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that morning. So and so did this, so and so did that. If there was one piece of advice he’d pass onto his son, if he ever had one, it’d be this: Don’t go into the prostitution business. Everybody wanted a piece of him. The girls, the manager, the accountant, everybody wanted to talk to him about something and he just wanted to leave.
    Since his father had started the business, running it had inevitably passed to him when his dad realized his mental capabilities were slipping. They had a storefront called Pawn & Poon that was a front for the real business, a popular whorehouse that employed over 20 girls of all races, ages, sizes, and specialty. And business was good. His father had told him once that the reason he’d gotten into that line of work was simple, “Only the worst business man in the world could fail at selling pussy. It’s in constant demand and short supply.” He’d been right, at least about that. Not only was the whorehouse doing well, since they had expanded the “poon” half of the shop to include adult toys and lingerie modeling it had been raking in the cash too. The Club took a large cut of the profits, but as ‘owner’ he got thirty five percent of everything. Money wasn’t an issue he had to worry about. Whores though, whores he had to worry about.
    “Red! Red, stop,” He guessed that name was going to stick. Sindy, a tall leggy Asian and one of his most profitable girls, was running down the hall towards his office. He’d been trying to wrap everything up so he could leave, he had shit to do.
    “Yeah, what is it Sindy?”
    “Marisol didn’t want to come to you with this but I told her that you needed to know.”
    “Ok.” He was impatient to leave and he didn’t want to spend time sorting out hooker squabbles.
    “While you were gone Trainz came in and said he was going to help run the place until they figured out who was going to take over for you,” she paused, biting her lip.
    “Yeah… and?”
    “Well, we were trying to tell him a few things,” she meant they were yapping at him, “and he hit a few of the girls and told them not to back talk. Chastity still has a black eye.”
    She paused again, sensing she had his full attention now, “Is there more?”
    “Yeah,” she looked down.
    “Jesus, spit it out, you know I’m not going to hit you.”
    “He… he fucked Marisol, even after she said no, and he didn’t pay her for it.”
    Cold fury spread through Red’s belly. “Raped, you mean her raped Marisol.”
    “Yes, he raped her. Right there in front of all of us. She was crying and fighting and everything.”
    “Where is she?”
    “In her room, she’s not going to be able to work for a few days. She says she sore and pretty ripped up.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” she nodded at him and started to leave, “and Sindy. Nobody touches you or any of the girls without your permission. Not one of the guys, not me, not a customer, not anybody. You did the right thing by telling me.”
    He pulled his phone out of the pocket on his shirt and dialed, impatiently listening to the voicemail message, “Donny-O, I need to talk to you ASAP. We’ve got some shit to work out.”
    The assault on Marisol was almost worse than the attack on him. He, at least, had a chance to defend himself. Marisol didn’t have that same opportunity, she was a tiny thing, compared to Trainz it was like a fly battling a grizzly bear. He was going to have to figure out this bullshit and figure it out fast before he did something stupid out of anger.
    But it would have to wait, at least until tomorrow. Tonight he had plans
    Red realized he had spent a lot of the time he should have been concentrating on work thinking about a certain woman and he was pretty sure he knew what it was drew him to her, other than the very obvious physical appeal. It was her courage. How many women alone would have attempted to save the life of a wolf that was more than twice as big as they were? None that he knew.