New Brothers Part 2

Chapter 234-1

New Brothers

Part 2

 

Mark, Sal and I were taken to a small room with chairs and mirrors like those I have seen on movie sets where the actors sit in front of them while they put on makeup. I wasn’t a big fan of guys wearing makeup, but I knew they did when they were appearing on camera like news people and actors. Personally, it was rather cool.

I could spot a gay person right away, by the way, they acted or spoke, even though I knew upfront that Franklin and Cameron were, again I didn’t discriminate regarding their orientation. It was none of my business what they did in the bedroom. Then again I have done the same thing they have been doing, the only difference was I preferred girls over boys, but I had a taste for both, which was breed into me thanks to the Rothwell’s and for my undercover work.

We started with my hair, putting on different wigs to see which one would work best for me, I was a natural according to Cameron which was a rarity who could wear any style or any color, even though when I looked into the mirror I looked ridiculous.

However, the makeup was a good touch, hiding the light bruises that Pig Face caused and with my tan it made shading a lot easier and I looked 3 years younger just like Mark said I would. We had chosen a large wig with a mullet hairstyle that gave me long hair in the back and on the sides as it curled slightly. No one would recognize me, wearing it.

I even wore makeup on my chest arms and hands as they buffed my nails giving a clear coat and lightly buffed again to dull it up even my lips were painted with more of a thinning red.

Dad too had to be done up wearing a more salt and pepper wig and some light shading on his face and a touch of red for his lips and cheeks. Dad laughed with me as we looked ridiculous in the mirror. Mark and Sal were the only ones that didn’t have to wear a wig, but some touch up makeup.

We were given fashionable clothing, that would make us look good and current on film. We were given high back chairs known as actor’s chairs to sit on. Dad was very angry, which I could see it in his eyes and expression as he looked at Mr. Tate and Mr. Nester. I had a feeling it had to do with the three new boys and how they were being taken care of. 

Jeff was out and about hunting to see if he could find out the truth about their parents. Even he seemed really angry on how they were kept, he had already informed me that Tony team was in place and bedding down not far from here, just waiting for his cue when to capture Mr. Nester.

We were told quiet on the set as Sal and Mark took their places standing by the fireplace which was now lit throwing out no heat and all the furniture had been moved back out of the way to make room for the cameras and the lighting, watching the overhead lighting come on as the lighting crew made sure everything was were it should be with little adjustments here and there. They took several shots with several poses; none of it was sexual in nature.

Mr. Nester either placed his arms around his boys as they stood in front of the fireplace, kissed them on the head and forehead, or had them sit on his lap one at a time or together. Not once did he apologize to them for all the things he had done to them over the years.

Not even when he picked up his suitcase and walked out the door and got into the car and left. Mr. Tate said. “Goodbye you dirty little prick,” and slammed the door behind him. I am not saying we trusted him, nor the fact he hasn’t lied to the boys or was instrumental in kidnapping them, just like Mr. Nester was.

He was just better hiding it, which was why Jeff and our team was out searching for the three boy’s parents, so we could determine for ourselves if it is true what it says in each of their folders that they were boys that nobody wanted; even though it was true regarding Mark and Sal that their parents and they were living on the streets at the time, and their parents sold them for 3,000 dollars.

The fact they pulled themselves up afterward and raised the money to get them back was the disturbing factor. In which Mr. Tate had them killed and blamed it on Mr. Nester for not giving them the money he had agreed upon in the first place or the fact he told them he wanted their parents to star in his films. It was just hard to tell which was the truth, or which was fiction when everything is based on half-truths.

It was our turn to stand in front of the fireplace with Mark and Sal as we took our first family picture of many. My stomach growled empty, in fact, all of ours did including Dads. The sauce was now sitting on the counter-top getting cold and there was still no plates on the table or silverware, but three more chairs had been added to the table.

Dad said we would eat after we had a nice hot bath after several more shots and several more stomach growls. Finally, Mr. Tate said. “That’s a wrap. Now we will move on to the tub scene, then we will break for a late supper, then do the first supper scene and the brothers and their new Dads scene before we call it a night.

“Then first thing tomorrow we will go over the days work and what I want done before we head back to Heber, Than I want everyone here to pack up their crap and head to my estate while the new employer Mr. Stringum takes a tour of the summer house and his contractor go over the plans of this house for the big remodel I talked about earlier. You will have to be re-interviewed with Mr. Carrion here and Mr. Stringum. For those that aren’t hired will be given a severance package and will have the big retirement for you and Mr. Nester at the annual Halloween party the following Saturday.

“Which will be held at my estate, featured in the new magazine giving you all your swan song and credits do for all your services; we will take your pictures and write the accolades of your work so others in our field, will be more than pleased to have you working for them for those that aren’t hired on by our new managing partners. It will be one of the best magazines we have put out in a very long time, as we say goodbye to the old and welcome the new… in our new and dazzling and sexy magazine and with a quick peek of what we have coming in the future.

