“I heard that Zeke does this for all of his girls,” the woman said, taking a seat. She had to go into the sweet category.
“Zeke?”
“The guy who was talking to you outside. You know, the one that shot those men, he’s the boss. This is his club, and we belong to him.”
“Oh.”
“I’m Rachel. No need to know last names.”
“Alessandria.”
They shook hands.
“Do you enjoying whoring?” Rachel asked.
“I don’t have a choice why I’m here.”
Rachel shook her head. “No, I can tell you aren’t into this life style.” Sympathy moved across her face.
“You’re here because you want to?” Alessandria said.
Rachel nodded. “I am. I love sex; I love having that control in giving yourself to a man. This is the only business I’ll ever be good at. I dropped out of school, ran away from home when I was sixteen, and I’ve been working the streets for some time.” Rachel told her story, and Zeke saw the horror in Alessandria’s eyes. “See, that’s why I know you’re not part of this world.” Rachel pointed at the horror that covered Alessandria’s body.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Look around you, Alessandria, we’re all here, and we’ve got our own story to tell. The streets are a fucking awful place. If a pimp catches you, you’re in trouble. You can’t work for yourself since some clients like to be rough. The moment I heard about Zeke and the care he gives to his women, I knew I had to get here. This is a start of a whole new life. We’re not treated like scum here. He respects us because we earn him money. This, believe it or not, is a better life.” Rachel laughed. “I’ve even heard we get Christmas vacation as well. I love Christmas.”
Zeke couldn’t help but laugh.
“They’re making you sound like a fucking saint,” Randy said.
“Compared to the life they’ve lived on the streets, I am a saint.” He did give them holidays off. The wealthy clients were always at home with their families, so Zeke made sure his girls were taken care of. He owned a block of apartments not far from the club so they could have their own life outside of his hours.#p#分页标题#e#
What a lot of people didn’t know was the women who found love, a family, and a life, moved on. Zeke didn’t force them to remain in the lifestyle forever. The women that got greedy, tried to rob him, hurt his clients, or give him a bad name, they didn’t live to see another Christmas. On the one hand, he was a fair man; on the other, he was a mean motherfucker.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Rachel said. “You’ve got your own story to tell, but it’s not like ours.”
Alessandria licked her lips and stared down at her lap. “I, erm, I fell in love with the wrong man. I trusted him, and I told him things.” Tears that had filled her eyes slid down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“One day, you’re going to need to tell your story, but you don’t have to tell me. I’m not here to cause trouble.”
The doctor’s assistant came through again, and Rachel went with him, waving at Alessandria.
“What do you think her story is?”
“I think a pimp lured her in and then turned her. It happens many times, giving false hopes and dreams. He probably told her that he loved her, cared about her, but she had to do a little something for him. Before long, he was passing her around, breaking her down.” Zeke had heard of it many times. Growing up, he’d seen it happen, especially with girls at school. Young girls were the most vulnerable since they were so damn naive.
“Damn. I hate fucking pimps.”
Zeke gave him a look.
“Not you. You don’t count, and from what you just told me, you are a fucking saint.”
“I’m not. I will kill any one of those girls if they try to fuck or screw me over.” Zeke pointed at the screen again.
Randy let out a sigh. “I’m getting old.”
He couldn’t argue with him. It wasn’t going to be long until he was a grandfather himself.
The thought of Daniella pregnant filled Zeke with a lot of sadness. He wasn’t used to having his daughter so emotionally far away from him and with a fucking Soldier. Pushing thoughts of his daughter aside, he stared at the screen. None of the women had tried to shoot up, or were showing signs of drug use, which was good. He didn’t have to worry about getting them off the hard shit first.
His girls didn’t use. He didn’t deal with junkies.
When the doctor’s assistant took Alessandria, he gave Randy the nod to turn the sound back on in the room.