Chapter 4
"I'm gonna make you a rich girl, Jill-baby," Mac said to her the following morning, after she had come down and prepared breakfast for him.
"What are you talking about?" Jill asked.
"Here," Mac told her. "Sign these bank account cards. You're gonna have a whole host of bank accounts all over the city."
"What are you talking about?" Jill asked again.
"Just sign," Mac insisted, dropping the cards in front of her.
Jill signed, too afraid not to. She didn't understand what was going on, but knew better than to cross Mac.
Later that night, Mac returned to the house and showed her a series of bank books. She leafed through them and found amounts totaling more than a quarter of a million dollars.
"But why?" she asked.
"It's really my money," he replied. "I'm skimming a little, right off the top, but the organization doesn't know it. What's more, they'll never be able to prove it. I'm keeping the dough in your name, in case they go around checking banks they'll see I don't have anything stashed. They'll never connect you with me, because I haven't given your name to anyone except Laura, and she has instructions to keep her mouth shut."
"Just how much of this is supposed to be really mine?" Jill asked.
"None of it," Mac told her. "Don't worry, when I cut you loose, I'll give you some dough to carry you over. In the meantime, your brother keeps getting his nickel bag a day."
"I'm not worried," Jill replied, and for the first time realized she no longer cared what happened to her brother. He was in his own heaven, shooting skag, not even asking about her. He no longer gave a damn.
"Hey," Mac snapped at her. "Don't forget, I'm not only supplying your brother, but I'm also paying the rent on that cruddy apartment you have in the hotel. You owe me, baby. You owe me a lot. What's more, starting tomorrow, you're gonna start payin' off."
"What are you talking about now?" she asked, somewhat exasperated.
"You still have that sweet little virginal look about you," he told her. "I've got me a Don who -likes nice society virgins. You're about to become Miss Jill Caldwell of the California Caldwells, a genteel lady. I even bought you some genteel clothes. It wouldn't do for a Don to know you been kept here totally naked for the past two weeks, would it?"
"No, it certainly wouldn't," Jill sneered.
"I'm glad you see things my way, baby. You just keep on doing what I tell you to do. All your bruises are gone. Your flesh is all white. That's good. Tomorrow evening, you and I are going out to his house. All you gotta do is let him fuck you. You tell him anything about the past two weeks, and he'll just laugh and think I'm playin' a joke on him, but I'll tear your head off, after. So you behave, baby. You got me?"
"Yes," Jill nodded.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other. You go and watch TV or something. I'm not gonna use you tonight. Gotta save that cunt of yours for Big Jim."