Radar [The Maad Series #1.5]

1| Chamber of Gossip.

Radar sat at the corner of a hot pool receiving neck kisses from two women. The one on his left kissed him softly, seeming to enjoy herself. But the one on his right was aggressive. Her lips were like a leech's suckers, trying to drain his soul. And her sharp nails scratched his chest and left marks.

Coco did this on purpose, he thought.

Coco Bingo owned Coco's Loco Brothel in Brothel City. It was among the best in the city, and the women were of the highest quality. Radar was a regular customer, and he had a favorite—Ava. But Ava wasn't available that day, and he needed to release the stress in his body. So, he told Coco to send him the two best after Ava.

Why give me an amateur out of everyone? The woman on his right was a distraction he didn't need. But because he had paid for her services, he let the sharp-nailed leech continue trying to satisfy him.

Two fair-skinned men sat on the opposite side of the pool. It wasn't large, so Radar heard their conversation.

"Jacob, did ya hear about Alonso?" one of them asked. He was bald and had a hairy chest. A woman sat beside him, licking and sticking her tongue in his ear.

"No, what happened?" Jacob asked, holding a cigar between his fore and middle finger. He took a puff and then blew a cloud of smoke in the air. The woman behind him coughed. She was massaging his shoulders.

"Remember the drug Marcos Carlton was developing?"

"Sewer?"

"Yes, Sewer. Well, Alonso stole a sample before The Outlawz burned Marcus' warehouse. He tried it out last week and communicated with dead spirits for six hours."

Jacob's eyes widened. "That can't be, Milton." He shook his head. "Ya are telling me Marcus wasn't lying when he said Sewer would let us talk to the dead without needing mages?"

Milton nodded. "Yes."

Jacob raised his brow. "How sure are ya?"

"Alonso swore on his mother's grave the drug worked," Milton said.

"If Alonso swore, then it might be true." Jacob took a long puff from his cigar and blew a stream of smoke. "We should meet him and try it out for ourselves."

"That's what ah said to him after he told me about Sewer. He plans on supplying it to the market within the year."

Jacob smiled. "Alonso is ushering a new age of drugs. Thankfully, we'll be there to witness it."

"Too bad, Marcus won't be around," Milton said. "Although the kid was annoying, he had a brain on him. We would have made a lot of money with him by our side."

Jacob nodded. "It's tragic what happened to him."

"True." Milton nodded. "It's also sad what happened to Virtue City."

"Ah don't care about Virtue City." Jacob swatted his hand in the air. "After Alonso re-engineers Sewer, the survivors in Sin City will be our best customers. Their PTSD will make us rich beyond our dreams."

Milton laughed. "Now that ah agree with."

Radar stopped listening to them because they began comparing the size of their manhoods. He tapped the shoulders of the women beside him. They stopped kissing his neck and stared at him. "Leave," he ordered.

The two women didn't say a word. They stood, walked out of the hot pool, and left the chamber.

Radar glanced around, trying to see where he left his clothes.

"Mr. Radar, I need your help," a feminine voice said from behind him.

Radar sighed. Can I not enjoy my vacation in peace? He turned to the source of the voice and saw a petite honey-skinned woman with a long face and narrow eyes. She had dark dreadlocks, and colored beads decorated her hair.