CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Christopher Thompson.

Before Elisabeth left.

The other day, after killing that bitch Victoria, we decided to send the other employees to the brothel, they would certainly do very well there, since they were always looking for fun. After we dropped them all there, I passed by Dylan's room and was very pleased to hear our girl's moans of pleasure.

Later, I was in the office with him, who was wearing a huge smile. I didn't even dare ask why because I already knew, my brother seemed ecstatic about what he did yesterday. Sometimes I wanted to punch him in the face for being too violent in bed. Lorenzo was also talking to us, but he decided to get some clothes for Elisa and left us alone, sorting out some mafia errands.

“I think we should put a tracker on the truck and small cameras. he said, watching the truck through the camera. “That way it'll be pretty easy to find if something goes wrong.

'' Yes, I agree with you on that, it will be really nice to find out if someone decides to betray us. Dylan gave a small smile.

“We should also plant explosives on the path, Dylan. He looked at me blankly. '' If someone tries to take things from the truck, like the police or some thugs, we could explode. I smirked, making him chuckle.

“Great idea brother. You're great at the macabre plans.

When I was about to answer, the door was opened by Lorenzo, who had a face like an asshole.

"What the fuck is that face?" I asked and he sighed.

'' It's just that Elisa treated me very badly. I wanted to give her a good spanking, but she already has enough marks on her body, don't you, brother? He glared at Dylan, who snorted.

“She deserved it for defying me. '' He replied without taking his eyes off the notebook.

“You didn't have to be so hard on her, Dylan, she might hate us even more. '' I justified.

“Okay, sorry, I'm sorry. '' He spoke reluctantly.

I took a deep breath and Alex opened the door with force, looking unfriendly.

“What is it now?” Dylan asked.

Elisa yelled at me and I ended up slapping her across the face. he growled.

“Fuck, you just bought her hate, Alex! Wasn't it enough for Dylan to assault earlier? Lorenzo passed a hand over his forehead tiredly.

“I don't care about that. She has to learn to respect us, like it or not. '' Alex retorted, insulted and we decided not to say anything more.

We went back to talking about our plan and, minutes later, a shouting took place downstairs.

'' What is happening? I asked in alarm.

'' Let's find out.

We quickly left the office and went down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen, hearing Elisabeth's voice. She questioned why we were doing this to her. Her eyes glistened with tears and the anger in her voice was real. She broke away from Thomas, who tried to calm her down and let everything she was feeling out in the open, which secretly touched me. However, she couldn't know that. We couldn't fail and let Elisa know we adore her not to sacrifice her own life.

As he tried to get past us, he tapped Dylan on the shoulder and, with flaring nostrils and a strong air, mentioned his desire to quit his job. It was enough to make me react. There was no way she was going to leave, not fucking. Dylan tried to stop me, but I went after her, full of rage. She wasn't going anywhere.

Elisa contradicted me, provoked me, however, I made it clear that she was ours. She belonged to us. It would stay with us for better or for worse.

I felt terrible locking her up, but I had no choice, not even if we aroused her hatred. I was hurt by that, I was really sorry, but I wasn't going to lose Elisa, ever.

Upon returning to the room, I saw my brothers terrified.

'' What did you do? Thomas asked.

“I locked her in her room. “I walked over to the couch and sat down.

“What are we going to do, Dylan? Lorenzo asked, looking at him.

We continue in search of answers.

“If she wants to leave, we'll let her go. '' He replied, making me quickly get up from the couch.

“She won't, Dylan! '' I yelled.

"Don't fucking scream!" I'm not deaf, damn it!

'' Screw this! She won't, period, Dylan. '' I assured, cold.

“If she wants to leave, we won't stop her. I'm doing this for her sake. '' He said, sitting on the armchair.

“What do you mean, Dylan? Alex asked.

“We'll have to travel for three months to settle some issues with the mob boss. '' He replied with a tired look. '' He's looking to buy some of our brothels, he wants the girls to kill them and sell their organs to the black market, so we're going to be too busy to keep an eye on her, so I'm looking to let her go, but as soon as we get back, we get it back. He crossed his legs, giving me a superior look.

I felt defeated.

“Okay, do what?! But when are we going?

'' Three days from now. We'll let her go and catch the flight. He replied, running a hand through his hair.

'' All good.