Page 133 of Beast: Part Two

“You like it so far?” I find myself asking as if she’s working at Taco Bell, and not a brothel.

Seth clears his throat. When I turn to look at him, he’s grinning like an idiot.

“Am I hearing this correctly?” Kimi says through the earpiece. “Is Zel flirting?”

“Is that what this is?” Maksim laughs. “You speak as if you’re in high school. Tell her her ass is fat. Women like having fat asses.”

“Do not tell her that,” Kimi groans.

I ignore them as I place my attention back on beauty. The elevator doors open, and I am hit with loud noises and the smell of sweat, smoke, and body odor. The difference between this room and the main floor is night and day. Down here looks as if I walked into the den of sin itself.

Beauty leads the way out of the elevator. Men of all backgrounds crowd around tables of dazed women in all forms of debauchery.

Other than Beauty and the waitresses carrying the trays of food, no other woman here has on clothes. On one table a group of men with leather vests are triple penetrating a female with the deadest eyes I’ve ever seen.

On the next table, two chicks are being pinned down while a group of Italians take turns on them. The scene turns my stomach, but I remain stoic. My head stays high, and I keep my guard up.

“There, to Hawk’s left is Micah,” Maksim says. I turn to see a tall brown-haired man with a thick scar on the side of his face standing in front of a black door. He looks around the room,before opening the door and walking in. Two men stand on the outside of the now closed door.

“Excuse me,” her voice brings my attention back to her.

A guy with a pointed nose and flat forehead is standing in front of beauty.

“I’ve never had dark meat before,” the man says in a Russian accent.

“I’m not an entertainer,” Beauty says before side stepping the guy.

He grabs her arm. Before she can flinch from the grip, I pull my gun out and slam the butt across his face. He drops to the ground. He turns to stand back up, but my barrel is pressed against his temple.

I don’t have to look around to notice all eyes are on me. I can feel the tension seep into the room.

“Whoa. Whoa,” Seth says behind me. “Ze….Kenji, maybe we should rethink this move.”

“What the heck are you doing?” Kimi asks through the earpiece.

I ignore them all. My eyes are glued to the Russian. Was what I was doing stupid and risky? Yes, but my actions were damn near involuntary. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.

Taking a deep breath, I pull back my gun and place it back in my back holster.

“She said she isn’t an entertainer. Don’t touch her.”

The Russian climbs to his feet. “Who the fuck do you think you—”

“Isamu-Kai,” I give my Yakuza name.

The Russian’s gaze narrows before he takes a step back.

“All respect,” he says, holding up his hands.

I acknowledge his truce, then grab beauty by the waist and steer her away. She leads us to one of those black doors on the left side of the room.

Once inside, I finally let her go.

“Thank you,” she says, turning toward me.

“No need to thank me, Beauty.”

She looks down, her lips tugging up in a smile. She’s blushing again. “You’d be surprised how often that happens without anyone stepping in.”

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