The Price

Victor sat at a table across from Adonis and Elizabeth, studying the figures on their business plan. It wasn't a bad plan. It was feasible. The big problem was they wanted more financing that a traditional lender would offer to a Black man. And the higher interest rate the hard money lenders would seek would make the transaction unworkable. So he'd have to compromise on the interest rate. Emily was bouncing in her seat beside him. She wanted this with all her heart, but there would be a price.

"It is an interesting proposal," Victor said, taking off his glasses and handing them to Emily. She cleaned them, her eyes sparkling. "The interest rate you need is ... problematic."

Adonis sighed and swore. He thought this was a waste of time. Victor held up his hand.

"I would be willing to compromise on the interest rate. But you would have to compromise something in return."

Adonis arched an eyebrow, waiting for the shoe to drop.

"You have a beautiful wife. You've sired your children with her. She's had other children as well. I, myself, have not. Because I've waited for a moment like this."

Another pause. A pin would be noisy if it fell it was so quiet.

"I'm in possession of your daughter, Elizabeth. She's no mere employee. She'll suck or fuck whenever I want. Isn't that right, Emily?" A long pause. A flushed daughter, who nodded curtly, before staring down at the floor.

"Name your price, Victor," Adonis said, his mouth dry.

"I want to sire my sons. With the mother and the daughter, in the same house. When she is with child, I'll return her to you. And she'll return, when bidden. And in exchange ... you'll find that interest is quite manageable."