About a girl

Like any good story, this one involves a girl. If I were you, I'd be expecting me to say, "but not just any girl... this one was special." Well she is, but I'm self aware enough to know that she's special to me from my point of view. She thinks I'm special too. So far, so good.
The problems arose after we'd started seeing each other for a while. See, there's someone else who thinks she's special and that's her dad. Her dad not only thinks she's special, he thinks she's a beautiful china doll - pristine and untouched. Like any girl growing up with that kind of pressure hanging over them, she secretly rebelled. In fact she rebelled so hard and so successfully, she would have put any catholic school girl to shame, except for the fact that she used to be one.
Even into her twenties, her father assumed she was his little unspoiled, untainted princess and treated her as such. She knew she could always go to her father for money, which she would claim was for clothes or shoes or feminine hygiene products, (which always resulted in a slightly flustered father handing over pretty much the entire contents of his wallet as quickly as possible,) but would usually be spent on booze and drugs and occasionally, rough sex.
By the time we met she'd calmed down a lot and done all the naughty things she wanted to try and was ready to move on, which is where I came in. I helped her through a particularly rough patch with family problems, talked her through her issues and even got her to acknowledge a few problems that she hadn't even admitted to herself that she had.
We became close naturally, but seeing her was difficult, due to her father keeping a closer eye on her than usual. Overbearing he may have been, but stupid he wasn't. He'd noticed a change in her behaviour and decided to keep tabs on her. She went everywhere with a bodyguard, paid for by daddy and under strict instructions to fracture the bones of anyone that looked like they were contemplating the possibility of forming a thought about touching her.
We managed to snatch a few hours here and there, but even then nothing was going on with us, we just liked each other's company. We would hang out and talk or grab a coffee together and it was great. There was no pressure on us to do anything except enjoy our time together.
It happened one evening, some months after the bodyguard had been retired and daddy's suspicions allayed. We had gone out for a meal and had a good time talking and devouring mezze in a little Turkish place I know. Apparently I had decided to share some of the yogurt dip with my face because she started giggling, which never fails to set me off. After five minutes of mirth, which only one of us knew was about, she reached over and wiped my cheek with her finger. I chuckled slightly and then she put her hand on my face and looked at me intently. The moment lingered with her hand on my cheek and then we leaned across the table and kissed, gently but deeply, without having said a word.
There was no awkwardness, no blushes, we both just knew it was right and what we had been waiting for, without either of us having previously realised. We spent the night back at mine, after she called home to tell her father that she was staying at a friend's, (the friend had been briefed and could forward any calls,) and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms at about 4am.
Everything that night had been perfect. The meal, the kiss, the intense and passionate lovemaking for hours, it had all gone according to some unspoken plan. There was the matter of her father however. He didn't even like her having male friends, which had made our previous friendship furtive and difficult. To be her boyfriend would be... well, if not impossible, then certainly a strange way to commit suicide.
She was optimistic that she could handle him, I was not so sure. Worst of all I worked for him - well one of the companies he owned anyway and his temper was pretty much the stuff of horror stories. New members of staff would be told they should hope they never meet him and if they do, to pray he's having a good day. As an employee, I really didn't give a shit, but as the guy sleeping with his daughter... that was something else.
She approached him cautiously one evening after he'd eaten and was half way into his fourth whiskey and asked, hypothetically of course, what he would think of her having a boyfriend. Apparently the change was instant. He sat bolt upright in the chair, spilling whiskey on the axeminster and demanded to know who she was seeing and had he got her in trouble? Various threats followed, most of a visceral nature towards this despoiler of his most precious treasure before she managed to calm him down by assuring him that she wasn't seeing anyone and had no plans to, she had just been curious as to what he would think about it. His reply was to say that all men were scum who were after one thing and he could speak with some authority as he was a man himself.
It had taken another two whiskeys and half an hour stroking Pepper before his face returned to its normal colour. This was not a man who liked the idea of his daughter dating. This was also a man who commanded enough power to make very bad things happen for any man foolish enough to try.
