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But, we found out that a deal had been made with Alessandro Romero for some girls, the timing matching up, and it was looking like Holly Mooney might have been a part of that deal. Young blonde virgin acquired through contacts of Delgado gets bounced a couple times until people lose track of her?

The young underage blonde who was said to be coming from the north (she was marked as having come from NorthernCanada) had been added to a shipment of girls and we traced every girl but the blonde underage one. She vanished.

The odds of someone like that winding up with Angel’s sister? Unfortunately, the seedy underworlds our father operated in were incestuous that way and there were multiple criminal organizations linked with the partners of Kruna.

Her ending up with a guy who had plenty of reasons to hate us? Not good news for us.

If he had gotten ahold of her, she might now be anywhere. Or nowhere. And even if she was still alive, if he found out her sister was married to the guy who blew up his brother Jesse by booby trapping my safe house and leading him there? It might not go well for Holly. Or me.

The fact that Romero was doing business with the cartel who had taken over his uncle’s territory during a time when the rivalry had been very much alive was valuable information and it might work to our advantage.

That brewing hatred was one of the reasons that other cartel helped my brother take out Juan Carlos Castillo. Things were very political in Mexico and we were still fact-finding. I was glad Angel wasn’t demanding to be kept up to date on every detail. This would be a roller coaster for her emotions and the information was trickling slower than molasses uphill.

2

Las Vegas

“Leo’s been flying’ low, man, mostly under the radar. I don’t trust it,” Johnny told me, lighting a cigar.

“He’s not flyin’ low,” I corrected. “Not even a little bit.”

We were in a quiet corner, in a VIP booth at Goldberg’s titty bar, after getting back from checking progress on the new space. Fete was ready. It was looking good, too.

The new club would consist of a larger theater, experience and VIP rooms, theme rooms for observation or for play, and a swanky cocktail lounge for people in the kink community to meet.

Some of those VIP rooms were going to be experience rooms where women or men could pay to be dominated by a professional Dom or Domme or to dominate professional submissives for hire.

They could sign up for orgy participation, be placed in a cage blindfolded to be used by others, they could be strapped onto a Sybian, either alone or in a display room, be on either end of a glory hole, the list went on. People could order their fantasyand pay through the nose for the experience. It was like Fantasy Island, the kinky version. And Ben Goldberg was Mr. Roark.

The place was fucking filthy. But swanky as fuck and it was going to make us a lot of dosh. There was a public club as well as a VIP area for vetted and approved members, only.

I didn’t need the money. But it was a nice incentive. And I liked to finish what I started. Plus, John Lewis was probably my closest buddy and needed Ferrano help.

“I got six kids to put through college, Tommy, man. And the economy has been fuckin’ killin’ me.”

It helped that staying involved would mean I could also block and maybe even crush Leo Denarda under my heel like the cockroach deserved. He’d been an annoyance up until now.

Now? He was proving to be a serious pain in my ass. I looked forward to watching him fuck himself over by being an idiot. It wouldn’t take long for him to piss off the wrong person and get a price put on his head.

And as for Fete itself? I woulda ate this shit up back when I was single. Fuck, I’d have considered moving in, building condos next door.

The book world had brought kink into the forefront and out of the woodwork and underground dungeon clubs so more people could now get what they wanted (within limits, usually) or what they thought they might want.

But, it also meant that the crazies came. Some people in that lifestyle or curious about it were happy about the ability to widen their net. Others were pissed at the mockery that was being made of their lifestyle.

I’d dabbled in the scene but had never considered myself ‘in the lifestyle’.

I’d never known what it took to be a nurturing Dominant. Before Athena, I liked to fuck the submissives and got a rush out of fucking the sub-curious females who had no fucking ideawhat it was like to fuck a man with a hefty appetite for rough and dominating sex. The shit I’d pulled with some of those girls? I should’ve been kicked out of the club I had membership in back home; they just gave me a wide berth because of who I am and how I’d handle perceived disrespect.

I now knew that the girls I’d hooked up with there should be poster children for what to watch out for and hownotto dabble in the world of dark kink.

Since Tia, I was trying to learn a little more about the life, to learn how to be what her submissive side needed while not giving complete control to my hunger. I’d read a couple books on the subject and figured if I could figure out how to manage my urges, maybe I’d keep a lock on them most of the time.

And beyond helping us keep our sex life safely spicy, it could help me with my demons. I wasn’t looking to define my sexual tastes or put labels on my relationship with my girl, but I was trying to get my head out of my own ass so that I could be the man she needed.

I was trying to show maturity as a husband, as the man she’d voluntarily given herself to. I had to protect her, from me if needed.

Of course the idea of seeing that fear before submission still got me hard, but since she got pregnant, I was happy to feed her hungry appetite for fucking but yet we hadn’t played any games.

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