Markous I was about to lose it when I saw a truck parked along the side of the road, near the PROPERTY that was mine. It was Steve who told me that it most likely was Pierre’s truck. He most likely was scoping out the place before we arrived. Parking my vehicle I pressed on the horn. Getting out Steve started to yell Pierre’s name. Again there was no reply. Pressing the horn even longer. Steve uncovered his ear once I stopped. “Bro!” He hissed at me, “Was that necessary? We are early, I am sure Pierre is competent enough to know how to tell time!” “For the amount of money I paid him to do the job … he better be more competent than you!” I hissed at my brother as I pressed on the horn again but even longer. The drive was long and I had no patience for the commoners! Huffing and puffing I was about to press the horn again when Emma clung onto my arm directing me away from the horn. This pissed me off to the point I thought about back handing her to teach her a lesson. When I glanced over at my brother, who was all too familiar with a beating here and there. There was a glare in his eyes that told me he would have stepped in. Our direction was taken to the woods and we saw a male and female exit out of the trees. Introductions were made as I gauged the male up and down. Unlike my brother, I was sure he could handle himself. Still, he was below me and I paid for a service to be completed without question. Studying the female that leaned on the tree, something told me she needed a beating to put her in place. It was the dagger that was attached to her leg that told me she was used to a rough life. I licked my lips as I thought of all the positions I could easily tie her in! Females like her needed to know their place in society and I was the right person to teach them obedience and respect! The female stepped out of line, "If everyone is ready ..." She directed her thumb behind her, "let us go to the campsite!" There was no way I was going to let a female tell me what to do, "Who are you and who gave you permission to go onto my land?" Both the commoners glued their eyes on me, "You might want to be careful how you speak to my wife!" Pierre hiss at me. I was not scared of the female, there has never been one female I could not best. Pierre on the other hand switches behaviour quickly. From normal to beast! I watched as Steve and Emma glided away from me waiting for a fight.Pierre never took his murderous eyes off of me as he instructed everyone what to do. Each of us grabbed what we brought. I glared daggers at the female. I was pissed when the redhead spoke up repeating what her husband had said as if she were his parrot, telling us to get our things. It was as if she knew this was a way to get under my skin. Well, the last laugh would be on her. I was going to make sure her time here was going to be miserable. I will teach her what respect looks like for her authority. ‘Who does she think she is? She is just one hair above white trash.’ I thought to myself as I gave Emme and Steve everything to carry. And then there is Camile! The only good thing about this trip might be having her here as well. When I was told that she was going to be accompanying us on this trip I almost jumped out of my seat with joy. She gave new meanings to stupid blonds! I have been working on getting Camile’s dad to join as a silent partner in this business plan. I had used all of my tricks to get my way plus new ones my father did not teach me. After months of badgering the old man, he finally said he would look further into the business partnership. When the topic came up he would not say who was going to send. He still had to speak to those he trusted. Monday he told me he was going to send his most trusted employee to view the property. He did not want to get sucked into a project that would not give proper revenue at the end of each month. The second he said his daughter's name, I knew this was a done deal! Knowing Camile's dirty little secret would be the leverage I needed to get her to tell her daddy what he needed to hear. The only issue was … Camile did not have a poker face. I would have to teach her on how to lie to the old man. The old geezer had a nose for half truths and could zone in on a lie faster than anyone I have ever encountered. I watched as the redhead went to the back of Pierre’s truck pulled out a bag and gave it to Camile. I was not sure what the females were speaking about. By gauging Camile's reaction she was not happy with the situation. I could care less, she had one purpose and that was to do as I say and nothing more. Well maybe the possibility of fucking her. I would consider that a bonus to this trip! Pierre and his wife carried the food while the others carried the rest of what we would need. Locking the door to the vehicle we entered the woods. I scowled at the back of the redhead as she guided us to the campsite. "Steve," I started, "I need you to butter up Camile! I need her father to agree to my proposal or I just wasted three hundred thousand dollars." Clapping my hands together, "I have big plans for this plot of land. I am going to be making big money in no time!" Pointing my finger into my brother's shoulder, "Do not fuck this up for me like you have done with your life!"Steve grunted, "Markous, why do I always have to do the dirty work!" I chuckled darkly, "This is all you are good for!" I glanced briefly at My brother. Knowing Camile's dirty secret might be enough but I wanted to make sure this was a done deal. Keeping his composer, "Markous, why do you have to be a dick like dad?" "Because you're a bitch like mom!" I laughed maliciously. Glaring at me with a great deal of anger. "I can handle many things you say but once you bring Mom into this … you can fuck off!" Adjusting the camping gear that was on his back, Steve began to stomp away from me. "EH!" I yelled. "I have not finished telling you what to do!" I barked at Steve.