“I am very excited about the new direction we will be heading, It will make our old tired stuff look new, fresh and very sexy; making us all very rich in the process. Those Mary’s won’t know what hit them when they see what I have in store. Now I want to be shooting in thirty minutes. While I confer with Mr. Carrion and his boys about our next scenes regarding their new brothers since we are embarking on a new adventure.”

The crew scattered as we quickly took our seats in front of our makeup mirrors for a quick touch up. Mr. Tate asked Dad if he was sure he wanted to do this now instead of waiting in the morning.

Dad growled angrily and said. “If I would have known the state those boys were in, in your holding pins. I would have acted sooner. I plan to clean them up and have them sleeping in their new beds tonight. Where they should have been the moment you had them in yours and Mr. Nestor's care. I am appalled by their treatment, even the boys I have taken in over the years were never treated to such cruelty. This will never happen again under my watch… and if I find out that you are still doing it, Mr. Tate, you will be the one living like that.

“First thing tomorrow you are going to call someone or I will and have those holding pins removed and the room fumigated before Stringum gets here, trust me if he finds out not only will he remove his backing he’ll inform child services about how you and Nester have treated these boys. Then inform every magazine and every newspaper taking pictures of you and that room; which will ruin your career and end up in prison and dead within the week. Do I make myself clear?”

Mr. Tate paled and nodded said he’ll have someone here first thing in the morning. Dad said. “Good, and no more hoods, no more damn secrets. This place is going under a major remodeling which means it will be impossible to or I should say our summer house a secret. We will list it as a movie set for some major picture coming up. No one will no the difference, I have contacts that can handle it in a discreet way.”

Mr. Tate recovered and said. “It will be as you say, I never liked the idea of the holding pins or the way Mr. Nester ran things, and I have always hated guns around children. I have removed them from the rooms and locked them in the house vault and will have them melted down in the morning. Perhaps make badges out them for our new security and Bodyguards to wear once they arrive in the morning.

“Not trusting Mr. Nester who will be running out of gas about 15 miles from here and will have to walk most of the night to the next town that has a phone, which I have called the owner to make sure it is out of order so he has no choice to either walk until my men find him, and hold him to prevent him from calling for help and bring Coldwell’s men here. Now that we know he was behind it. Being the only one that knew where our boys were going to board the waiting plane in Salt Lake City other than the pilot.”

Dad simply nodded not giving out any information that there was a good chance that Tony and his team were handling him as we speak and have us under watch. I followed Mark and Sal to the tub room after having a quick bite of grilled cheese sandwiches before we had a nice long bath to keep us from starving to death while we waited for them to set up in the tub room.

I cringed seeing the clock on the wall that said it was little after 9 pm. Mark stated the Spaghetti dinner was for the supper scene which was why it was cooling and why there were not dinnerware on the table. As I watched the kitchen counter inland being moved so they can pull out the table more into the open and started setting up lighting around it. We only ate enough so our stomachs would stop growling as we sipped on our special tea and cold sodas.

Once everyone was in place as our three boys were brought in handcuffed with zip ties and hoods over their faces, the smell overpowered us causing us to wrinkle our noses. Dad too was doing his best not to breathe. Instead, he doubled the skin oils and bubble bath, hoping to help with the smell.

None of us wanted to get into the tub with the boys, in their current state, or more so with cameras bearing down on us. The boys were roughly the same size about the size of a 6 or 7-year-old would be, their clothes were filthy and full of holes, and they were barefoot and covered in dirt and sewage and straw.

Dad quickly dropped down to his knees and removed their hoods and threw his arms around them he didn’t care about getting his clothes dirty or having their filth touch him, as the camera begins filming. He had already introduced himself to them when he went down to their holding pens.

He removed the zip ties and whispered to them I caught the words. “Do exactly as we talked about, ignore the cameras, we are just going to give you much-needed bath and get acquainted and I will introduce you to your new brothers.

“Mr. Nester is gone, and Mr. Tate over there is not going to harm you ever again. You will live with me and your new brothers and have a very happy life like we talked about earlier. You will sleep in comfortable beds tonight and from now on and never wear rags, plus never have to worry about where your next meal is going to come from in fact we will have a light snack while we bathe and after we have bathed and gotten acquainted will have nice Spaghetti dinner in a fun way.

“You will go to school and have lots of friends as I mentioned earlier. No one is going to force you to do anything. Now let's get these clothes off you into a nice tub were can get you cleaned up.”

Dad started to remove their shirts, when Mr. Tate said, “cut,” stopping Dad. “What the hell are you doing? This, not the way I wanted you to do this, we have always had the boys remove each others clothing, and giving them their new names and such. We have…”

Dad stood up cutting him off and said. “Mr. Tate, we aren’t doing that scene tonight, in fact, that scene is tired and needs to be rewritten. “These boys are mine, which means as their father it gives me the right to care for my sons in a loving manner. If you want to film that scene I have no problems doing it, but it can wait.

“I will rewrite it and the boys here will act it out. It will still look as if it was their first time, the only difference will be that it won’t be forced. As far as their new names; I didn’t have a problem with their old ones. I want the boys to choose for themselves if they what to use their own names or the ones we have picked for them. Now let me do my damn job and you do yours.”