7 - Who is Sophie?
Matlock
A school picture of my Princess was right on top. “Give us the basics,” I ordered Thomas.
“Her name is Sophie Deltoro. Age, 16. Her birthday is August 15. Her parents are deceased, died in a car accident at the age of 1. She has three older brothers named Zach, Kevin, and Caleb. The oldest is almost 18 years her senior and has been her guardian of record since her parent’s deaths. They own and operate World Logistics which was named the top logistics firm in the nation and they control 60% of the ports for North America. Miss
Sophie is about to begin her Sophomore year at St. Andrew’s Preparatory Academy for Gifted Minds. She went to St. Scholastica Prep which is the female-only primary school on the St. Andrew’s campus. She is a straight-A student, with no disciplinary records. She does not attend any extracurricular activities in the school. Recipient of the President’s Award for Academic Excellence every semester since the 1st grade.
A copy of her latest medical report is included. She is up to date with all of her vaccines. She had her appendix removed at age 6, hospitalized for two weeks with pneumonia at age 8, her tonsils were removed at age 10, and she had braces from age 12 to 14. She is allergic to horses, cats, and bees. She has a nut allergy and from overhearing a heated discussion with her brothers last night, does not like Brussels sprouts and cabbage.
Based on the brief observations, I conclude she is naturally submissive and introverted. She does not appear to have a social life or any close friends other than her brothers who are very protective of her. No social media accounts were found. I have a team in place at her home to set up advanced surveillance and a shadow team is on standby to deploy protection at your command.”
“Nice job Thomas,” Asher said, clapping the big man on his shoulder. “She is fucking perfect. Smart, beautiful, and reclusive. Just our type. Dad, I want her,” Asher said, turning to me. “Same,” Zion said. They were very serious as was I. We have had our fair share of women in our beds, but it was clear from yesterday that all three of us wanted this girl more than anything. We became possessive of her from the first look and I know my boys had the same thought as me.
“Boys, I know what we are going to do. I know it is unconventional, but I think it could work. We have always been close. She is perfect for all of us. I want her too. She will primarily be yours and you can train her to be the perfect sub for all of us, but we are going to share her. I haven’t felt this burning desire for a woman in a very long time. I need to have her as much as you do. She will be ours. We will make her ours. We have almost two years to get everything ready. She is only 16. When she turns 18, we will bring her home.” I said with determination and the boys smiled with glee. They agreed with me and we made a pact then and there. Sophie Deltoro was going to be ours.
And so for the next two years, we watched her. We even had some of our younger trainees infiltrate her school to keep a closer watch on her. There was someone in every one of her classes and at least two pairs of eyes on her at all times while on campus. We had a team of highly trained assassins guarding her outside of school and sending daily reports. We had full access to her house with audio and visual components. My boys and I spent countless hours watching our sweet Princess growing up and learning everything we could about her.
One of the most important qualities we learned over the last two years is that she is a natural submissive. She is usually very docile and often avoids conflict, but when she is angered, she can be a bit of a brat.
Now she is eating from my hand and it is still surreal that she is finally here. I dreamt many nights about this day. I am going to spoil her rotten. I do not doubt that she will be a handful for all of us, but it is nothing we cannot handle. We do love a challenge. We learned to keep our guard up very early with her little stunt in her room earlier. The boys will be very strict with her. She will learn the rules soon enough. We just have to be patient with her.
Once we finished our meal, the boys and I continued to discuss the upcoming board meetings. They were still at Excelsior working on their PhD's in Business Management. I graduated from the same institution with 2 PhD’s myself and I am very proud of them. They graduated college in two years as they took advanced courses in high school. I make sure not to say anything about the school; I am the President of the Board and our Princess doesn’t need to know that yet.
We continued to discuss business as dessert was served. One of my men came in and told me there were three trucks filled with the latest shipments outside. Two trucks were full of Mafia stuff and the third truck had things for Sophie. I told him to bring everything into the main living room and we would sort it out from there.
Finally, about twenty minutes later, I decided it was time to take Sophie to the office and have an important conversation with her. I took her hand and ushered her through the corridors. I was walking us to the elevator when out of nowhere I felt Sophie harshly pull her hand out of my grip quickly and she bolts down the foyer. It took me a moment to see the front door wide open.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I shouted as I saw my Princess running straight out the front door.
Meanwhile…
Unknown
I was sitting in my office signing the endless stack of paperwork. The highball glass of bourbon sitting untouched on my desk. A rough knock on my door disturbs my silence.
“Come in!” I shout.
My right-hand man Reggie comes walking in fast. “Boss we found her.” He sounds winded as if he climbed all forty-five stories to this office.
“What do you mean you found her?” I ask cautiously.
“We finally found her. After all this time, she was right under our noses. She lived here in the city the whole time. Her name is now Sophie Deltoro. The brothers were smart, but not smart enough it seems.” Reggie then hands me a folder. I open it and find some papers and a recent school picture of her.
“She has grown up to be so beautiful. She looks just like her.” I said quietly admiring the picture. After all this time, we finally found her. “Get the men. Let’s go get her.” I stand and go to grab my suit coat, a huge smile on my face.
“Um, Sir?” Reggie says uncomfortably. I look at him suspiciously. He is avoiding eye contact.
“What now?”
“Um… There is a slight problem.” Reggie emphasized slight. I huffed because slight means big.
“Explain.”
“Well, it turns out she was taken yesterday from her school.” Reggie rushed out and the look on his face made me think he thought I would hit him. I may still.
“What do you mean, taken?” I asked trying to remain calm.
“Well, sir. It seems Matlock Anderson put a claim on her and as yesterday was her 18th birthday, he went with a small army to her school and just took her. Escorted her right out the front of the building. They took her to his private jet and that is where we lost them. Most likely he took her back to his compound, which we have yet to figure out where it is.”
“Shit” is all I say, seething to my core. I throw the highball glass on my desk across my office. The glass hits the wall and the shards scatter across the hardwood floor.
“I know Boss.”
“Dammit!” I began to pace. I ruffled my hair a bit as I raked it through with my hands a few times, trying to think about everything. “Okay… We have waited this long, we can wait a while longer. Does he know who she is?”
“I don’t think so, Boss. My sources didn’t say anything about the Andersons, but the brothers are furious and looking for blood.” Reggie said shrugging.
“Hmm. Good. Let’s keep it that way. Keep me posted. If anyone can find her, it will be those brothers. Make sure you keep an eye on them. Once they have her, we will get her. Now, get my nephew on the phone. We have work to do.” I sat back down at my desk and looked at the photo in the folder. “Sophie Deltoro. I am coming for you, Princess.”