Rumour has it that one unfortunate guy who crossed his path in a business deal woke up in an abandoned warehouse to find he was missing his thumbs. As he was just getting used to the idea he caught sight of a figure sat on a chair some distance away, obscured by shadow. The figure instructed him to climb onto another unocupied chair, where he would find a length of rope hanging from a supporting girder and that he should place the noose that had been tied in it around his neck. Thumbless did as he was told, not wishing to risk losing more digits.
As the chair was kicked from under him he was told that if he could untie the noose, he would be considered a free man, with all debts paid in full. Not an easy task to untie a noose so I'm told, especially if you are choking to death at the time and lacking opposible thumbs to help. Thumbless managed to somehow slip the noose away from his neck with one four fingered hand and eventually over his head with the other. He was shot in the head shortly thereafter, presumably because having not untied the noose he was deemed to have cheated. So the story goes anyway.
So our meetings became trysts proper, albeit less frequently to lessen the risk of waking up missing a part of my anatomy. Neither of us wanted that and both of us had a pretty good guess at what part he might be inclined to choose. Meeting in secret did add a certain frission of excitement, as much as I hate to say it, which made everything all the more passionate. You tend to be pretty passionate when you think your life might depend on it.
About four months after we started seeing each other, she told me she'd heard whisperings that her dad was suspicious of her visits to friends and was going to have her discreetly tailed. I considered the possibility of contacting local investigators and trying to find out if they'd been hired by him and then offering them more money to report back that she really was going to friend's houses but realised that there was no way I could afford to outbid a millionaire and contacting the investigator would definitely give them something to report.
We decided to lay low for a while and hold off seeing each other. It was hard. We'd been lovers for a while and friends even longer, but it was the only way to ensure I didn't find myself at the bottom of his carp pond at the country retreat.
Not seeing her just made me want to all the more. She bought a new mobile with money from her father, to which only I had the number. We would send texts and sometimes talk late at night when she knew he was asleep.
Then came the bombshell. Someone knew about us. She wasn't sure who, but someone did. Someone who knew her father. This could now all end in tears. There were so many possibilities - if it was someone she could trust, we were safe. If not, then we had to find out who and how likely they would be to tell her father. We didn't have much money, so bribing them was unlikely, even if they could be bought.
After another week of discreetly trying to find out who it was, we found out it was a business associate of her fathers. A business associate who had come out rather badly on a deal with him and had a grudge. Apparently he'd been keeping his eye on her for some time in the hope that he'd find some ammunition with which to hurt her father with and had continued to have her followed long after her father had given up. We'd been seen together and apparently there was photographic evidence. This was about the worst possible news. Not only did this bastard know about us, but he wanted to tell her father for malicious purposes. That meant no bribing, bargaining or pleading would work. I was screwed.
The only thing that remained was to figure out when he was going to use this knowledge. That was how long I had left to either live or run. The next day her father announced that he was going to have a garden party in a month's time. Bingo. There was no way the guy would be able to resist humiliating her father pubicly and at his own event, in front of all his friends and business partners. I had 30 days to figure out what I was going to do.
What I needed was a plan.
I dismissed the idea of running almost instantly for several reasons. One, there was a pretty good chance I'd be running for the rest of my life. Two I would never get to see her again. Three, if I ever got caught, I'd probably die slower because I made him chase me. Obviously not the way to go.
So if I was staying I needed to somehow stop this business partner from telling her father. Offering to kill her father didn't go down too well and trying to kill the other guy would be just as difficult to do - rich guys tend to have pretty good security. Besides, I wasn't about to break my first commandment. We had to either stop business guy from going to the garden party somehow or else stop the two men meeting once they were there. Neither option sounded easy but they were all we had.
We came up with plan after plan; some simple, some elaborate, some just plain stupid. Nothing seemed feasible. Strangely it was her who came up with the idea that we eventually implemented. It wasn't even our best plan and as far as stupid plans go, it was up there with the more moronic ones but we'd exhausted all other possibilities as far as we could see and we were just plain desperate.
This had to work, there was no plan B.