“Yes, one of the guys camein. He had a whole lot of cash, and his mouth was more than happy to run awaywith him. One of the girls is currently keeping him entertained as we speak.They have been taking turns all day long.”
“He brought that muchcash?”
“At first, they were allhappy to take his cash, but when he started talking about Bozo, they came andgot me. I called you.”
Elias got to his feet andlooked toward the bathroom with no sign of Winnie. What was taking her so long?
Just as he was about toleave, his cell phone vibrated. Clicking on the text, he saw one from his guardthat had been with Winnie. She wasn’t feeling well, and he had taken her backto the apartment. Now he was pissed. Why had she gone to the guard? Why hadn’tshe come to him? He didn’t have time to find the answers to his questions.Leaving the nightclub, he climbed into the back of his car, along with Trish.His own guard took the front seat.
“You know, you’re lookinga little stressed, and I know exactly what to do to help you with that,” Trishsaid.
“No.” He grabbed her hand.“You’re crossing a line, Trish. You may be loyal to me, and have earned yourplace, but I can have you out on your ass faster than you can bounce back. Stopthrowing yourself at me.”
And with that, he wasdone. The drive was only twenty minutes, but he felt Trish’s anger. She washappy to be rejected without an audience, but now his guard had been present.
They arrived at thebrothel, which from the outside looked like any other kind of house. There wasa black door, a knocker, and no sign or insignia of the dark delights thatcould be found once someone entered. This was how he liked it. It was also howthe men who visited liked it. His guard stayed in the car.
He stepped through thedoor, and the lights were down low, soft music played, and no other soundscould be heard. He followed Trish to the main security desk. Each room had acamera, and this helped the men he employed to keep the women safe to do theirjobs. At the first sign of trouble, they were there, protecting the girls.
They had to interfere morethan he would have liked. A lot of men liked to use violence to get what theywanted. He didn’t like that, and the men were paid to teach them some respect.The women wanted a safe working environment, and that was what they got.
Trish pointed at thecamera in the corner.
He glanced at the man, whohad a bald head but a long beard and mustache. He was completely naked andcrying out in pleasure, as one of the women distracted him by sucking his cock.
“Turn the camera off,”Elias said.
With that, he left theroom and went straight to the one he needed to be in. As he entered slowly, theman didn’t even notice him at first.
“Fuck, yeah, darling, takeit to the back of the throat. That’s how Daddy likes it. He’s going to give youall of his cream.”
Elias had heard all kindsof dirty talk, and this was no different. The woman in question started tomoan. As for the man, he was actually tied to the wall, spread-eagled with nowhereto go.
The woman gave Elias athumbs-up, allowing him to know she was aware of hispresence. Elias waited.
And then he cleared histhroat. The woman stopped sucking the man’s cock.
“What the fuck is this?”he asked.
She got to her feet andstepped away. Without another word, she left the room, and Elias looked at theman.
“Bozo Robins,” he said.“You’re going to tell me where he is.”
“Fuck you. I don’t have todo shit with you. Bozo owns these streets and if he hears you hurt one of hismen, he is going to come and fuck you up.”
Elias looked at the toolsthat lined the walls, and he carefully picked up a cane. It was thin and kindof springy.
“He owns these streets?”Elias asked.
“Yeah, and if you hurt me,he will come after you.”
“Does the name Elias Mooremean anything to you?” he asked.
The man seemed to pale,and then he drew the cane back and slapped it hard across the man’s thighs.This was not designed for pleasure. The man knew it, and screamed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” hesaid. “Look, man, I mean no disrespect. Bozo is—”
“You’re going to tell mewhere Bozo is,” Elias said. “And while you’re doing that, you can tell me howhe is in control of my streets, and yet in hiding.”
