Andre Spiros gazed at the faceted piece of carbon in his fingers and pondered how things changed under pressure. This bit of carbon had been subjected to tremendous amounts of for millions of years before being pulled from the earth, cut and shaped, and becoming this expensive diamond.
In a philosophical mood, he considered how people responded under pressure. There were those he had known - partners in business ventures or well-compensated employees - who had responded quite differently under pressure when the investigations began eight years ago.
There was Angelo Ferucci, who refused a deal from the U.S. Justice Department that would have kept him from losing his modest wealth under the Racketeering Influence and Corrupt Organization Act. They didn't have evidence to try Angelo, but if he was cooperative witness, they would forgo the clause in the RICO act that allowed them to confiscate anything earned from illegal enterprises - even if the owner was innocent.
But Angelo would not touch and soon found himself out of his shuttered warehouse and distribution business and at the wheel of a delivery truck. But he made do and his family stayed intact. To Angelo's surprise, Andre contacted him after the latter's prison sentence was finished. Angelo had assumed that Andre was flat broke and offered to help him if he could. But the bulk of Spiros's fortune, well-hidden from the sight of the FBI, Interpol, and other such agencies, was flourishing.
Angelo didn't wish to return to his old life and told Spiros, whom he thought was dirt poor, that if he could save enough he would open a pizzeria and indulge in his hobby as a business. A week later, Angelo found a deed to a restaurant and a nice business account set up for Angelo's Pizza. Through his lawyer, Herman, Andre received a card for a lifetime of free pizza from the now-quite popular establishment. It was a lovely gesture although Angelo didn't know that Andre could never return to the US.
In the case of Nolan Becker, he didn't have much of a fortune to lose. He was fairly low-level - a courier. But like Angelo, he stayed loyal to "Mr. Spiros" and lost five years of his life in prison. Although Andre was still incarcerated when Nolan was released, arrangements had already been made and Nolan found himself in a comfortable if not lavish apartment in New York City with a comfortable monthly stipend.
Thus established, the man was free to indulge in his lifelong love of museums of every type. He purchased upper-tier memberships to the prestigious places such as the American Museum of Natural History and the best art galleries. All the same, he also liked to haunt the more arcane collections and the basement exhibitions in SoHo and the like.
Along with his eclectic tastes in art, science, and history, Spiros also knew of Nolan's female interests which covered from the very young to his own middle age. Following an ugly divorce from an unfaithful wife, Nolan's problem had always been with his confidence in women of his own age. Spiros had entertained the idea of sharing some of the videos of daughters who became the victims of his vengeance upon their fathers - even having eight year-old Naomi shipped to the man for a few days - but Nolan was more of the gentle sort who would have been horrified.
Turning the diamond in his fingers to catch the sunlight in its many angles, Andre considered other stresses. Scott Landauer had been a business partner who had aided in Andre's prosecution - not from pressure of law enforcement but from his sense of opportunity. Together, they had dealt with the sale of blood diamonds.
These were diamonds illegally mined in Africa, often under forced labor, for the purpose of funding militias and civil wars. Being a man who rarely let a sense of guilt get in the way of what he wanted, Andre was not bothered by the history of the stones. Throughout history, there were those who exploited and the masses who were exploited. No United Nations and multi-national benefit rock concerts were ever going to change human nature.
In fact, he took great humor in the politicians and celebrities who spoke about blood diamonds. These self-exalted creatures appeared on television to display their concern while wearing clothing made in Southeast Asian sweatshops, drinking expensive coffee harvested and prepared by underpaid lower class workers, and sent their tweets and Instagram messages on phones made in Chinese factories under near-slave labor conditions.
Andre's interest in the diamonds had been purely business. But Scott seemed to take amusement that the finances from them served to keep blacks in Africa at each other's throats. It inflated the man's already formidable sense of his own superiority.
While Spiros was in prison, Scott's wife, whom Andre remembered as a woman with a lovely personality, gave birth to a daughter. While she was pregnant, Scott had begun an affair with another woman and decided to ditch his wife. The unsuspecting woman was served with divorce papers and quickly found herself on the receiving end of vicious smears that left her destitute and - far more appalling to her - banned by the courts from any contact with her baby girl.
The harassment still continued after the divorce with background checks for minimal jobs showing bogus arrests. These and other such abuses were simply an amusement for Scott and his new wife, Candace, and eventually drove his first wife to suicide.
The daughter, Amber, was now a girl of four. Through investigations, Spiros learned that she was largely a trophy child - Scott and Candace's interest in her during the divorce had been more of a conquest than a desire for the girl. She was largely raised by a succession of maids who were pressed into service as nannies as well.
Now it was time to learn just how important Amber was to Scott and Candace once she was gone. Given the couple's sense of racial caste, Spiros had just the person in mind to take care of this business. His recent success with young Nathalie Ahrens, the daughter of the software mogul, had been quite impressive.
Even though the girl was still out cold, Keno made sure the video cameras were on and would stay that way whenever he was working with her. His instructions for this one had been clear - something to do with respect for the kid's late, biological mother. Keno didn't mind. After breaking in eleven year-old Nathalie in every nasty way, he was looking forward to something more laid back. Besides, there was no way this little thing was going to take his tool inside her little lower entrances without some serious damage.
Like Nathalie, Amber had blonde hair. It was arranged in two small braids that curled on the sides of her head before dangling free to where they barely brushed her shoulder. In the surveillance photos he had of her, Keno had usually seen the girl laughing as she played in the park under the semi-watchful eyes of whatever servant was tasked with her that given day.
The sedative from her abduction would wear off soon so Keno undressed the girl. He began with her sneakers and socks and marveled at how small a four year-old's toes were. Her pink shirt was next, leaving the girl in just her skin-tight leggings and panties. Keno peeled off the former and then just admired his prize that lay there in just a pair of purple-trimmed panties with pink and purple hearts on them.
The cameras recorded the man's large, dark brown hands as they removed the tiny panties and exposed the child's miniature hairless mound to full view. Then those huge fingers roamed over the smooth white skin of the captured tyke, gliding over the softness of her belly and undeveloped chest, teasing the slightly parted red lips on her round face, and then slowly sweeping down her legs to lightly squeeze her cutely shaped thighs.
Keno moved his hands underneath the girl, cupping and kneading her chubby buttocks. Then he brought his fingers around front, squeezing and caressing the powdery smooth curves of her tightly pouting little pussy. With his thumbs, the pulled her labia open. As the tiny slit yawned open, the preschooler's pink, inner charms were exposed. Just behind the pulled inner labia was the fragile membrane of her virginity. Keno held her cunny open like that for a while longer so any viewer could see the tot's cherry while it was still intact.
Amber muttered something and shifted her limbs. Removing his hands from her, Keno sat back to wait for her to awaken.
Amber's brown eyes were large as she surveyed her strange surroundings. Blinking the remnants of her induced sleep from her, she turned her head until she saw that she had company.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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