Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I let out a deep breath and tried to hold back the wave of tears threatening to spill over, but I couldn't fight them any longer. Crying was a necessary release before I could gather myself and move forward. It was part of our family's ethos: when life knocks you down, you get back up and come back even stronger. As my tears fell silently, I held onto the hope that I would feel it if my sister was truly gone. I repeated to myself that she couldn't be, refusing to accept anything else.
Deep down, I knew I needed to prepare for the worst. Accepting it was an entirely different battle. When the truth came out, I wasn't sure what I would do or how I would cope, but no matter what the case was, I was determined to find my sister and bring her back home.
CHAPTER FIVE
MATEO
My mother told me that all a whore really wants is to be loved. My father taught me that no sane man would give a whore what they desired most. Both agreed that after a certain point, the whore was better off dead.
It's like buying a car fresh off the lot. The value plummets the second you take it for yourself, but you’re fine with this. You’re a level-headed individual who understands there’s no point in developing sentimental feelings for a machine. You wisely take full advantage of all it has to offer until it’s time to replace it with a new model. Dealing with expendable women was more or less the same.
I scrutinized the two before me, seated with my brother Elias and cousin Sergio at the outdoor table indulging in a light lunch. Both women were stunning, but I never settled for anything less and only the most exquisite made the cut in our line of business.
Some may judge them as too beautiful to surrender their bodies to any man who paid for their services, but that didn’t stop them from being used. It was a cycle of life. Each encounter ended in the same way--with gaping orifices filled with cum and a throbbing ache that lingered between their legs or ass.
The clients who paid for the full experience often left behind souvenirs in the form of bruises or welts, while those who sought a more extreme session would sometimes push their bodies to the brink and take their last breath before departing. I didn't care what went on as long as my two rules were followed: discretion was key, and payment was made upfront. There were a select few women off-limits to the sadist, and another few purchased from a Malignant underground specifically to satisfy that specific market. All the others were interchangeable and if they died, I simply tacked on a disposal fee.
Very few of my girls were granted exceptions to how things got done. The two before me weren’t fortunate enough to be amongst those that did. The one on the left had been around for a decent amount of time thanks to my father. Although beautiful, with long honey blonde hair, doe brown eyes, and subtle curves, she was beyond salvaging and my mother no longer tolerated her presence or him fucking her. But that was a small part of a much larger issue.
“Am I to believe neither of you has any idea what this book looks like?” I continued my line of questioning. They shook their heads in unison.
“Use your words.”
“N-no, Patrão, of course not.” The one on the right answered.
I’d asked this question three times in three different ways, giving each of them ample opportunity to tell the truth and they continued to do otherwise.
I knew this because the man I had been sending to fuck them off the books was one of my own. He recorded them from the time they sucked his dick as a team to the moment they agreed to be informants if he got them out of the city. They claimed to know the location of a ledger that held invaluable information. I wished I could say their deaths wouldn’t be personal, or I wouldn’t enjoy it, but both would be a lie. I didn’t take kindly to anyone that was a liability to my family.
To threaten that was to fuck with my money, my empire, and those that served me. I didn’t give a fuck about being liked or disliked. Loyalty and respect, however? That was paramount. These women had neither. I nodded, pretending I believed them, flashing the charming smile that always put people at ease. The whore on the left fixed her attention on the file I had sitting on the table. Our eyes met and she quickly diverted her gaze when she realized her error.
“She’s divine, isn’t she?” I picked up the large black and white photograph of Elena Castello that was resting on top of a thick file and a few other photos.