Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“No.” He grabbed her hand. “You’re crossing a line, Trish. You may be loyal to me, and have earned your place, but I can have you out on your ass faster than you can bounce back. Stop throwing yourself at me.”
And with that, he was done. The drive was only twenty minutes, but he felt Trish’s anger. She was happy to be rejected without an audience, but now his guard had been present.
They arrived at the brothel, which from the outside looked like any other kind of house. There was a black door, a knocker, and no sign or insignia of the dark delights that could be found once someone entered. This was how he liked it. It was also how the men who visited liked it. His guard stayed in the car.
He stepped through the door, and the lights were down low, soft music played, and no other sounds could be heard. He followed Trish to the main security desk. Each room had a camera, and this helped the men he employed to keep the women safe to do their jobs. At the first sign of trouble, they were there, protecting the girls.
They had to interfere more than he would have liked. A lot of men liked to use violence to get what they wanted. He didn’t like that, and the men were paid to teach them some respect. The women wanted a safe working environment, and that was what they got.
Trish pointed at the camera in the corner.
He glanced at the man, who had a bald head but a long beard and mustache. He was completely naked and crying out in pleasure, as one of the women distracted him by sucking his cock.
“Turn the camera off,” Elias said.
With that, he left the room and went straight to the one he needed to be in. As he entered slowly, the man didn’t even notice him at first.
“Fuck, yeah, darling, take it to the back of the throat. That’s how Daddy likes it. He’s going to give you all of his cream.”
Elias had heard all kinds of dirty talk, and this was no different. The woman in question started to moan. As for the man, he was actually tied to the wall, spread-eagled with nowhere to go.
The woman gave Elias a thumbs-up, allowing him to know she was aware of his presence. Elias waited.
And then he cleared his throat. The woman stopped sucking the man’s cock.
“What the fuck is this?” he asked.
She got to her feet and stepped away. Without another word, she left the room, and Elias looked at the man.
“Bozo Robins,” he said. “You’re going to tell me where he is.”
“Fuck you. I don’t have to do shit with you. Bozo owns these streets and if he hears you hurt one of his men, he is going to come and fuck you up.”
Elias looked at the tools that lined the walls, and he carefully picked up a cane. It was thin and kind of springy.
“He owns these streets?” Elias asked.
“Yeah, and if you hurt me, he will come after you.”
“Does the name Elias Moore mean anything to you?” he asked.
The man seemed to pale, and then he drew the cane back and slapped it hard across the man’s thighs. This was not designed for pleasure. The man knew it, and screamed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he said. “Look, man, I mean no disrespect. Bozo is—”
“You’re going to tell me where Bozo is,” Elias said. “And while you’re doing that, you can tell me how he is in control of my streets, and yet in hiding.”
“Please let me go,” the man asked.
“Where did the money come from that you brought in here and flashed around? Paying my girls to give you pleasure?”
He had hit the man once with the cane, not too hard, but he already started to cry. His erection had gone flaccid as well.
“Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me go. I will tell Bozo to leave you alone. That he is fucking lying. Please, please, please.”
His pleas fell flat. Elias wasn’t interested in listening to him anymore. Using some of the sexual instruments, he started to hurt the man, torturing him. Considering the man begged for his life, he wasn’t interested in giving up Bozo’s whereabouts.
Elias’s patience had run thin. Winnie had left the nightclub because she didn’t feel well, and now he had to deal with this lowlife piece of trash, and it was starting to piss him off.
He did no more than remove the man’s cock, using a very blunt knife. Elias had no problem getting his hands dirty, and Bozo needed to be taken off the streets. No more women should be found dumped like trash. He wouldn’t allow that kind of filth on his streets.
The man begged and pleaded, and in the end, he finally revealed one of Bozo’s locations, but with a warning that he moved around a lot.