SAINT?

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Madam

   "What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, my gaze fixed on Maria, who was panicking in the corridor with a phone clutched in her hand.

I run a brothel—nothing complicated, rarely any drama. This mess better be sorted out quickly.

   "Shit, what?" Maria yelled back as I followed her to the room she had just left. I hoped that no one was dead, but as soon as I opened the door, the sight before me made me fall to the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

"M-Maria, is she dead?" I stammered, looking at Maria’s tear-streaked face.

"Why do you know my real name?".Maria asked, her voice trembling as she reached for a knife.

One more thing and this bitch will join saint on this floor

"Drop that knife and check if she’s dead!"I commanded, my voice shaking.

"She’s breathing," Maria said through her tears.

   "Do you have him?"I demanded, my heart sinking as she shook her head. She better be joking.This bitch is about to work that huhha  no pay till she brings the nigga who thinks he can do this in my bitch

  "You better have him before tomorrow, or you won’t get paid for a month," I threatened, my anger boiling over.

   "Call Liz now!" I ordered.

Maria mentioned Liz, who should have known about this, and I quickly called a doctor to come and treat her.

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"This bitch, Saint, was on drugs and working—that’s one. Two, Maria booked her with someone not so regular on purpose since Liz requested a switch to women. Three, she got assaulted in my brothel while cameras were running and security was at the door!" I shouted, furious.

"It’s not like that, Madam—"Liz started to explain, but I cut her off.

"So, you didn’t set your friend up to be assaulted?"I asked, stepping closer to her, my penknife in hand.   

      "No, Madam." she answered looking like she could pee her pants

"Madam, the rules are clear. The last night should be brutal, so we got her someone not so regular, but this wasn’t the plan," Maria defended, her voice trembling. I nodded and slapped her hard across the face, gripping her wig.

"That was also not the plan!" I am livid I just can't process the lack of comprehension that is presenting with this pack of whores

"Who was watching the cameras and manning the door?"I demanded, but no one answered.

"So you all want my brothel to be marked as a femicide zone because you’ve got issues with each other? You’re all whores, just like her!"I raged, feeling the weight of the bribes I’d paid to keep things running smoothly being undone.

"Since you’re all united in this violence against women, I’ll show you. From now on, Maria and everyone who was in charge of Saint’s shift will work without commission for the next month until someone talks,"I declared, my voice cold and final.

"M-Madam—" they began to protest, but I cut them off.

"Shut up and get out!"I yelled, my stress evident. Saint needed to heal; no one wanted to deal with a victimized woman.

"Maria, you’re taking everything Saint wouldn’t have. Understood?"I demanded, my frustration clear. This was all her fault.

"Get out with your bloody mouth," I said, dismissing them.

I couldn’t believe how excited I had been to discuss the new direction with Saint, only to be met with this chaos. The studs are in high demand, but presenting something new to these perverts could have been groundbreaking.

This woman better not die.