Foreword

Samme cassel

“Brother, stay away from her, it will only bring misfortune for me business,”says Damm relentlessly.

"She… she is important to me."

She is my wife, I think, though I don't say it.

Saying it will make me weak.

But it is.

Damn it, of course it is!

"Get away from her and get on with the damn business, Samme." You are good at what you do. You run the whores and I take care of the money and the guns. What the heck changed?

That's the question that has been around in my head for weeks.

"Don't intervene in my life."

"If you don't get rid of her, I will, and I'm sureYou don't want to see her bleed

I feel like the rage inside me is about to boil over. I clench my fists and move closer to him.

"Put a fucking finger on it and my hand won't shake to finish you off."

Damm walks up to me and his alcohol smell hits me on the face.

The bastard must be over how much shit he drank tonight.

But I see something else, something that I don't immediately see.

What are you hiding this time?

"Look around you, Samme." You're the damn manager of a club. What the hell are you looking for fucking with just one woman when you can have them all?

At that moment one of the waitresses passes by; my brother walks up to her and stops her.

"You…" I almost spit out the pronoun.

"Y”Sir, what do you need?"

That is Damm, always full of fear and terror to everyone around her.

It causes that dread to those who are close.

But me.

You can go to Patagonia for me and fuck a damn cactus.

“Open your legs.

The woman gasps, but does what he tells her to do.

She is wearing the black leather dress, which is the club uniform.

He looks at me with exorbitant and scared eyes.

"Leave her alone, Damm," I snapped at my brother, but he told me to shut up.

“No! The roar reverberates throughout the club.

People look at us.

I give them a steely look. As is often the case, everyone does what they should do again.

There are clients, but all of them repetitive. Nobody here looks for what they haven't missed. Whoever comes to our club knows what they are looking for.

Damm enters one of his hands into the girl's dress, who must not be more than twenty”two years old, and I see the exact moment where he touches her vagina.

She gasps.

I don't take my eyes off the scene.

I'm a fucking voyeurist, a voyeur.

"See, Samme?" This is yours! He yells at me. His arm is further lost inside the girl's dress. Open up, you fucking bitch. Open up, I know what you want. I know you've been staring at me all damn night.

"Damm ..." "I can't take this anymore, not like this."

I walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder.

His eyes with heterochromia, one honey color and the other green, look at me injected with fury.

A fury that I do not want to be unloaded on an innocent.

His damn problem is with me and most likely with himself.

There is something he does not tell me.

My brother is unstable, but this time he's more out of place than ever.

"Leave her, Damm." Talk to me.

"Leave the fucking whore!" Stop seeing it or I'll disappear!

"Don't you dare put a damn finger on him, Damm!" "At the mention of Aria, something in me explodes and burns everything inside." Don't mention it!

He pushed him.

The girl falls next to him.

I turn around and have a drink of the Glenfiddich 40 years of aging.

The cup slips out of my hand and mysteriously ends up smashing into the wall in front of me.

"You're going to get us into trouble." —My brother comes up to me and sticks to the whiskey bottle on the table; He swallows the amber liquid as if it were water. It's a fucking waste of time. Do you know what they can do to us thanks to her? It could be a damn trap! We are at war, Samme!

"No, you are!"

I push him away from him, sit on the couch and pull out my cell phone.

"Look at me, Samme." "He's coming closer to me again."

I put my phone away and force myself to look at it.

Nobody fucks me as much as my older brother.

It only takes me five years, but shit those years have taught me take its toll over time.

He wears a black shirt and jeans barely held by the strap he wears.

It is deteriorated.

We have two clubs, one just opened this month and one in Chicago.

This is just a facade.

This one is for Manhattan high society and the other is where the real customers go.

"She is going to be your undoing and therefore mine." If you don't get rid of her, I will. Don't make me repeat it, Samme.

"What happened to the DuFlu?" "I analyze it relentlessly." Unconscious, look to the left. I grab his face with both hands. Don't even think about lying to me, Damm. What happened to the shipment you were going to deliver?

“I lost it.

I feel oxygen leaking from my lungs.

The DuFlu ...

Shit.

The damn French mafia.

The most important right now in the world of guns and whores.

And Damm loses a shipment?

“When I pass? I let go of it and look at it like the same scum that it is.

Damm is thirty”five years old, but the bad decisions he has made have made him a bloody rubble.

“Yesterday.

“Yesterday?!

"Don't yell at me, damn it!" You were in Chicago with that fucking bitch!

I clench my fists hearing him talk about Aria like that.

I don't understand why the hell it makes me mad.

