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T H I R T Y - F O U R

T H I R T Y- F O U R

Hey lovelies,
a new chapter with an unexpected twist. .You guys are so nice! I love interacting with you all through the comment- make sure to comment more lol! Please don't forget to like and share, the goal is south-Asian and generally Poc representation.

Also, would you guys like me to change the cover or leave it as it is? Leave a comment with your opinion. I kinda think we got this one for too long.
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Unknown p.o.v.

Somewhere in the deep South of Italy...

I took a last look at my reflection in the mirror. I took a deep breath and sighed deeply at the thought of the hard work to come this day. I left the small stuffy employee's bathroom and walked over to the meeting room.

The others were already sat around the small of a round wooden table. Everyone lowered their gaze when the head finally walked in.

He was a tall man. Dark hair, glasses. About to be in his early thirties. This man had more bodies than the most notorious serial killers known to the world. We didn't know his name. The tailored suits and fine watches silently showcased his immense wealth. This brothel was one of the many places he owned. He came here every other few months, but this time it was because of something else. Better someone else. He never spoke much with us. He held a lot of anger, anger for the new prisoner.

"He is downstairs, Sir", my colleague stuttered, the fear clearly to be seen in his eyes."In the tombs next to the private rooms for the guests. W-we ran out of space, so we had hi-",

"Stop this nonsense", the boss hit the table, making everyone around him jump a little. "If the prisoner escapes, because of your imbeciles it will cost your dear beloved wives and kids their lives. Guard him twenty-four-seven and torture."

He stood up and was making his way to the door.

"Sir", I managed to say.

He slowly turned his head and stared me dead in the eye.

"The other prisoner. His mother. What shall we do with her? She is about to die."

"Uccidila", he said without any expression and left the room with two bodyguards following him right behind. (Kill her)

I quickly looked at the others. We knew what we had to do.

"You two", I pointed at the two guys in the back.

"You two get the weapons into the room. You two. Follow me."

With this, I and the two men behind me walked out of the meeting room. On our way, we had to pass the customer's area. I almost smacked the two idiots behind me, when they couldn't get their eyes of the strippers and prostitutes swerving the room like bees. After 10 years of running this place, I have grown used to the sight of seductive women, voluptuous breast, and juicy behinds lurking under skimpy skirts. I pushed the two down the red light lit staircase. Here were the rooms for customers, who wanted to sleep with our workers. Each room was soundproof. So was the room I now opened. In the far back of the hallway.