His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

54 Take Off Your Clothes Now!

Now the question is, how do I get this bomb to the Karr brothers' house? Finally, Rita fixed it for me. She found me a large print skirt, which was said to have been sewn by her as a girl. The hem of this dress is so wide that it can hide two children at the same time without being seen.

When Rita helped me with the bomb, a sense of uneasiness and fear came over me. Only then did I realize how dangerous the task was. I have to be careful. If I fail, my body will be buried in this strange land forever.

After we had breakfast, a car stopped outside the house. Daley was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and a gray baseball cap. I saw Rita put a folding wheelchair in the trunk of the car.

Chris opened the door, and I followed Daley into the car. Chris was in the passenger seat, the driver expressionless, and I noticed a bulge on his left waist. This should be the gun.

The bomb strapped to my body made me fidgety and I didn't dare to move my body at will. The car started to drive down a tree-lined boulevard, Daley's head bowed, his hat covering his face. A cold light of silver shot out from under the hat. I looked out of the window and saw two cars following me.

After about half an hour, the car came to a wide meadow. Daley didn't order anyone to get off until two jeeps arrived from across the street. Daley looked up and said to Chris, "Get out of the car!"

Chris opens the door, and he pulls the wheelchair out of the trunk of the car. Daley limps his foot out of the car slowly, then Chris takes his hand and puts him in the wheelchair. His acting was good and he had a pained look on his face.

I felt curious, but still pretended not to know anything. Chris pushed the wheelchair forward. Then a jeep from across the street stopped just five steps away from them. Anyone could see that the driver was doing it on purpose, and Daley's face was expressionless and his eyes were calm. But Chris almost pulled his gun out of his belt.

"Hello, my friend!" I saw the dark-haired man with a dog-tooth necklace around his neck jump out of the jeep. I remembered him as the older of the twin brothers. He looked surprised when he saw Daley in his wheelchair, then quickly sneered at him.

"You don't look so good. Did a bomb break your leg?"

"At least I have another leg!" Daley poker-faced at the Karr brothers. "I hope this money settles things between us."

The driver took a box from the car and opened it to reveal the money in front of the Karr brothers. One of the Karr brothers, a short man, took the box and handed it to two men with guns behind them. They took out a wad of bills and counted them.

"It's real money," a man shouted at their boss.

"Thank you for the money, but I can only guarantee a peaceful relationship for three months at most!" The man with the dog-toothed necklace revealed his rogue nature. "If you still want to save your other leg, you need to pay more."

"I have one more gift for you," Daley said, glancing back at me as I walked over to him with my head down.

"I found this woman on the side of the road. I think she belongs to you!"

The older Karr came up to me. He looked at me carefully. After he recognized me, he raised his hand and slapped me hard.

"B.itch, how dare you run!"

There was blood oozing from the corner of my mouth and a buzzing in my ears. Although he is short, his strength is stronger than that of the average man. I stood where I was, enduring the pain.

"Are we done?" Daley's voice was cold. "You can take this woman home and teach her a lesson!"

"Take this woman to the car!" Said the older Karr to his brother. "Don't put her in the car. Put her in the trunk!"

The younger Karr came up to me, grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the back of the jeep. He shoved me roughly into the dirty trunk and slammed the door shut.

My world went dark, and I curled up in the smelly trunk. The car started up quickly, and I didn't know where they were taking me. The bomb strapped to my body clung to my skin, and I held it as carefully as a baby.

This damn plan is a little beyond my expectations.

The car was so bumpy that I almost threw up several times. When the trunk opened, the light lit up my world again. This time I didn't see any of the Karr brothers. I saw Mrs. Carey's ugly old face.

Did they send me back to the b.rothel?

"Get out of the car!" Mrs. Carey yelled at me impatiently, "Don't waste your time. It's a Big Day!"

I got out of the trunk. Mrs. Carey poked me in the back with her black electric baton. "Come with me!"

I had to follow her. I glanced around when she wasn't looking. The buildings were different from the old White House b.rothel. A large gray-and-white house appeared before me, and tall coconut trees lined the road. Cars were passing behind me. Some cars are parked right outside the big house. I saw a lot of men coming down from the car. They were generally short and dark-haired.

In front of the house there was a wide swimming pool, beside which stood two smoking grills, and three men in chef's hats were busy grilling meat.

Mrs. Carey led me around to the back of the house, where there was a cabin. When she opened the door with the key, I saw several girls putting on makeup. There are two girls I've seen on the boat. They were sold in b.rothels like me.

"Damn Daley! He cost me a lot of girls. You're all I've got!". Mrs. Carey said viciously, "You, go and change. Today is Karr's father's birthday. All the guests are men. Your task today is to serve every man who has needs. Hell, there's not enough of you!"

I was stunned because all the girls who were changing had to wear bikinis. That means I have to take off my skirt. No, I can't take off my clothes now.

"What are you doing?". Mrs. Carey hit me over the head with the electric baton. "Go get changed!"

Holding back my anger, I said to her, as calmly as I could, "Mrs. Carey, I haven't found anything that fits me."

"How can there be no clothes!" She glared at the only sofa in the room. The last pink bikini was taken away by another girl. She undressed in front of us and put on a bikini. Just as I was feeling lucky, Mrs. Carey said to me with a smirk on her face.

"Looks like you're gonna have to get naked, honey!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carey, but I can't just show up naked." I noticed. Carey pressed the switch on the electric baton.

"I said, take off your clothes, now!" The baton vibrated in her hand.