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dream. We lied to their parents and illegally transported them here to become professional prostitutes, however the majority of these girls would only end up on drugs, pregnant, beaten to death, and living the same lifestyle back where they were from.
    Through the years of living under my uncle , I had seen many girls come from almost every country—every poor country. They were given an option to pay off their debts of being brought here with a year of work, the House being entitled to eighty percent of that to cover the costs of operation, transportation and housing. At two thousand five hundred dollars a session, with two sessions a day, they were still making a thousand dollars a day. So if they wanted out of this life, they just needed to work for a year and pay a hundred thousand dollar buyout fee then they would be free to do what they wanted.
    Honestly , in the last four years, what I had learned and found out about this business was that no one left. I had not seen one girl who had bought herself out after their one year contract had ended. Yes, my auntie held all the money for them, but with a simple request form, they could take out ten thousand dollars at a time. Everything was safe, with no risk of it being misplaced or stolen.
    Lost in thought, my attention snapped back towards him as my uncle quietly stood up, clearing his throat. “Ryan, walk me upstairs. I need to take a nap before dinner.”
    “Of course , Uncle.”
    Immediately, the two girls heard us and came rushing to aid my uncle, however he waved them off. “Girls, go out. Come back by seven for dinner.”
    Their excited grins couldn’t be held back as they thanked him before the y left the room and rushed upstairs to their quarters to get dressed and go out for a couple hours.
    I was staring after the girls when I saw him limp. Going over to hold him to steady his footing, we then slowly made our way towards his bedroom.
    He had a bad leg. Stories suggest ed that he had gotten into a scuffle back in Japan and had been stabbed eight times, mostly in his lower body, and managed to survive. He was the epitome of a true gangster, a true survivor. And I respected that about him so much.
    After I tucked him in his bed, I closed the door and headed off towards my quarters to unwind before getting ready for the dinner bash.
    Dinner , after bringing in new girls, was an event. Constant rounds of golden caviar, foie gras, the best cuts of fatty tuna, and a great selection of women!
    Without fail, I always bagged two girls at the same time every introduction dinner. I was a man of tradition, and tonight would be no different.
    Standing six-foot-two, muscular, green/gray eyes, charming and a blatant flirt, I was the “baby” of the family, so I got the most attention. Some tried to impress me, hoping that I would settle with them, but marriage was not on my agenda. With my new acceptance in the family business, the expectations were high. Besides, there were so many more pussies to beat up.

Chapter 2
     
    “Come in ,” I called out to whoever was knocking on the other side of the door.
    Vera came through before closing the door behind her.
    She was another Russian import, my personally assigned house girl , giving and accommodating whatever I needed at all hours of the day. It was her only job in the house. To please me until her contract was up.
    She was strikingly stunning , drop dead gorgeous; five-foot-eight and with the smallest, prettiest face I had ever laid eyes upon. Her conservative skirt with a slit on her right thigh, silk blouse that waved around her ever-so-perky breasts, and her hair high up in a power bun, completed her look that drove any man’s testosterone levels into overdrive
    I had lusted after her from the moment my eyes had connected with her gray-blue ones. And even though she catered to my needs, she was the one that I could never fuck. There were times I felt like I was about to explode from wanting her so badly, however every