17. Mose

Mose

“ Y ou are taking time off right when the restaurant is doing better than ever?” Alma, my business partner and the restaurant manager, voices her displeasure.

Since we opened the restaurant more than three years ago, I’ve gone to work every single fucking day while Alma went on vacations whenever she wanted, and I’ve never said a word about it.

Continuing with the inventory of the cold room, I say, “Jimmy is a good chef. He already knows the new menu. You do your part, the others will do the same, and everything will be fine.”

“Can’t you take time off in a month or two?” Alma suggests.

I look at her. “Sure. Let me grab my phone and let my blood-brothers know we need to push back all the shit that is going on at the farm right now.”

Alma folds her arms under her boobs. “Is the new chica giving you problems already?”

I don’t understand why Alma is so curious about other people’s lives. She even tricked me into telling her about Olivia. How Alma realized my blood-brothers and I had a woman on the farm is still a mystery. Women’s intuition or something like that.

Maybe something else entirely.

After all, her favorite sport is gossiping.

“It’s not Olivia giving us problems, but her brother,” I reply. Alma would pester me until I told her everything, anyway. Besides, I don’t have the mental energy to put up with her.

Alma lets out a squeal and I turn to see if she is alright. Her eyes are light up. “Do you like her?”

I frown. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. This is the first time you bothered to remember a woman’s name. So, you like her,” she decides.

“Just because I call Olivia by her name doesn’t mean I like her,” I huff.

“There you go again. What is Olivia like?”

This woman is too nosy. She needs to find something to occupy her time with. Something that is not pestering me. “Don’t you have a hobby or something?”

“People are my hobby,” she points out.

I shake my head and resume the inventory. “Find a new one. Or a friend or something.”

“A friend,” Alma murmurs. “I think I will do that.” Good, maybe then she will leave me alone. “I am sure Olivia won’t mind if I visit her, right?”

I turn on my heels. “What?”

“You told me to find a friend so I am going to do exactly that. I think Olivia needs a friend, also. Besides, you keep her on that farm, isolated from the rest of the world. On top of that, she has to put up with Rueben.”

Alma and her parents moved to Veross City about five years ago. My blood-brothers and I met her at the Blood Lodge. Rueben thought she was one of the pornais only because she was wearing something very revealing. When he told her to suck his dick, she kicked him in the nuts. Since then, they have been at each other’s throats.

Rueben thinks Alma needs a man to put her in her place, while Alma says Rueben is a misogynist.

If you ask me, both are right.

If Alma comes to the farm and learns what Rueben and Tyson did to Olivia, she will go running to the Blood Lodge to tell everyone. As the daughter of one of the Priests, Alma was basically raised in the Blood Lodge. Not here, but in Puerto Rico, since she lived there her entire childhood.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” Alma wants to know.

“Because Rueben doesn’t want you there.”

“Rueben can go ahead and kiss my ass. Come on, no seas cabrón.”

Alma always calls me a bastard when she doesn’t get her way.

I need to find an excuse to keep Alma away from the farm. “We are renovating the house. I will let you know when we are done.”

“You are preparing the Lair,” Alma whispers.

I don’t know why she is coming up with such ideas. “Something like that,” I mutter.

Alma taps her cheek with her finger. “She must be very special if she managed to tame Rueben. Let me know when I can meet your Olivia.”

Olivia is not mine. “Sure.”

Alma pulls out her phone. “You should hurry home. The snowstorm just started. Do let Olivia rest.”

“I am not following.”

“You are so dense. Five guys, una chica, and a blizzard.”

My brow furrows. “I am still not getting it.”

Alma throws her hands in the air, frustrated. “Tyson has more imagination than you. Sex, I am talking about sex.” Winking at me, she adds, “Fóllala bien.”

Fuck her well.

Since I started working with Alma, I’ve started picking up on some Spanish.

I need to get out of here before Alma spews more stupidities. On the other hand, if Olivia weren’t hurt…

“See you in a few days,” I say and shove the notebook and the pen in her arms before I leave the cold room. Jimmy is in the kitchen, going over the menu, and on my way out, I pat him on the shoulder. “You got this,” I say and grab my coat.

