Song: Play with fire- Sam Tinnesz

 I really don't know why that I even have to explain myself to him. Anything that happened there happened for a reason.  I can't help that the Governor was a piece of shit. However I know that he wants to hear the details even if he doesn't want to know the truth. "I was to go to Mexico to retrieve his daughter. First of all we don't do rescue missions and no...I didn't fall in love with her. Your friend, Governor Brantley set all of it up. He had his daughter taken hostage in hopes to get rid of her. I assume he was costing him a lot and not just in money. Its election year and she is just in the way with him getting his votes."

"And that is not our problem. You went to get her, did you return her?" he growls.

"I did...but he wanted me to kill her. He offered me three hundred thousand to shoot her right there in front of him. I knew the moment that I did he was going to have me killed. It was all a fucking set up. It was to make him look good. Make his daughter look like shit and of all things make me be a killer. They were going to pin the whole thing on me."

I see the look in his eyes, the disappointment. God I hate when he looks at me like that. "So you killed him and his men?"

"I did what I had to do to survive. Hell I got shot...I could have fucking died doing that job for you."

"Where is she?"

I shrug my shoulders. It pisses me off that I just told him that I got shot and it's like he didn't even hear me. It's like he could care less about what happens to me. "Far away from here. I got her a new ID, got her a trip out of here and told her to never look back."

"You really think that is what she will do?" He slams his hand on the desk and points is finger at me. "How could you fuck all of this up?"

"Me..." I stand up and start pacing the floor. So help me if he wasn't my father I just might shoot him at the moment. "You know what don't give me these fucking assignments...I don't need this shit."

"Well...that is too fucking bad. It's what we fucking do for a living. Speaking of which, I need you to head down to Florida for the weekend." He gets up and walks over to the one folder that is on the floor and he picks it up and hands it to me, practically shoving it in my face. "Go on open it up."

I let out a breath of air and huff. I open it up and glance at the front page. There is a picture of a guy, mid fifties and a detail description about him. The next few pages had the guy in photos with other people; looks like he is making deals with them. Most of the pictures are of him shaking hands or walking side by side other men in suits like they are discussion something. I read up on the information that has been gathered and comes to find out he is a sex trafficking leader. Apparently he started it up several years ago and for some reason the authorities are having a difficult time getting him. Either that are part of the authorities are actually in on the whole damn thing as well. I close the file and hand it right back to him. "I can't do this."

"Mekhi...I did not ask you to do it. I am telling you to do it."

"Why don't you do it? What, you got other big plans...come on...why do you always give me the shit ass jobs?"

"It's fucking half a million dollars to do just to take the fucker out. All you have to do is fly down there." He hands me a piece of paper. "He will be at this address."

I shake my head in disbelief. "You realize it's not going to be just him. He has a whole fucking posse...what you want me to take all of them out and please don't tell me that I have to save anyone."

"Mekhi... I am going down with you. We are going to make it quick. I need you to go with me, this is a big deal and I already said that we would do it."

We....we will do it. We haven't done a job together in a long time. "You got to be fucking kidding me."

"Mekhi...just have your shit together and ready to leave by sun down."

I'm on the jet by sun down...doing exactly what I am told to do. My dad sits across from me with me his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hand. He has this fucking smirk on his face and he feels empowered to be in control. He takes another sip and looks out the window as we take off. Once up in the air he looks over at me and hands me another file. I grab it from him and open it. There is a girl about the age of fifteen, maybe sixteen.

"Who the fuck is this?" So help me, I knew that this was more than what he was telling me. Every fucking time he has a job to do is always more.

"Her name is Emma Foster. Her father is the one that hired us to do the job. Apparently, she was one of the girls taken by Salvador Sanchez men. She was walking down the sidewalk with her mother and they grabbed her like it was nothing. The mother witnessed the whole ordeal and they left her alive so that she would be able to tell her husband what happened. It was like they were getting back, even with him about something."

I knew before even asking him what the hell this was. "Don't tell me...we are doing a fucking rescue mission. When in the hell did we start doing this?"

"It's good money, Mekhi. It's fucking easy money. We have all the details. We know where the operation is. It should be easy go in, retrieve the girl or girls, take out anyone that gets in the way and get the fuck out, simple as that."

"Yeah...that's easier said than done." I stand up and walk over to the bar to fix myself a drink.

"Mekhi it is just a job. I really wanted you in on this. Honestly, I'm not sure that I can do this without you."

"Yeah...about that, look I just like solo missions. I want to get in and out like nothing happened. I don't like doing these rescue missions or whatever the hell you want to call it. You get too many people in the mix and bad shit happens. You taught me better than this."

"You know son...I think you need to sit the fuck down." He glares hard at me and I sit down obeying him like I was that little seven year old boy so many years ago. He sits down his glass and points his finger at my chest. "I fucking started this business long before you were sperm in my scrotum...before you were even thought of. I taught you everything and yes this is not what I taught you but you know what fucking deal with the shit. We were hired to do a job and that is what we are going to do?"

I keep my mouth shut for now. I know I should tell him how it is but something at the moment tells me just to shut up and let it go.