Page 4 of Buried in Blood
That’s how I got involved with The Orchard. The Orchard is my baby. This is where I get elite clients from all over the world coming to see the girls that I’ve scouted. My girls. And one boy, but they come for the girls.
Harmony fills my void, and I want every man on this planet to experience what I get to.
They are fed, watered, and bathed before auctions, so it reallyishumane, despite what people might think. We only take people who have no future. No one will come looking for them. We give them a second chance.
Just. Like. Me.
I never truly valued my life until I was given a second chance. Now, I will make the most of it. I might be a monster in some eyes, but to others… I’m a fucking god. I am Midas. Everything I touch turns to fucking gold.
Right now, I sit inside my house, debating on beating the fuck out of Harmony for forgetting her job. Her job is to please. I think she forgot that today.
I have to admit. I enjoyed painting her thick ass with my cum. It’s a sight I love to fucking see.
I only have eyes for Harmony, despite being in the business of trafficking. They all seem helpless. Harmony is hopeful. Her positive attitude is one I wish to never change. No matter what I put her through, she always comes out smiling. Such a fucking people pleaser.
I pull up the live feed from The Orchard and check in on things. We currently have seven girls and one boy, but we’ll soon have eight girls. All of them are over 18. That’s my rule. I don’t care about kids. I killed a handful with some bad drugs, but I’d never sell them into trafficking. I’m notthatfucked up.
I see the hallways are clear, and people occupy the rooms. Everything looks good.
I’m only thirty minutes from the venue, so it’s no problem when I need to make an appearance.
I set my phone down and pour myself a glass of vodka. I need to get my shit together. Now that Astra saw me picking up Harmony, a new war is blooming. I need to stay ahead of it. If I don’t, I might meet my fate once more.
If I escaped death once, there is no doubt in my mind, I could escape it again.
Lucien has always had problems with me. That’s why he did it in the first place. He wanted me gone. Forever.
If only, he could have gotten so lucky.
Growing up, my brother and I lived different lives. I was always getting the attention, and he was always left to rot in the shadows. That’s why he got jealous. He wanted the spotlight, for one goddamn day. Hell, he even thought killing me would catapult him into the spotlight, but dad mourned my death until he met his own fate.
Mybrother will never win.
He also may have been pissed once he found out what all I have done… but he shouldn’t be mad. None of it directly affected him. He’s just too ethical for his own good.
Ethics get you killed.
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“Is it done?” I ask Reese.
“Yes, sir. Ashes have been buried.”
“Good.” I end the call, accepting his response. Every week, we hold a ritual. It’s where we cleanse the world of an unworthy soul. Someone who doesn’t value the life they were given. This week, we sacrificed a younger woman, maybe 20 years old. She was a drug addict and was caught trying to steal from Enrique.
Enrique supplies some of our captives with drugs to make them more comfortable in their own skin. It wasn’t the fact that she was a druggie, which deemed her soul as unworthy. It was the fact that she dared to steal.
We don’t fucking steal.
Every sacrifice is the same. It gets boring after a while, but I feel good knowing I am doing my part to make the world a better place.
I rinse my hands in the sink and splash cool water over my face. Fuck. It’s been a day. I need to check on my girl. I rush up the stairs and open my bedroom door.
Steam flows out from under the bathroom door. The thought of Harmony naked already stirs my dick to life. Fuck.
I suppress the urge to fuck her again, and I approach the door. It’s locked. Fucking locked. I bang on the door with my fist. Letting my fist ring into the wood.
“Open the fucking door!”