Until a few weeks ago I would have given the same if he talked about her that way, but now something has changed.

What changed?

"That's why I'm telling you to leave her." Leave her, you will find others. You're fucking Samme Cassel, so you'll find plenty. You can choose from any country! Take the damn plane and get yourself a harem.

"Stay out of my life, Damm."

"The woman disappears."

"Fuck you."

I get up from the leather sofa and my brother does the same.

"I'm going to split her." I'll finish her off myself.

"Shut up, damn it!" Shut your damn mouth!

On impulse, I pull the Beretta 92 from the small of my back and aim straight at my brother's head.

"Shoot, you fucking bastard!" Shoot your brother! Kill him for a fuck!

"She's not a fuck!" I am surprised at my own words and tenacity.

My hand doesn't shake when holding the loaded pistol. I am used to carrying weapons.

"Would you dare to kill your own brother for an ass?" Would you dare to shoot? Of course not! “mocks. I unlock my Beretta and raise my eyebrows, indicating that I am ready to do so. Don't you realize things? Can't you see you're screwing up my business ?!

I notice how his voice trembles.

“Our! I correct him.

Our father, Dustin Cassel, the owner of everything we handle today, was in charge. We stayed to handle it when he couldn't do it anymore.

Four bullets to the chest and two to the head.

A very specific note: stay on your damn ground.

My father had taken one of the Greik women as his protégé and they found a way to break into our house and kill him.

Five years have passed since Dad's death and I still find it hard to believe that I let myself be wrapped up by my brother to continue running his business.

Businesses that I was not aware of, not until my father started frequenting bars with us to introduce us to his friends. Then I realized that they were his clients.

I was just preparing the ground.

The Greik's own a third of the clubs in Manhattan.

The Cassels on the other side.

A single rule exists between both sides: do not mix with the other's business.

I keep the pistol, but not before putting the safety on it.

I have been passionate about weapons since I was very young and I have reached a level where I clean, operate, insert and remove the safety automatically.

"If the DuFlu come for us ...

"They will come for you!" I speak hard and sink my index finger into his chest threateningly. It's your shit! You clean it!

The DuFlu are the highest range in the world of weapons.

What started as agreements to transport arms from France to the United States suddenly became the purchase of women for our club. In return, Damm would find them selling their weapons in the United States.

In our clubs no woman works under obligation. Every woman here is of legal age. They are aware of their job obligations.

I try not to get mistreated when it comes to pleasing customers. So far, those who have dared to lay a finger on my girls have not lived to tell the tale.

Those are the rules of my fucking business.

And my rules are always respected.

"You're wrong, Samme." In that you are wrong. A devilish, sadistic smile crosses his face.

I'm pretty sure some cocaine must have gotten up his nose before he got to the club tonight, which doesn't surprise me. It's about Damm, the man who drinks and smokes like a damned possessed. It is the representation of a perverted sadist and drug addict.

I am not a saint, I have never considered myself one, but where my brother steps, the damn grass does not grow.

But he is my brother.

It is the only thing that I have.

"There is only one small problem in your theory about the DuFlu." He takes a step back and raises his hands to his head. I told them you lost it.

“That?! I grab him by the collar of his shirt. What the hell did you do?

“I did what I have to do.

"What did you do, Damm?" I shake it hard.

He lets out a laugh.

Fuck, he's gone on cocaine!

I want to take out the Beretta and empty the magazine on his pathetic body, but then I remember the promise I made to my mother the night we discovered my father's body on the bloody tile; I'll take care of my unstable brother even if I lose my life trying.

"I told you to stay away from her." I told you. You didn't listen to your older brother, ”he croons.

This can not be.

Fear settles in my chest.

I stick my nose to Damm's.

I know that he did something very serious, since he feels fulfilled and happy.

And there is only one way for Damm Cassel to be happy.

Either he's high or hurt someone.

"I gave it to him on a silver platter." It's only a matter of time before they collect on the shipment.

"But I didn't lose it, you did!"

“The little whore is going to shit with fear when they nail her in every hole ...

My sight is clouded.

I drop it.

I feel dizzy.

I take a few steps back until I fall back on the couch.

I cover my face with my hands.

Aria, my Aria.

"Why, Damm?" Because you did?

"It's the only way you'll be able to focus on the business." This is fucking business, bro! It is not a fairy tale!

"You lost his shipment."

"And your wife will pay for me." Consider it a family favor. I will not kill her myself. I told you weeks ago, to stop fooling around with that woman. Now it will no longer be a problem. He turns and raises a hand in goodbye. My condolences, brother. Now to work!