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Part 15

Three weeks later, Roger and Serge sat at the bar. Roger motioned Helga to give him another beer. "Weren't you pregnant?" He asked her. She shoved the beer towards him and walked away. "What's with her?"

"She gave your sister a shitload of money. My dad wasn't too happy about it, so she received the beating of a lifetime. She lost the baby. One less mouth to feed." Serge said shrugging.

"Talking about my sister. That's why I asked you to meet here."

"You forgive me already?"

"You screwed up by actually raping her. All I needed you was to stage it so my father would see her like that, thinking she actually wanted it. That way he would've sent her away. Now he feels bad about her and about what happened and wants her back."

"Does he even know where she's at?"

"I might have an idea. But I don't want to tell him. But now he's sick and saying he needs to see her. I'm afraid my inheritance is going to suffer if I don't actually bring her back."

"And what do you want with me?"

"She might be pregnant. That's what her run away note said. She was running away in case she was pregnant."

"I ain't taking care of no kid. Mine or not."

"You should've thought about that before you had sex without protection, you idiot." Roger said, slapping him in the back of his head.

"What about my dad?"

"What about him?"

"He wants his money back. If we find her and bring her back, he's going to want every cent back."

"My plan is for you to marry her."

"What? You must be crazy. I ain't marrying anybody."

"You can have her anytime you want."

Serge thought about it. He took a swig of his beer and looked around. "I don't know. How would you convince her?"

"Pray that she's pregnant. That way she'll have no choice. She won't want my dad to be mad at her for ruining his image."

"And if she's not pregnant?"

"We'll have to kidnap her and drag her back. And we either let Bobby have her or she marries you."

"I'm still not convinced, man. I really don't want to get married."

"You'll have half the fortune just by marrying her. Think about it."

"Now that sounds much better."

"I knew it would be easy to convince you."

"So, where is she?"

"I think she's in my mother's hometown. We'll leave tomorrow." Roger said, slamming some bills on the bar and leaving.

"What did the Thompson kid want?" Bobby said standing next to Serge.

Helga stood close so she could hear. "He wants to bring Deborah back. He might know where she has been hiding." Serge told him.

"What does he want you for?"

"He might need help to bring her back. She might not come voluntarily."

"You better make sure that bitch has all my money."

"He might have something different planned for her."

"What do you mean?"

"He wants me to marry her. I marry her, I marry into the fortune."

"Interesting." Bobby said, rubbing his belly. "Make sure James won't disown her like they did this piece of shit after we got married and I got nothing." He said pointing at Helga. "Or that she'll do it willingly."

"She'll have no choice. She'll either have to marry me or we'll give her to you to do whatever you want."

"Really? I like that idea."

Helga quickly left the bar and ran to the office. There she locked the door and took out a piece of paper. Deborah had called her a week ago and given her her phone number to get in contact with her. She called the number and got the answering machine. "Debbie, it's Helga. They are coming for you. You have to leave!" The door flew open and she hung up.

"Well, lookie here." Serge said, walking in. He grabbed the piece of paper from her hand and handed it to Bobby. "She knew all along where she was at."

Bobby walked towards her and slapped her hard. She fell on the ground. He started punching her and kicking her. "It's like you like it. You'll never learn. And don't think you'll be saving your little friend. She'll be ours one way or another." He spit at her. "Go home!" He walked out with Serge.