My car is parked in front of the restaurant. I pull out the keys and as I open the driver’s door, I glance at the sign above the entrance—Korean Delight. When Alma and I opened it, my parents cut all contact with me. They never got over the fact that I quit medical school. To become a doctor was never my dream, but my mother’s. My father never said no to my mother and she always thought she could do what she wished. Even if she knew I didn’t want to become a doctor, she pressured me to. I accepted to go to the university and was miserable for several years. It wasn’t until Alma proposed we became associates that I realized my real passion was cooking.

I enter the car and start driving home. My thoughts turn to Jason and his cronies. Why is he so desperate to get Olivia back? For sure, he has more women who work for him. Olivia, while she is decent looking—if not for the substance abuse, pretty sure she would look more beautiful—doesn’t have the charm of the pornais. It can also be a trick since some women are good at hiding things, giving men the impression they are good girls when in reality, they are whores. Olivia doesn’t give me that vibe of being a whore. She is severely depressed, though.

I drum my thumbs on the wheel. Usually, I read people pretty quickly, but Olivia is a closed book. She speaks when spoken to, but she rarely says anything.

Pushing aside everything I know about her from Tyson and Rueben, I wonder who Olivia truly is. If I am to fuck her, I can at least try to get to know her a bit. It will make the entire experience go smoother. Rueben and Tyson might not care who they fuck, but I am not one to stick my cock in any bitch who opens her legs for me. That’s why I hate going to the Blood Lodge to fuck the pornai there—because we are not supposed to establish a connection with them. That’s easier said than done, since the brain produces dopamine after sex which leads to bonding with the person you are fucking. So, I tend to keep away from the pornais as much as I can.

With Rueben being a selfish prick and not choosing a woman for us when given the opportunity, I am so sexually frustrated it is affecting my sleep.

The wind blows stronger and I speed up.

I mean, why bring Olivia home if Rueben ultimately wants to get rid of her? I get why the sex tapes and shit, but we could have taken her to Alekos’s cabin, fucked her, killed her, and moved on. Having her on the farm complicates things. Jasper seems to like her, Ansel could care less about her, while Tyson and Rueben hate her with passion. Then there’s me. I have no fucking clue what to think or feel regarding the whole situation.

We were supposed to bring our future wife to the farm, not the city’s whore. Jasper has been nagging about starting a family since last year. Ansel and I want the same, but how will we do that if Olivia is living with us?

Then, there is the fact that we need a woman to anchor ourselves to. No one knows when he will start hearing the dark whisper, his demon slowly consuming him. Rueben is crazy as they come and I fear that one day I will feel the link between us break.

Lately I have been focusing on the restaurant, wanting to make it a successful business, and I neglected other aspects of my life. The others did the same. Now that I have a few days free, and after we get rid of Jason, we should focus on taking down Senator Deymar.

When I get close to the farm, I park the car to check the cameras. The ones around the property only capture the blizzard. No wonder Jason snuck into the pasture and left a dead animal there. We need better cameras. I make a mental note to talk to Cirro, then I switch to the cameras inside the house.

Rueben is in bed pouting while Ansel and Olivia are making out. I was never into watching others fuck, but there is something about how Ansel is touching a very skittish Olivia. When he opens her shirt, her boobs coming into view, I get hard. Probably because it’s been weeks since we last fucked a woman. Porn, lube, and a fleshlight, don’t even come close to the real thing.

I zoom in on Olivia’s boobs. I have seen them before, but it was after Tyson and Rueben took her to the shed, and her nipples were all red and puffy. They looked bad. But now, her boobs look like a piece of art.

It’s been a while since I emptied my balls, and I unzip my pants, grab my dick, and watch Ansel play with Olivia’s boobs. I groan because Ansel looks like he is enjoying himself so much, while Olivia could care less, looking out the window, her eyes shining for a moment. I get even harder. The entire thing is so fucking sexy that I erupt in thirty seconds or less.

