CHAPTER 65: SNORTING IT FROM... WHAT?

Silence, the type of silence that is not embarrassing but that silent acceptance of things... well the reality because yeah, his needs were up, like shit, ten years in prison without any action is crazy.

"Uhh... well you can." Pablo smiled. "The housekeepers at the hous—"

"No." Joseph immediately interrupted him. "I don’t do anything intimate with those who work for me or with me. The worst thing you can do, Pablo."Joseph said and at the same time he didn’t understand Pablo’s way of thinking.

Like it is a simple and almost basic rule, even in the military, in special force don’t fuck with your teammate because it could be a major problem in situations... and in a fuckign mafia it more of a problem.

"Well I knew you would say this, so I actually made a connection with some luxury... prostitutes... so I can call up one or two, three or four." Pablo said as he pulled out his phone. "Do you want to use a condom or not?" He glanced at Joseph. "I mean while you were in prison, they invented things, medicine and other essentials for women in this field, so you can, you know, fuck without protection... they are safe and even have things like documents of proof from doctors that they have nothing... that’s why they are luxury ones."

Finally one thing that Pablo did right... and it was kinda mind-blowing to Joseph, the way he prepared for something like this... he did it better than managing the fucking family money.

And it was just funny and Joseph even chuckled a bit, because Pablo was truly explaining it like a professional on the field and at the same time it was kinda new to him, surprising to say so that this thing existed, because what he knew is street girls, not luxury bitches.

"Wait, is it legal?" he asked, and Pablo immediately knew he wanted to do something.

"Yeah it actually is, and there is a so-called red light district where people pay to fuck, you know, but this one, the luxury ones are only going for VIP." He explained once again. "Like they are crazy you can even sniff cocaine from their ass."

Silence once again as they just both looked at each other, and Pablo realized he might just snitch on himself... it was surprising what Pablo’s fantasy and needs are, in the same time it was something that Jospeh accepted like, it’s okay to use cocaine from a woman’s ass... just don’t get too addicted to it.

Though he had something more important to ask about it.

"Isn’t that the best information web? Like they fucking with all types of clients, getting information, everything they just can get."

"Actually it is, that’s how I know so many things. I asked them nicely and even paid to get some out of them, but it’s more the street girls and the middle ones," Pablo said. "The luxury ones are very picky girls, they’re gorgeous, and also intelligent, they know what they want, and from who they want it."

It was understandable, because that’s how they keep their circle small, they consume influential ones close... and that’s how they are blackmailing.

"So they want me, or what, how do I come into the picture for them if they are picky?" Joseph asked, because that part made no sense.

"You’re handsome, with a lot of money and power. Those are things that women want, you have all three of them, and well, I made a good connection with them, so they said ’If Cassian gets out, call us up.’ So yeah, I can call them at any time." Pablo said, but something just told Joseph that Pablo did something more to get them this close... well it’s his secret.

But it actually sounded good, because to Joseph, it was a smart business idea. Luxury prostitutes were one way to get closer to people, to build connections, and leverage those connections... not just that, but they could also be used to bribe or blackmail, since in his mind the likelihood that politicians and legitimate businessmen were cheating on their wives with them was high... and also the mafia.

Suddenly, what had seemed like a little relaxing time with girls became another business opportunity for him... a way to strengthen relationships and maybe gain information if needed.

"These luxury girls... who is their boss or whatever?" He looked at Pablo and he immediately knew he wanted to do something.

"A woman called Aisha Burjan, and under her are 40 of these girls. Let me guess, you want to get closer to her?" Something was different about Pablo’s eyes.

"Yeah it would be good, you know back then there was a homeless mafia, which was more like an organization that helped whoever paid enough money." Another memory.. "I remember they had clean up services, they were also the eyes of the people, and they could hide whoever needed to hide."

"Oh I didn’t hear about them, though we were homeless."

"Well my father killed all of them, because they were a danger in his eyes... they just had a lot of sensitive information, warehouses, hangars, bunkers, meeting spots, they truly were a great organization, but at the same time posed a great danger." He sighed as he thought about it... how good it would have been if his father hadn’t killed them. "If we look at it, these prostitutes are the same... a big information ring... anyway, did you try to do something with this Aisha?" He glanced at Pablo

"No, she’s... too hard to deal with. She knows she has power, and she uses it. In a way, she’s like Jelena, though much more careful. I tried to get some information, but she started playing mind games, so I just took her number and left."As Pablo said it, even his face looked exhausted, as if just talking about it drained him something that only fueled James’s excitement even more

Like a luxury prostitute ring leader trying to play mind games... how good is that... and well it can be counted as relaxation. Yeah... excitement once again.

"Can you call her up to have a meeting with me?" James asked and Pablo just stared at him, with those same tired eyes and with regret that he even talked about this.

"Are you sure? I mean just have fun with the girls not with her... she is like a witch and—"

"Oh that fun too, Pablo, and relaxation on its own. I don’t know so much about the world, so maybe she can even educate me." There was a mischievous smile on Joseph’s face, one that just told Pablo that yeah he fucked up mentioning it but now he had to do it and make the call.

"Yeah..." Pablo spoke and made the call, while Joseph closed his eyes and tried to relax... maybe even imagine those girls a little, snorting cocaine off... their booty hole... but at the same time, it was frustrating.

So much needed to be done, so much had happened to him... he had almost been assassinated, then saved, only to be given the name of someone who wanted him dead... the fucking mayor... and that was before even thinking about the others lurking in the shadows.

And now he is going to deal with a prostitute leader... how good life is.