Cliché [LT Fanfiction]

Chapter Nineteen

Last night, the lieutenants got a count of 12 of the Vikings' hos to join the Mafia. They sat the girls down and talked to them, and all of them are complaining about how the Viking's took their "hard-earned" money and abused them if they didn't give it to them. They said the Vikings abused them all unnecessarily, and some of the members even raped them. Those that tried to give up prostitution were killed.

"That's that bullshit," Venus said as she shook her head.

"Listen," Lau says calmly to them, "You work for us now. If you don't try no sneaky shit, everything will be okay. We don't want all of your earnings, just about 15% of them that'll go towards improvements for y'all."

The girls are happy and accepted the deal without thinking twice.

"I can't speak for everyone and say it won't happen," Mari said, "but if someone even attempts to rape you, let us know."
"And y'all better deal with it," Laurent stated strongly to the lieutenants.

Oddly, this made Alexis happy. Even if they are prostitutes, they still don't ask to be raped; they don't have sex with literally everyone, and now they don't have to against their will. It's glad to see that they're preventing this.

"Tell me about the Vikings' prostitution ring," Jason said as he sat down in front of them. Venus squinted her eyes. "Why?" She asked. "So you can get some pussy?" This irritated Jason to the max! He rolled his eyes for the longest. He loves Venus to death, but her insecurity, easy jealousy and trust issues jeopardize their relationship a lot. "¿What th' fuck are you talking about?" He pouted, "I'm doing my job! It's to collect information and how am I supposed to collect information without information?" He smacked his lips as he shook his head. "Me and you both know I ain't fuckin' on no nasty ass prostit-."

"I-"
"Shut up," Yuri cut them off, "argue about it another time."

They looked at each other then back to the hos that are talking amongst themselves.

"Can you please save the others?" One with brunette hair pleaded.
"Good question," Igloo rubbed his chin. "Where are they keeping the others?"
"At their brothel downtown called Prawn Court."

Yes, the Vikings have a local brothel. This is because Los Angeles is so famous for it's reputation of gambling and partying, that it's the only place where prostitution is legal.

"Well, it's not their brothel anymore," Mari smirked. Everyone thought about taking over Prawn Court except for Anna. She huffed and rolled her eyes. "You guys can't just barge in there, y'know?" She warned. "You have to know how they operate."

"We have the hos for that," Igloo told her. "We don't need to snoop around, Anna."
"I didn't say that. I just don't see you asking them, Isaiah."
He giggled at how easily he set her alarm off. "I think I like you, little one." Her intelligence and short temper amazes him. As nerdy and antisocial as she is, she sure is one feisty woman.

"How do they operate?" Mari asked the prostitute with the long hair.
"Ummm, a guy walks in and asks for a prostitute or escort, then selects from a list of available workers. He pays the receptionists who puts the money in our 'bank.'" Mari looks at them in deep thought then turns around and looks at the others for assistance. They tell her to ask more questions sense that is irrelevant... unless you want to purchase the services of a prostitute, of course. "Who owns the place?" She asked.

"Polo Sanz," she said. "He's a lieutenant in the whole gang and he's in charge of the Vikings' most famous brothel."

"So what do we do?" Sasha asked.
"We kill him," Larry simply answered.
"And how do we plan to do that?"
"Raid Prawn Court, get 'em cornered and take 'em out," he shrugged.

"Highly unlikely," an African prostitute spoke up, "if he finds out the Mafia is invading, he'll be warned and he'll leave everyone to die. The Vikings fear the Mafia greatly."

"Oh.." Alexis put together a conclusion. "It's not that they don't like us, it's that they're really afraid of us and they're trying to eliminate their fear by making us harmless."
"Exactly. I hear him talking to the boss all the time."

"Calvin.." Laurent whispered the boss's name angrily as he clutched his fist. "What does he say?"
"He always says, 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em,' but the lieutenants started bitchin' about how they refuse to 'be the Mafia's hoe,' so Cal just let them have their way."

"So what are we gonna do?" Anna asked.