3. Nothing Can't Be Handled

TRACE

January 2018

Agrianthropos City

My gaze darted around the room filled with five naked women. The three European women were part of the new ones who arrived on the island just yesterday. Jake sent them to Logan. They are models at Jake's modeling agency who aren't primarily modeling to make money. The other two, a Japanese and a Korean, are from Chase. Chase is one of the newly recruited members of our organization, and we, the founders, allowed him to have a casa here on the island; his main business is selling pussies.

About Jake, he is one of the seven founders, which includes me, and has an agency. Jake's prostitution or pussy selling was concealed behind the modeling agency. Jake's bitches are all clean because Jake makes sure of that. What's the point of being a doctor if the femininity of his models can't be cleaned up at all?

"Master," the blonde European said in a seductive whisper when she got close to me. The woman had an angelic appearance and a serene smile. She could become my favorite soon because she is the one who blows like a pro among the five of them at my hotel's presidential suite. She is also the sexiest and tightest of the five new models slash whores. I'll likely take care of her for a few months and give her to Logan. 

Before the blonde could blowjob me, the Japanese came up behind us, knelt in front of me, and shoved my dick into her mouth. I let her perform, but she coughed when she tried to deep throat. Damn! What a dumb one! She can't handle more than half of my cock at a time.

I held her head and pushed my length until it reached her throat. She is weak and lacks experience. How could Chase recommend this to me? Stupid bitch! I saw how her tears fell onto her cheeks, but I didn't care. They had to show me their skills to make me decide if I would let them stay here in Agrianthropos or not.

My six best friends and I, my co-founders, controlled the island. The island serves its purpose; it is a haven for the big-time criminals that want to escape the government laws from whatever country, place, or even fucking planet they have been.

Lev is my mentor and most trusted friend. I was only ten when I first met Lev in an orphanage my mother once supported. Lev was the one who brought up the idea of buying the island. I was only twenty-one when I first heard from him about the plan. After two years, we purchased this island as we wanted to utilize the money we all earned from joining the gang of Lev.

Ana Francesca Ferreira, my mother, is a lovely Brazilian who fell in love with my moron politician father. Moron? Yes, moron. My father is a moron who had an affair with his whore secretary and killed my mother when I was fifteen. I despise those two.

When I saw Lev in the streets again after years of seeing him in the orphanage, he became like a big brother to Paige and me. Lev was there when I was heartbroken by my mother's early death. Only Lev and Logan were beside me before, just the two of them, and it was fine. We were only three, yet transactions and illegal things were easy and went well.

Yes, we were only three at first... until Lev brought Daxon, Elliot, Jeru, and Jake into the picture. I didn't like Elliott then because we had a disagreement the first time we met. I also didn't like Daxon, for he was mysterious and suspicious. I didn't like them initially, but they are among my best buddies now. We were young and driven to achieve our goals when we started our organization.

I came from a prestigious family. All I need to do is say my last name, and people will respect me in our province. Our family's last name is equivalent to the whole area of Salvacion.

The implication of my last name meant nothing to me, actually. I am more affluent than my father. My legal businesses are earning less than my illegal ones. I am making more money as one of Foedus' founders. With Foedus, I could have everything I wanted.

"Do you want me to please you more?" After I extracted my length from her mouth, the lame Japanese bitch asked. She tried to entice me by brushing her pussy on my thigh. What an idiotic move for someone who can't even give me a good deep throat! I glance at the other bitches; the French whore was smooching with the Italian. They are both satisfying themselves.

"What did you say?" I asked. I want to know if I heard her right.

"I asked if you wanted me to please you, mast—" I immediately held her neck to strangle her. One thing I dislike is a slut who acts as if I need her. I could have a bunch of bitches and kill them all if it pleases me. She was wrong in asking me. She should learn that pleasing me means waiting for me to pay attention to her fucking body. I should not be questioned. I should be served.

When the four other cunts saw me strangling their mate, they screamed as they ran outside the suite in their nakedness. When Logan, my fucker cousin, walked into the room, the Japanese whore I was strangling was already turning blue, as if she was on the verge of death.

"Fuck, Trace! What the hell are you doing?!" My cousin exclaimed and asked while walking in to get near me.

I didn't listen to him and continued killing Chase's angel.

"Hey, hey, hey…." Logan stopped me by pulling me away from the skank.

"Stop it, Trace! Have mercy, for fuck's sake!" I released the woman from my grasp. She fell and is now gasping for air while holding her neck.

"Leave us!" Logan told her. She immediately stood up and walked out of the room, even though it looked like her soul hadn't returned fully to her body. I took a cigarette from Logan and lit it. I inhaled some smoke to calm myself. I am not a smoker like Logan, but if my manhood is still hard and not yet satisfied, I need fucking cigarettes to calm it down.

Pissed off, I blew out the smoke I inhaled.

"Tangina! What miracle brought you here? I thought you forgot the island."

Logan laughed and went to bed, and sat there.

"I just have something for you, fucker! What a show that welcomed me here."

I chuckled. "That whore deserved it. She irritates me."

"What happened?" Logan was laughing while asking me. Logan is always like this, laughing at my disposal. Still, he's my best cousin and always supports everything I plan.

"She stupidly asked me if I wanted her to please me," I answered Logan's question and ignored the fact that I was naked. I walked to the closet, got a towel, and wrapped it around my waist.

"That's it? And you're going to kill her?" He was surprised and asked. When it comes to women, it's hard for him to understand me sometimes. Logan is a playboy; every pussy is essential to him. "I think you need to unwind, man!"

I sighed. I know I usually bring trouble to our organization, but nothing I can't handle.

 "She is starting to make the statement that she thought she could control me because of her fucking pussy," I stated, then smirked. "I should kill her before she gets worse."