I take a moment to process what the fuck just happened before I grab the tissue box and clean myself. As soon as Maddox sends us Olivia’s blood test result, I am going to have her do some random shit while I fuck her. Is this even a thing? Fucking a woman while she does chores or reads?

Who cares? I will fuck her the way I want when I want. In the end, that’s why we brought her to the farm—to take care of our needs. To record while we fuck her. I could do that, put my phone in a tripod and then have her suck my dick until I give her my load.

God, the lack of sex is affecting my brain.

I am contemplating fucking Olivia.

But then again… what’s wrong with that?

Whatever bad blood is between Rueben and Olivia is not my problem. She is a fucking sex slave, so she should have no problem with me fucking her.

After cleaning myself, I keep an eye on my phone in case Ansel and Olivia take things further. To my disappointment, they go to the kitchen. Maybe he will fuck her while she makes him a sandwich? That doesn’t happen either. When Ansel leaves the house, I feel disappointed. I will definitely keep an eye on the two of them.

I close the app and look in the glove compartment to see if I have any condoms left. Safety first.

When I find an unopened pack that I purchased two months ago, I realize how long it has been since I fucked a woman.

I resume driving, eager to get home while I think of all the advantages of having a woman on the farm.

It takes me a few minutes to reach the main gate. I get out, my ass freezing almost instantly because of the cold. We should get an automated gate. I add it to my endless mental list while I go to unlock the gate. The sound of a gun being fired comes from the guest house, and my mercenary training takes over.

I run across the yard, pulling out the pistol I always carry with me. Ansel comes out of the main house with a shotgun in his hands, and we head to the guest house. We have been in this kind of situation before, and we already know what to do without talking.

A second shot follows.

Ansel goes in first while I cover his back.

A man is standing in the middle of the living room holding a pistol against Olivia’s temple. His other arm is around her neck. Using a woman as a shield. Coward. Rueben is lying on the floor, and I can’t tell if he is dead or alive.

“I only want the bitch,” the man says.

Olivia is quiet, her pale face revealing no emotions. She isn’t even trying to fight him.

Ansel points the shotgun at the man. Out of all of us, Ansel is the best shooter. He even trained as a sniper. Not that it is necessary since Rueben gets up from the floor. From the blood stains on his t-shirt, he was shot once in the left arm. Thank fuck.

“You can’t have her,” Ansel says.

The man quickly adds, “I will fucking kill her.”

Ansel doesn’t hesitate one bit to say, “If you wanted her dead, you would have killed her by now.”

Rueben takes out the knife he always carries with him and moving behind the man, puts the tip against his neck.

“You might pull that trigger, but the moment you do, I’ll cut open your neck,” Rueben snarls. The man freezes. “I suggest you let go of her before my other blood-brothers get here.”

“Roy, please,” Olivia whimpers.

“Shut up, stupid bitch!” this Roy fella snaps at her. “This is all your fault. All you had to do is tell where you hid it!”

Olivia presses her lips in a thin line.

Rueben pushes the knife into Roy’s neck. “You have five seconds to let go of her or else I’ll skin you alive.”

What might sound like empty threats is an actual promise. Rueben has done this more than once. If I close my eyes, I can still hear the screams of the Dukes that Rueben tortured.

“Even if you kill me, Jason won’t stop until he learns where—”

Roy never finishes as Olivia grabs the arm he has around her neck and bites him so hard he screams before hitting her with the pistol in the face. Olivia keeps biting him. Roy is about to hit Olivia again when Rueben drives his knife right into Roy’s right shoulder. With a loud scream, Roy lets go of the pistol.

Ansel jumps in, yanking Olivia away from Roy and Rueben and shoves her in my direction. She is shaking badly and after I disarm my gun and put it back in the holster, I lead her to her room, my hand on her lower back.

“You are safe now,” I try to calm her down.

She is quiet and doesn’t protest when I have her lie in bed.

Shouting comes from the living room but I try to focus on Olivia, who looks like she is in shock.

“Are you hurt?” I ask her.

