Page 132 of Beast: Part Two

He nods before picking up the phone. “Send the new girl up to the office. I need her to escort a patron to the belly.” When he’s done speaking, he quickly hangs up the phone and stands.

“You’re allowed only three guards into the belly. We ask that you be as gentle as you can with our…. products. But, if by chance one were to get damaged, please notify us as soon as possible and I will supply you with another.”

The way he talks about women turns my stomach, but I don’t comment. Hiroshi would never allow the mistreatment of a woman around him. However, Kenji was taught that women are nothing more than property and, if used correctly, income.

“Understandable,” I reply.

He’s silent as he walks over to me. “Red Dragon is considered neutral ground. I ask that there is no bloodshed on my property.”

I chuckle, allowing the tension to build up between us. “Is that rule only for me or everyone?”

His nostrils flare. “Everyone.”

I shrug. “Okay.”

The door to the room opens and before I turn around, the sweetest scent I’ve ever smelled hits my nose. It’s soft, yet warm and chocolatey. When I turn to find who the scent belongs to, I lose all ability to move.

Standing before me is none other than a goddess. Skin so dark and flawless it looks unreal. Her large afro stands out on her head like a crown. She’s tall, in her heels she’s just below eye level with me, and I’m 6’2”. Her body is curvy, not as much as Malia’s, but more than Brooklyn’s. Her heart-shaped face emphasizes the slant of her dark brown eyes. I was drawn to her full, plump lips. She is fucking beautiful.

“Kenji, this is India. She will be your guide into the belly,” Akito says, but I’m not paying attention to his words.

The moment he introduced us, the goddess smiled. Even though the smile doesn’t reach her eyes, it is still stunning. The slight gap between her front two teeth makes her even more interesting.

“India knows all about the women and will help you pick the right ones for your enjoyment.”

I watch the goddess the entire time he talks. I can tell she’s new. It’s in the way she smiles and the way her eyes have not yet lost the glimmer of innocence. I was taken from a place not much different from this before joining the Church. I know the eyes of a woman that has been in this environment too long. This beauty’s eyes aren’t as vacant as I would expect someone that is used to this line of work and has become numb to it, but theyalso aren’t as lively as the females I noticed out front. Which leads me to believe she’s here by choice, but she isn’t happy about it.

“She can be of great service to you.” This time when he speaks of her, he reaches out a hand and glides it over her exposed arm.

The subtle shift in her stance let me know the touch isn’t wanted. But the fact she doesn’t pull away or look disgusted tells me it isn’t unfamiliar.

The urge to knock his fucking teeth out of his mouth erupts in me quickly. I twist my neck on my shoulder to fight down the tension.

“Remember why you are here,”I remind myself.

“Shall we get to it?” I ask, my words coming out harsher than I planned.

Beauty’s eyes flash up to mine. Not sure if the growl in my tone scared her or just shocked her. She quickly looks away when my gaze connects with hers.

“Absolutely,” Akito says. “I’ll charge all services to the card you have on your profile.”

“Sure.” I turn away from Akito.

Beauty leads the way to the door. My heart nearly stops in my tracks when I get a glimpse of her ass in her short dress. Damn.

We walk out of the room. Hawk and Many join us as she leads me to the elevator.

“Fuck me, look at her ass,” Maksim says through the earpiece.

I take a step to my right, blocking Hawk’s glasses’s view. We’re mostly quiet as we climb on the elevator. As soon as the doors shut, she turns and looks at me. When our eyes connect, she gives me a smile. This one is much more authentic than the one in Akito’s office. When I return a smile of my own, she tucks her lips and looks down at her feet.

I think she’s blushing.

“How long have you worked here?” I ask.

“Not long. Four months.”

Her voice has my cock hardening even more than the view of her ass. It’s sultry and raspy, like an old blues singer. I could listen to her talk all day.

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