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Nerthus “How did you find me?” I shrug, scanning the room as we sit in a booth at a bar of the casino. “I’m dating the King, remember?” “I heard the King has long lost the castle as he was exiled,” he scoffs, taking a sip of the amber liquid of the new drink he got himself. Leaning in, I scrunch up my face. “Well, he is back. And we need your help. How much to save a King’s ass?” “Why me?” he asks, gulping. I shrug again, holding his gaze. “You mean business. You are loyal to your highest bidder. No morals, no games. We are ready to pay you any sum to get you onto our side. Also, we go a long way back, don’t we, Mikey?” “Yeah… What tells you that I would take a higher pay from your adversary to betray you?” He scrunches up his face, obviously not liking the pet name. I smile, leaning back. “Like I said. You mean business. And you wouldn’t be that stupid to throw away a nice challenge for a bit of money. Also, as I said, we will double any offer.” “I don’t know,” he says, pin
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Nerthus I gulp painfully as I descend a set of stairs to what seems to be a bunker. Even if Arawn’s broad shoulders are perfectly reassuring, I feel a bit lost as we reach what should be Michelangelo’s main operating base. “Ready?” Arawn asks, making me nod. He clears his throat, lifting his hand to pound it against the secured door and a small screen on the right side lights up, showing Michelangelo’s smiling face. “You are late, Your Highness,” he says jokingly, making me chuckle. “Hurry up then,” Arawn growls and a click resounds. I pull my jeans jacket close as a cold wind blows up the stairs just as he opens the door, and we walk into a wide hall where we find Michelangelo, welcoming us with spread arms. “Welcome, it’s this way.” Arawn holds out his hand for me to take, and we follow him through the arched bows of the underground tunnels just as we reach a slightly bigger hall which was dismantled and is now filled with gigantic servers signaling their activity with bli
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Nerthus I’m clasping my cup as I stare at the TV spellbound. The news anchor’s voice keeps fading out as I follow the huge letters of the breaking news running along the bottom of the big screen. The news channel switches on to the live feed of Feds coming out of the main offices of the Goldman Group, carrying boxes filled with documents and technical appliances. It took a few days until we saw the first effects rolling out from when the hackers had started working. But when it started showing, I couldn’t get through the day gasping enthusiastically at least once every hour. It was just perfect, and my malicious joy was having a field day. After they got into his systems and could ravage through his files as well as the client records, they planted fake documents perfectly. It didn’t take much longer to have them unfold their destructive potential as they got anonymously leaked to the closest business partners of Goldman, making them believe that they fell for a so-called Ponzi
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Danny “Go make yourself an awesome night, please,” Amber looks at me pleadingly, and I lower my gaze to see the many hundred-dollar bills in my hand. My brain cells are already doing some kind of dance to celebrate this, making me miss what she says next, but as I hear Elia respond with a grunt, I know that it wasn’t directed toward me anyway. Just as I’m about to turn towards her again, telling her that I want to watch the game with Arawn, she closes the door in my face, making me jerk back. “Aw, man,” I groan, pushing the crumbled bills into the pocket of my jacket. Elia sighs, laying his hand over my shoulder. “What did you want to do?” “Actually, I wanted to watch the game with Arawn tonight,” I respond, as he steers me to the elevator. Two armed men remain standing at the entrance while we ride down with the third man who was positioned in the apartment to protect Amber. “Sometimes plans get interrupted, but a man always has to be happy when the other gets to change his p
Game With The Mafia King Prologue
I was 15 when I first sold myself. Setting it up through a cousin of mine, I got quite good money for my virginity. And while the other girls were telling their awkward stories or crying over their heartbreak, I soon discovered that mine was quite the best way to go. Boys were idiots anyway. Pretty little puppies that were ready to pay to not be left alone. At the age of 17, I moved out and went to live in the city. My cousin knew a guy who owned a house where people like me could stay. Nobody asks questions, everybody minds their own business. I shared a room with a woman named Hoang Lan. She came from Vietnam. She had been sold out far younger than me, as her parents were poor and needed the money. A girl is just a burden in a world made for boys. The difference between Lan and me was that while I paid a provision to my cousin and was allowed to keep a bit of money for myself, she never saw a dime. Her pimp paid for what she needed, and the rest was sent directly to her parents. S
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Nerthus “She was everything I had.” I roll my eyes internally as I comfort the man crying next to me. “Oh, poor Max. I’m sure Yuppie will look down on you and is always with you.” Yes, he just lost his cat a few days ago. As I got off the streets, I was surprised how many men just booked me to talk or go out without even touching me. Society can be really hard on men without an appropriate companion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for any easily earned money. And I don’t enjoy a man’s touch particularly. But I’m not good with people. I’m better in bed. So, having people wanting to act as a babysitter or a shrink weighs on me. I prefer being fucked from the moment I get in, to the moment I get out. If there is no talking, it is even better. “Maybe there is something I can do, to make you feel better, Max?” I purr, moving my hand over his leg and he lifts his head out of his hands and stares at me incredulously. “You can’t bring her back, can you?!” He shouts before starting
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Nerthus Of course, I never have to wait long in such an outfit at this hour. I try to keep the conversation with my cabdriver to a minimum. Fortunately, he talks so much that I can keep my answers short. I really don’t like conversing with men when I’m not getting paid for it. He drives me across the buzzing city like he wants to establish a new record and I nearly get to re-taste my coffee. Arrived at the beautiful office building near Madison Square Garden, I take the elevator to a floor at a dizzy high. As I step out of the elevator, I enter a bumbling world of its own. My high heels clack on the tiled floor as I reach the large and elegant reception. The massive desk reflects the sand-colored tiles of the floors and outshines it with incorporated embellishments in gold and brown. The letters of the agency name thrones on it prominently, following the color pattern. Fabulous Companion Putting my hands on the chilly surface of the reception desk, I clear my throat before speak
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Nerthus I slip out of my heels with a sigh and throw my bag on my white couch in the living room. The happiness I feel every time I get home is something I still can’t believe. The money I spent on having it furnished in white and dark brown colors, to have it lined with white and grey tiles and to have the white walls worked in stucco, might be extortionate, but I don’t regret even a dime. I also put a lot of effort into decorating the rooms with fresh flowers and mostly yellow or pink home accessories. My love for modern art that I got to know through my many advanced trainings sponsored by the agency, manifests itself through the colorful artworks I have hanging on the walls. Apart from that, my apartment is pretty clinical. I don’t have anything personal on display. Not that I would have any pretty memories to disclose. I like to say that my apartment is just like me. Fully pragmatic. After taking a short shower, I slip into an oversized shirt and cotton shorts. While my pasta
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