What if...? || Markhyuck

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[january 2021]

[minhyung]

I sat at a round table full of influential people and looked with disgust at the short skirts of teenage girls from all over the world. Scantily dressed, showing their best body parts handed over to customers for exploitation. They presented themselves as merchandise for purchase, although the consumption of some of them was certainly not legal yet. People like me felt urge to puke when they saw this. Most of those here, however, didn't complain at all.

The hall was huge because this time the banquet we were at was typically for social purposes, less dedicated to specific interests. There were many tables in the room and many mafias but the most important sat here. Our table was surrounded by a wreath of bodyguards, who only allowed escort girls and waitresses with drinks and food. Marco took Vernon and Hunter for safety and Hyuck stood behind me somewhere in the back. I wished I could look at him but just knowing that boy was behind me somewhere was already quite comforting. Steven, as a rule, didn't appear at such large events, staying somewhere in the basement - invariably as a shadow in other people's imaginations.

The company was average. On my right sat Santino Oliveto, followed by Tony's eternal mascot, Enzo Luciano, then Tony Esposito himself, next his as slippery as an eel homosexual son - Theo in front of me, Marco and on my left -  Ignazio Valenti with his wife Francesca.

The talks revolved around the possibility of a potential meeting on Marco's grounds to pre-talk about our brothel and the official, preliminary plan to divide the whores in its care. Tony initiated the conversation, so it was clear for everyone - he handled this aside with Santino, who had to accept this request to be seated at the table with Marco today. 

You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.

Just as I thought it couldn't be more disgusting anymore, new girls came in with snack trays. They bent seductively over the table, ensuring that their protruding butts were within the sight of influential people. Every now and then, unfamiliar hands disappeared under the almost non-existent skirts, looking for the lost treasure and their mythical dignity. We had a few drinks, so light patting on bare butts and smooth thighs was slowly starting. I hoped Marco didn't expect the same from me, since he didn't even bother to look at any of these girls. With a woman like Isabelle by my side, I wouldn't look at teenager either.

"Pretty, young, looks tough," said Santino in a matter-of-fact business tone. He probably already had a preliminary estimate in head based on rating of the child's endurance and potential daily mileage.

"Do you collect such young?" Marco asked out of curiosity. He clearly wanted to have any kind of conversation with Santino. Perez didn't have too many underage girls at brothel. It was always a risk and Marco was not a risky one. However, the sentence in the years of minor women trafficking differed from the sentence for those of the legal age.

"They have their charm," Oliveto nodded, puffing on smelly cigar.

"What about you, Mark?" Theo suddenly asked, which wouldn't be weird if it weren't for a few good reasons. First, we heartily disliked each other. Second, he was a slippery little bastard who believed the world was at his feet because of father's power and money. And third, with my most murderous instincts, Theo's eyes darted too often behind my back onto Hyuck, which made me want to break his balls under the table. Asking me a question was just a pitiful excuse to secretly glance at Donghyuck while pretending that was looking at me and that we actually liked each other.

"What about me?" I asked coldly, drinking down my own anger and jealousy with a damn strong Scotch. I felt like I was going to get fucked today and Donghyuck won't be happy about it.