULLY to everything his private detective said:

— Sincerely Mr. Johnson, everything he does is meaningless...

— I think so, Robert — said Willian in a defiant tone — it just doesn't seem logical...

That douchebag doctor is up to something — he thought for a few seconds...

— Did you do what I asked of you?

— Yes, sir, the order is ready, we are just waiting for your authorization.

— Just wait a few more days, I'm solving a personal problem and after that I'll put my plan into practice.

William Johnson had been suffering with his kidney for some time, and after he went to a trusted doctor, he found that he would have to have a transplant urgently, his concern got even worse, he didn't want to die without first realizing his big dream.

Fulfill your grandfather's dream, to create a perfect humanity, without weak, religious and poor people...

As much as William Johnson had all the money in the world, influence and power, he would have to wait a long time for him to be served, but one thing he didn't have at the moment was time.

WILLIAN HAS HIRED SILVIA REYS, a gorgeous blonde, pornographic film actress and private prostitute for his ungrateful son, Victor, to get a kidney from some sucker who fell for his lip.

That same night she met Juanes Casanossa.

At first, Silvia liked Juanes very much.

When she lay with him, she entered a world of pleasure she had never experienced in her life, even in her vast sexual experience with the main actors in the business, for the first time she felt truly possessed by a man.

After the night she'd had with Juanes, she had no doubts, she wanted to live with him forever, but she needed that kidney to pay off her debt to Victor.

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SILVIA REYS WAS BORN IN BROOKLIN and left on the doorstep of a black family when she was just three months old.

As a child, Silvia was rejected by everyone, for being a white, blonde girl in a black neighborhood.

Over time, she got used to being rejected by everyone, after all, she didn't even accept herself for being white.

Silvia grew up to be an extraordinarily beautiful and smart girl, but by bad luck, she fell in love with Raoul Ramirez, a naturalized American Mexican who took her into the billionaire world of pornography. Before long she was one of the leading actresses in her field.

In addition to recruiting girls for the films, Raoul also worked in drug and girl trafficking.

When Silvia learned of this, her life began to take a great risk.

Silvia was sitting on the roof of the building where she lived, just admiring the stars when Raoul appeared like a ghost.

At first, it had everything to be another romantic night, but after Raoul had snorted a line of cocaine — Silvia knew that when he was high he was uncontrollable and violent.

That day was no different.

Raoul grabbed Silvia by the neck and was already on the edge when Raoul suddenly lost consciousness.

Victor Johnson emerged from the shadows with a metal pipe in his right hand and asked:

— Are you okay? — he asked darkly.

It took Silvia a few seconds to recover from Raoul's tantrum, but she still didn't know if that stranger's presence was good or bad.

— Of course... of course... — she took a deep breath trying to think of something — if it weren't for you... I... thank you — she said finally.

— Sorry…but…what's a girl as beautiful as you doing here?

— I...

— Excuse the rudeness… let me introduce myself first — he extended his hand — I'm Victor Johnson, what's your name?

—Silvia…— she extended her hand to greet him — Silvia Reys.

— The porn star?

She nodded a little embarrassed.

— Sorry for the way I acted, I'm your biggest fan, I never imagined that one day I would come across you, even more in a situation like this, I think it was the heat of the moment.

— Thanks.

— Thank you? I save your life and you just say thank you? I want much more...

— But...

— But nothing... you, from now on, will be mine, you'll do everything I say, whenever I want, otherwise... I'll tell the police about you and that animal.

Silvia looked at Raoul knowing he wasn't a bad character, and would rather have died in his arms than be a slave to a madman, after all, Victor Johnson's fame was never very good.

Victor grabbed Raoul and dragged him to the edge of the building and threw him.

— Let's get out of here, what happened here has no turning back.

Silvia nodded.

Over time, Silvia got used to Victor's eccentricities, but he had a good side too, he was too generous, he gave her a luxury apartment in Manhattan, a new Lincoln car, he took her to the best parties of high society, just to sleep with him every night. She'd fucked so many men for money that being a millionaire's private hooker wasn't such a bad deal.

ONE AFTERNOON, SILVIA HEARD THE BELL RING.

When she answered, he was a man of about fifty — five years of age, very good — looking, not handsome, but he had a presence that even the President of the United States would respect.

— Nice to meet you, Miss Reys, I'm William Johnson, father of Victor, may I come in?

Victor had never mentioned his father's name, but after Silvia saw the document with his parents' names, he realized he had hit the jackpot, but for a moment he thought his luck had run out.

Silvia opened space and William entered.

— How can I be of use, Mr. Johnson?

— My son recommended you to do a little errand for me.

— Little service? Like this?

— Yes... I need a human organ, and you'll get it for me, if you can, I'll give you a better apartment than that, and you'll still have a lifetime salary until the last day of your life.

— But...

— No but Miss Reys, if you don't accept, I'll be forced to kill you, because nobody but my doctor knows this fact, not even my son knows why I'm here, he just told me to look for you if needed something.

— But I...

— Have you never done this? — This I know, and it's one of the reasons I want you to do this, and another, I believe two million dollars will be enough to put you at ease and away from my son.

— Did you say two million dollars?

— Plus a lifetime salary of two hundred thousand dollars a year.

William Johnson held out a briefcase and opened it. Silvia's eyes had never been so bright.

— Here's a small portion to help you do the service and a private cell phone for me to contact you or vice versa, there's a single number in the directory, when you get my Rim, I want you to call me.

— Of course, Mr. Johnson.

— I want you to remember one thing, I am very generous with talented and competent people, but extraordinarily fair with incompetent and treacherous people.

Silvia felt an iceberg in her stomach from such fear. She was on cloud nine when she took to the street in search of her new adventure.

After Raoul died, Silvia never felt sexual attraction to anyone again, but Juanes had something more that other men didn't.

His eye gleamed at the sight of her... it seemed like dreams radiated from him...

WHEN JUANES WAS ASLEEP, Silvia gave him a heavy sleeping pill and a good amount of morphine. She called William and in less than ten minutes she had a person with surgical equipment ready to remove the organ.

— Are you going to kill him?

— Mr 'J' wants you alive, in case you need any more organs.

After he had done the job, Silvia helped him get him into the tub and threw ice over him.

Before leaving, he left his cell phone beside him with a message.

Forgive me... I love you... Silvia...