35. A Father's Last Words

OLIVER

"There you are," Victoria grinned as she approached me in her tight black micro mini skirt with a white tie top that had the first two buttons open, exposing her jiggling boobs with a bounce in her steps.

Her blonde hair rested over her bosom and she pulled out a chair to sit.

"Did you miss me? It's been three years-"

"I'm even surprised you're still alive. I was looking forward to having your dead body shipped back. Cause of death? Gangbangs and dick overload," I reported with a straight face while she froze, eyes wide in shock.

Victor's sniffling laugh broke the silence and a smirk tugged at her lips and mine.

"Well," she flipped her hair and she reached into her bag to pull out an envelope, a voice recorder and a document sliding it on the table. "That's all I got in the sack."

I ignored her pun and picked up the document handing it over to Victor who accepted it quickly and flipped through the pages while I opened the envelope.

It was a rumpled picture of father and