For the last couple of hours, I'd been parked in the living room, doing absolutely nothing. Napped off and on, ate a little, and kept refreshing my phone, waiting for my father's call. But there was no sign of him. We were all on edge, waiting for orders, but knowing Li Wei, he was probably out there chasing leads on the man who called himself 'The Bull.' That bastard had been a thorn in Dad's side for as long as I could remember. Li Wei wouldn't rest until 'The Bull' was dead and buried six feet under.
"Nǐ rènwéi fùqīn huì zuò shénme?" (What do you think Father will do?) Chen asked quietly, staring out the window like the answer was written somewhere in the grey sky.
I sighed, rubbing my temple before shutting my eyes. "How the fuck should I know what Father's thinking?"
Chen had come down about an hour ago to keep me company. I wanted to be left alone, but he wouldn't stop with the questions—especially about Father and that girl. Who the hell cared about the girl anyway? Certainly not me. Dad was the one who decided what happened to her, not me. I didn't make the calls around here. Just because I was the oldest, and one day would lead The Black Dragons, didn't mean I had any say right now. I still followed Li Wei's orders like everyone else.
"Yuta, I'm asking you as a brother."
I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him. "What do you want me to say? That she's going to get a happy ending?"
"Well, tā huì ma?" (Will she?)
I frowned and leaned back. "Nǐ wèishéme zàihū?" (Why do you care?)
His voice rose a little. "Because she's done nothing wrong!"
Chen was always the quiet one—the kindest of us three. He stayed away from the violence and the darker stuff when he could. He followed orders, but I could tell it tore him up inside. Kang and I? Ruthless and obedient. We didn't question a thing. But Chen... he was different. Especially when it came to women caught in the middle. He'd try anything to get them out alive. That's just how he was. And he'd never change.
I closed my eyes again. "Brother, she saw us getting rid of a body. If you ask me, she's not walking away from this."
That girl had two options: die or become a whore. But from what I'd seen, she wasn't the kind to spread her legs willingly for just anyone.
"Then ask Father to make her a whore or something," Chen said stubbornly.
He just wouldn't let it go.
I opened my eyes, sitting upright. "Chen, it's not up to me. Besides, she won't last as a whore. She's too damn stubborn."
He sighed heavily. "I know... but knowing Father, that girl's probably going to end up with a bullet in her forehead and buried in some farmer's field."
"This isn't our problem, brother."
"But—"
"Be quiet!" I snapped. "You're starting to piss me off."
"Why?" He asked, genuinely confused.
"You act like you actually give a damn about her."
He shook his head slowly. "She's just a person, Yuta. A human being. She has a family."
"Whatever Father says goes. If he wants her dead, then she's dead. End of story."
Chen scoffed, disgusted. "That's it? You're just going to blindly follow him? Even if it's the wrong thing?"
I stood up and took a step toward him. "What's your problem?"
He frowned. "Nǐ shénme yìsi?" (What do you mean?)
"What do I mean? I mean, what the fuck is it with you and this girl?" I raised a brow, waiting.
He stammered. "Nothing."
"Then drop it."
Chen looked away.
I leaned forward, voice low and hard. "Father is the Dragon Head. You get that, right? If we don't follow his orders, we either get punished or killed. No in-between. Why the hell can't you understand that?"
Before he could answer, footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by laughter.
"Brothers!" Kang swaggered into the room, grinning like he owned the place.
I moved away from Chen and flopped back onto the dusty couch. "Where the fuck have you been?"
I noticed he was cradling his hand. Didn't think much of it—probably just hurt his wrist jerking off again.
Kang smirked. "Where have I been?"
"You've been gone a long time," I muttered.
He shrugged, not bothering to explain.
I raised a brow. "I'll ask you again: where have you been?"
"Bored," he said lazily, "so I went and found myself something to amuse me."
"Meaning?"
Kang's grin widened. "I went to play with our new toy."
Chen scoffed. "Playing or fighting?"
Kang chuckled. "Both. She's fun. I like her. Honestly, I hope Father decides to make her a whore instead of killing her."
I studied him carefully. "What did you do?"
Kang licked his lips. "Got what I wanted. And I got to say, she's fucking delicious."
Not surprising that Kang already made his move on her. He got bored fast. He'd fucked every whore we had, so a new girl in his territory was just a matter of time. What shocked me was that she let him.
I pointed at the hand he was cradling. "She do that?"
Kang lifted it, grunting. "She can fight."
I chuckled. "I'll call the doctor."
Chen stepped closer. "Did she want you to do that?"
Kang smirked. "Are you serious? Fuck no."
I shook my head. "So, you raped her."
"I didn't fuck her. Just had a taste."
Chen's nostrils flared. "That's still rape, Kang. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Kang waved him off. "Who cares? She's ours. We do what we want."
While Chen marched over to chew Kang out about consent, I left the living room and headed upstairs to where the whores were kept. Dad had sent a couple our way to keep us entertained—or maybe just to keep us distracted. He knew this whole thing was going to be long and boring.
Inside the room, the women ranged from early twenties to late twenties. Blonde, black, red, brown hair. Skin tones varied too: five Asian, three black, four white. All there, waiting, at our beck and call.
I took the hand of the closest one and pulled her into an empty bedroom. I sat on the mattress and peeled back the covers. Her skirt was way too big for her tiny frame, and her top was rolled up at the waistband to keep it from falling. Her pink cotton panties caught my eye. I ran my fingertips lightly up the outside of her legs, from ankles to small thighs. Even the slightest touch made my body shudder and my dick harden.
She wasn't my usual type. Her cheeks were hollow, dark circles shadowed her big brown eyes, and she was too skinny. I liked a woman with some meat on her bones—something to hold onto while I did my business.
I peeled off her vest and tossed it to the floor. No bra. Small, perfectly round tits. I wondered what she'd look like with some weight on her.
She interrupted my thoughts by wrapping my tie around her small fist and pulling me close. I opened my mouth, feeling her soft tongue press forward. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head down to deepen the kiss. She moaned as I tightened my grip and pulled her closer.
My hands ran down her sides as she pushed my blazer off my shoulders. She showered kisses on my neck while undoing my shirt buttons. I dropped my trousers, belt, and underwear to the floor and pushed her down on the mattress.
My fingers traced the waistband of her panties, feeling her shiver.
"Yuta," she moaned.
"Stop talking," I growled.
Her voice sounded wrong—off.
I grabbed her roughly by the hips and tore off her underwear in one swift move. I pulled out a foil packet from my pocket. With one hand, I lifted her, holding the base of my cock with the other, then pulled her down onto me. I wrapped my hands around her hips and thighs, bringing her legs around my waist. The position drove me deeper inside.
I buried my face in her neck to keep from groaning. She arched her back, stifling a moan. She tugged my hair roughly, guiding my mouth back to hers. Her breath was heavy as her head fell onto my shoulder.
I touched every inch of her body, leaving a trail of light kisses along her neck and jaw. But when I looked down, I froze.
What the fuck?
I glanced at my soft cock and frowned.
"Allow me," she whispered, dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth. But after a few seconds, it did nothing for me.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I gasped at the flash of bright blue hair before me. Grabbing a fistful of Maggie's vibrant hair, hardness returned instantly.
I pulled her to her feet, ready to fuck her hard, but disappointment hit me hard. It wasn't the face I wanted under me, nor the hair colour I ached to touch.
I dropped my hands and sat back on the mattress edge. "Fuck," I muttered.
"Is there a problem, sir?" the whore stuttered.
I clenched my jaw and glared at her. "Yeah. You. Get the fuck out."