She doesn’t reply, her stare lost in space. I speak to her but it is like she isn’t hearing me. I stand by the door, giving her space, but also letting her know I am here in case she needs me.

A few minutes later, Jasper and Tyson burst into the room. Olivia flinches.

“Little Love,” Jasper says as he rushes to pick up Olivia in his arms. She starts crying, and Jasper cradles her to his chest, sits on the bed with her, and murmurs something into her ear.

“Was she shot?” Tyson asks me.

“Not from what I can tell.”

Tyson quirks an eyebrow.

“She was in shock and I didn’t think a check-up would help. What about the Duke?”

“Ansel and Rueben took him to the shed. You might want to see Rueben’s arm and neck.”

I nod. “I will go there after I check to see how badly Olivia is hurt. She received a pretty nasty blow to her face.”

Tyson’s eyes flash red. “Who hit her?”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you for real?”

“Who. Hit. Her?” he snarls.

“The Duke.”

A promise of pain reflects in his eyes, his lips curling in a cruel grin. “No one touches our woman except us,” he says before storming out.

I blink, trying to understand what the fuck that was, but it will have to wait as there is a lot of shit I need to take care of.

“I will go grab my medical supplies,” I let Jasper know and jog to the main house while I keep an eye on the surroundings, not wanting to be taken by surprise.

Minutes later, I return to Olivia and Jasper’s room and put my bag on the nightstand. Olivia is no longer crying and Jasper is rubbing her back.

“Little Love, let’s get you undressed so Mose can check your wounds.”

I know he is referring to all her wounds, not only the one on her face.

While Jasper is helping Olivia take off her shirt, I open the bag and take out a pair of latex gloves.

“What the hell happened to your arm and fingers?” Jasper asks and Olivia whimpers.

I turn my head in her direction. Her right arm is covered in a bandage soaked in blood.

“It was an accident,” she mumbles before burying her face into Jasper’s neck.

“How about you tell us what happened while I take a look at it,” I suggest as I start undoing the bandage.

Olivia nods and proceeds to tell us what happened when she tried to make breakfast for Rueben, but when the bandage is off, Jasper glances at me, and it is obvious he thinks the same as me—it wasn’t an accident. We don’t say anything because it is not the time, but for sure, Jasper won’t let this slide.

“You need stitches,” I say.

“Ansel said the same,” Olivia comments.

While I prepare what I need, I say, “Before or after he played with your boobs?”

Without skipping a beat, Olivia replies, “Before.”

Jasper looks pissed that Ansel got to fondling with Olivia first.

I prepare a local anesthetic, clean her arm, and then stitch her the best I can. Even if cooking is my passion, I can’t deny I like medical-related stuff. I try to keep up with new discoveries and even ask Maddox’s advice when unsure about what I’m doing.

Olivia stays still until I am done. Then I take a look at her face. Her right cheek is red and is quickly swelling.

“How badly does it hurt?”

Olivia shrugs as I apply some ointment. “Unfortunately, it will bruise,” I let her know.

“One more for the collection,” she says.

Not understating what she means, I change the bandaids on her fingers before I listen to her lungs. They don’t sound like I would like them to.

“Have you been taking your medicine?”

Not looking at me, she says, “Yes.”

Why do I have the impression she is not being truthful? “Good.”

I put everything in the bag. “Get some rest,” I recommend her.

“I don’t think I can sleep,” she says.

“How about I prepare a hot bath for you?” Jasper asks and she shrugs.

“Don’t get your bandage wet,” I say. I am about to leave the room when my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out and quickly read the text message.

“It’s from Maddox. He sent me Olivia’s blood results. She is clean. Now, we only need to make sure we won’t get her pregnant.”

“I can’t have children,” Olivia says, and I look at her. “My tubes were removed.”

Without thinking, I say, “You can still get pregnant via artificial insemination.”

Jasper lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. “She can?”

“As long as a woman has a uterus, technically, she can get pregnant.”

“Good God, what a fool I have been.” Jasper laughs before kissing Olivia. “Hear that, Little Love? You can be a mama, after all.”

What the fuck is going on here?