Confessions of a Bunny

~*Intermission*~

"Greetings my child! Bless me father for I have sinned. My last confession was 2 two weeks ago. Father forgive me for hitting my sister and mother. My child why do you have hostility in your heart? I don't know father. Your mother is your peace and your sanity. I know father. And your sister, would you like for another man to hit her? No father! Are you sorry for your sins my child? Yes, father I am sorry for my sins. Good my child. Say your act of contrition and you are free to go. Yes father. God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you, and I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell; But most of all because they offend you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace to confess my sins, do penance, and to amend my life. Amen!"

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door open and shut. Well well we meet again Mr. Cartier! I am not sure why you continue to call me down here. Just routine questions. Hmm routine questions huh and what routine questions do you have now? This had been a constant occurrence since the Bunny Ranch started to turn a real profit. For a few months it was touch and go, I had to support the ranch with money from my other endeavors and it also didn't help that the girls I originally had weren't really the real thing but once I got Venus and eventually Rocci changed for real. The men started to come out in droves and then we had to start being more selective with our patrons. Not everyone could come to the ranch and that was more than apparent when the Las Vegas Police Department started showing up to the ranch to do "surprise" visit. As long as I'd been in Vegas, I'd never heard of the Police department doing surprise visits on no clubs and trust me some of the clubs need to be investigated cause they definitely have some extra stuff going on. They see an outsider come in and start to make more money than most of them will see in a year and its now a problem.

For some reason they has this crazy idea that I was running prostitutes and drugs out of the ranch. Where they got that idea from, I had no clue, because my girls know damn well, I don't do that shit and they will be handled if I ever found out something like that was going on. The LVPD though didn't get that, they stayed coming for my ass. Asking where I came from? How, I got to Las Vegas? Where I made my money from to begin with. Hello Mr. Cartier! I rolled my eyes and looked at my nails. Why am I here again? Just a few routine questions. Routine implies that the answers have changed. My answers have never changed yet you continue to call me down here for "friendly" chats when there are real criminals committing crimes out there. He rolled his eyes and sat down at the table, what is your major source of income? Real Estate, Detective Benavides! Real estate, you expect us to believe that you make all of your money solely off of Real Estate? I don't expect you to believe anything I am telling you the truth. What is your role at The Bunny Ranch? I am the sole proprietor and owner. So, you do own the bunny ranch? Come on Detective you know I own it; otherwise, you wouldn't continue to call me down her. How much money do you make at The Bunny Ranch? Why is that a question are you an auditor with the IRS? Mr. Cartier! No, I want to know why the Las Vegas Police Department is so interested in my business. Is it because I wouldn't let you and your buddies into the ranch that night? Hmph, you think I called you in about that. Well, why else would you call me in, I know you aren't that hard up to know my financial status unless you were jealous, I said raising an eyebrow at him. Enough, I am asking the questions, how much money does the bunny ranch make? I don't have to answer that, you aren't the IRS and furthermore, I said fixing my collar, this is clearly harassment if you aren't arresting me for something stop calling my place of business, I said standing up to leave. We aren't done here! I believe we are, am I under arrest? He sucked his thin lips into his mouth and made a face at me. That's what I thought, the next time you want to have friendly chat contact my lawyer I said leaving the interrogation room.

This particular detective was a pain in my ass. I recognized him, he'd been to the club a few times, but I started denying him access when he started getting a little friendly with my girls. It's one thing to pay for certain services but it's another to blackmail for them. He'd demaned things from them and then say if they didn't do it, he arrest them for solicitation. I guess he didn't get the news flash, but prostitution is legal in Nevada, but it was not acceptable in my club and the girls and staff know that even when I am not there, no police should be in that club, except the paid security. I could only imagine how he would plan his next attack. I just settled into the car when my phone started ringing. Well look who it is I mumbled to myself. This is Nicoli! Hey big bro, how you doing? I am good Leo, how are you I said starting the car. Huh I could be better. What did you do now? Nothing! If it's nothing, why do you sound nervous. I don't know how to tell you this but... but what? Can I come to the ranch tonight? You're always welcome at the ranch, what's going on though. It's not something you say over the phone. I'll see you later tonight he said before hanging up. It wasn't like my brother to be so short with me and it slightly alarmed me but at the same time it didn't. At this point in my life nothing alarmed me like that.