09-23-2013, 06:42 AM
Peter went back to check the apartment. He was dumbfounded by what he saw. Not only had he collected the money, but he'd killed the man to. It would mean Peter would have to find someone else to sell to now. He was big buyer, which also meant he owed more money than some of the others.
Peter looked at Yuri with a new horror. What was this guy capable of and why did his uncle want him working for him.
Peter started down the stairs, the next task required a little more finesse, and that's exactly what he told Yuri. "Felicia is not like him." He nodded back up the stairs. "She doesn't owe any money and if you hurt her, my Uncle will not only have your skin for a trophy, he'll let her do it." Felicia was Vlad's mistress, but she was also pretty high stakes dealer. It was time for her to hand Vlad's cash over, she was usually pretty good about it, but she liked to toy with the boys. Peter had often walked into her living room to find her clad all in leather, and a man naked tied to a chair or even worse lying on the floor spread eagle.
Peter never wanted to be in her grasp for long, he hated Felicia, he hated his uncle for even liking this woman.
She lived only a few blocks away. She liked the Red Light District. She called it home. But she could do whatever she wanted, when she wanted. She owned the building and it was notorious for much more than just drugs. It was a whore house by any standards. The woman inside were all barely dressed and the men were all foaming at the mouths. It was hardly a good place to get laid. Unless you liked your girls like that. For which Peter did not.
One particularly ugly girl cornered Peter. She did it every time he came in to collect. Peter sighed, "I'm here to see Felicia." The girl pouted and leaned in and bit his ear. Peter yelped and she giggled as she waddled off in persuit of another buck.
"She's in the back. All you have to do is get Uncle Vlad's cut, and walk out. Should be pretty simple." It was never simple with Felicia but Uncle Vlad hadn't told him to say anything other than the instructions. He was not to tell Yuri any of the things he had learned when he too had been sent out on these little missions.
Peter looked at Yuri with a new horror. What was this guy capable of and why did his uncle want him working for him.
Peter started down the stairs, the next task required a little more finesse, and that's exactly what he told Yuri. "Felicia is not like him." He nodded back up the stairs. "She doesn't owe any money and if you hurt her, my Uncle will not only have your skin for a trophy, he'll let her do it." Felicia was Vlad's mistress, but she was also pretty high stakes dealer. It was time for her to hand Vlad's cash over, she was usually pretty good about it, but she liked to toy with the boys. Peter had often walked into her living room to find her clad all in leather, and a man naked tied to a chair or even worse lying on the floor spread eagle.
Peter never wanted to be in her grasp for long, he hated Felicia, he hated his uncle for even liking this woman.
She lived only a few blocks away. She liked the Red Light District. She called it home. But she could do whatever she wanted, when she wanted. She owned the building and it was notorious for much more than just drugs. It was a whore house by any standards. The woman inside were all barely dressed and the men were all foaming at the mouths. It was hardly a good place to get laid. Unless you liked your girls like that. For which Peter did not.
One particularly ugly girl cornered Peter. She did it every time he came in to collect. Peter sighed, "I'm here to see Felicia." The girl pouted and leaned in and bit his ear. Peter yelped and she giggled as she waddled off in persuit of another buck.
"She's in the back. All you have to do is get Uncle Vlad's cut, and walk out. Should be pretty simple." It was never simple with Felicia but Uncle Vlad hadn't told him to say anything other than the instructions. He was not to tell Yuri any of the things he had learned when he too had been sent out on these little missions.