Once John ends the call he rolls over to the bitch. He'd caught the name she called him by as well. If they know that he's John then they likely have his weapons as well. He needs to get them back before anything else. Well, almost before anything else. 

He needs answers and he needs them fast. Fortunately for him there is someone here that can give him some. Maybe not all of them, but some of them at least.

John places his hand around her neck and demands in his coldest voice, "Just who the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you in my bed? How the hell did I get here and why am I naked?" He allows the look that terriffies people to come out. He'd kept it hidden since he was going undercover as Michael.

John allows his hand to relax just enough that the girl will be able to speak. "My name is Kiara, I'm Kurt's little sister. We met at lunch." At her words John's look just becomes even more dark and dangerous. Kiara starts tripping over herself to tell him what he wants to know.

"You were drugged."

"How, I didn't drink any of the wine." John growls out.

"It was in your food. Then Kurt helped me bring you up here. He wouldn't have done that if you had been willing to drink with him earlier or sleep with me like he offered."

"One of the few things my father taught us was to never mix pleasure with business. Alcohol and fucking only after the business is completed, never before."

"Well, that certainly explains why even though you were drugged you wouldn't let me touch you." John looks at her hard and she continues, "You told me to stop touching you or you would kill me. I believed you. Although we are both naked, nothing happened."

"Where the hell are my weapons?" John says after letting silence fall between them for a space.

"In the room safe. It's behind that painting on the wall opposite of us."

"Open it up and move real slow. I have no problems killing you without weapons. If you move slow you might end up alive by the end of things." John tells her and she gulps down in fear at the promise she reads there.

Kiara gets out of the bed moving slowly. She gets the feeling that her companion, she's no longer sure if it's Michael or John at this point, isn't watching her body. She's pretty sure that he's making plans on how to kill her if she doesn't do what he tells her to.

"Once you open the safe, and if there are any alarms you will make sure that they are turned off so we don't get a bunch of armed people rushing in. I would hate to kill in front of you, it might get a little messy."

In that moment Kiara had no doubt that she was right to call him John. 

"How far along are you?" John asks in the silence of the room.

Kiara stumbles and barely catches herself against the wall at his question. She looks at him in fear, "How did you know?"

"My girlfriend was pregnant for a time. I read up on the signs and symptoms. You haven't really started showing yet, but you have started getting the baby bump. So I would say that you are early on yet, not yet done with the first trimester."

Now Kiara is truly afraid of him. "Yes."

John gets dressed and comes over to her. "The safe isn't going to open by itself."

This reminds Kiara that she needs to open the safe for him to get his weapons out. She's so terrified of him by this point that she's shaking as she puts in the code. Once the safe is open she moves out of the way as quickly as she dares to move.

"You might want to get dressed. It will be far more chilly in the halls than it is here. You might not want to show yourself to everyone here."

Kiara looks at him, all fight gone out of her. He can see by the slump in her shoulders that she won't cause him any more trouble. "I can't."

John sneers at her, "Why's that, Kiara?"

"My brother took them with him when he left. He told me that I can't leave until I fuck you."

"Why? Why is it so important for him to have you fuck me?"

"He has a camera set up and plans to use it against you as blackmail."

John does his best to hold in his amusement. "How the fuck would that be blackmail to me? I am known as a womanizer."

"Michael is, but you aren't." Kiara is horrified to find herself answering. She slaps her hands over her face, but the damage is done.

"Hmm, you figured out the truth. Nice, you see my girlfriend called. She heard you on the phone. If you caused it so she leaves me, not even you being pregnant will stop me from killing you slowly and painfully. You understand?" John is more than a little angry at this stunt of her brother's that he's beyond pissed. 

He hopes that Whitney won't hold it against him.

John smiles slowly and the effect on Kiara was such that she wants to be sick. "Let's go," John motions for her to head out the door with his gun barrel.

"But, I don't have any clothes to wear." Kiara says faintly in protest.

John shrugs, "Not my problem. Grab a sheet or blanket from the bed and wear it or wrap it around you. Let's go now."

Kiara having no desire to walk out of the room in the buff hurriedly grabs the sheet and yanks it off the bed before wrapping it around her.

"Who is the father of your child?" John asks only mildly interested in the answer.

"Kurt," Kiara answers too scared of John to not answer him.

John sneers some more. "How can you be sure? He has you whoring yourself for him, how can you be sure that he is the father of your child? It shows you only with your brother's men or business associates when you go to society events. He use you on those people as well?"

"My brother loves me!" Kiara finds the fire to answer him back. 

"Yes, I'm sure he does, after all he got you pregnant. Let's face facts here, Kiara, he's pimping you out. He doesn't love you, at least not like you think he does. When did it all start?" John asks conversationally. He doesn't have much against this girl, at least not now. His ire is against the pig that made his sister into a whore and uses her to get blackmail and rewards to his clients and men. He actually feels bad for the foolish girl. Not enough that he won't kill her if she doesn't do what he says, but enough that she's likely to survive the night at least.

"When I was eight and Kurt was about twelve, we were playing in the sound proof room that was behind a room my father liked to take females to. There's a two way mirror there so people could watch as he or other men fucked someone.

"Kurt was starting to like females at that time and when father brought in a maid to fuck he suggested that we do the same as our father and the maid." Kiara stops in the hall and the blood drains from her face.

"What is it?" John asks only marginally concerned. He's more interested in the fact that it seems that his family wasn't the only mafia family that sexually abused their children. Or at least the father allowed the son to abuse his daughter. He doesn't doubt for a second that the father knew what the son was doing.

"Kurt, he must have gotten instructions from father, because there is no way that he would have known what to do just by watching. You couldn't see father's hands. When he said that it would hurt the first time, he wouldn't have known that either."

"How long ago was this?"

"Twelve years ago."

"There was no way you could have known. He continue sharing your bed?"

"Yes, the first time he gave me ice cream if I would stop crying. That night, he came to my room. The next day he bought me a toy I've been begging my father for. He would always give me something after being with me." Kiara is looking more than a little sick.

"When he asked me to be with someone he would always give me something I've really been wanting. I never questioned him on where he got the money or why he wanted me to have sex with someone of his choosing."

Kiara looks at him and John wishes that he hadn't said anything. The absolute look of devastation hurt him. He's only seen that look once before and he never wanted to see it again.

"How could I be so stupid?"

"You loved and trusted your brother. You thought he would never hurt you or betray you. You were taught that behavior, this isn't your fault, Kiara, but I think that it's time to talk to your brother, don't you?" John does his best to be reassuring, but doesn't think he did a good job when Kiara looks at him or rather through him.

"Yes, let's find my brother." Kiara straightens up to her full height and leads the way to her brother's room. She doesn't bother knocking and just barges right on in.

Her brother was in bed with two females and enjoying himself immensely. He was more than a little irritated by the intrusion.

"Out!" Kiara tells the two whores entertaining her brother.

The whores sneer at her until they look at her and find themselves scared of the female dressed in a sheet. They both scramble off the bed and gather their clothes before running out of the room. They barely even glance at the man that had followed the female into the room. He makes sure that the door is locked when they leave then turns his attention to the brother and sister confrontation.