Tesoro

Inside the club Francis stood in front of some silk rope railings. The letters VIP were on display. Tesoro, was a club in the downtown district, big spenders would fill the club. These men had no issues with women, some having wives and girlfriends. That being said not all these men were looking to do things they would do in a relationship, hence the appeal of the brothel and gambling house. Still Francis thought the men were rather well behaved and empathetic to these women. The corridor was dim but fashionable and intimate, if one could walk into a luxurious dream it would surely be this. One of these angels would hold your arm tenderly and lead you into one of the rooms. The girls were dressed in ball gowns, once in the room they would dress in the customers preferred style, the menu and prices were determined by the women. This side of the business was not very profitable but came about because Osito's predecessor had a thing for trying to take care of women. Many of them single mothers or the economic pillar of an aging family. All beautiful in their own right but had little opportunities to dedicate themselves to some field of study. Even still, while not "profitable" it did make good revenue and would warrant keeping the business around to fund the gang. It was also a place where they catered to politicians, and other high end customers.

The veteran of the group was only 28 years old and started working at the club when she was still a teenager. "Jacob? Hey! My sister told me you were bothering her the last time she came here! Also, why are you dressed like … oh I am sorry I thought you were someone I know." The veteran of the club, Aria had mistaken Francis for his father. Francis clenched his fist at the thought of the comparison. He looked at the brunette beauty who had her hand to her mouth as if she just let out a secret she shouldn't have. "You know Jacob?" Francis couldn't help but ask.

"Well," she smiled "I can say I know Jacob like most of the other women here. It would also be a shame if I didn't communicate with our own accountant. Honestly though," she sighed "we keep giving him discounts or even seeing him after our shifts. It's bad for business but as long as it doesn't cause an issue I guess I can't really complain. Now that I look at you, you don't really resemble him, only at a glance."

"I see, well if you come across any trouble I am part of the security tonight." Francis bowed his head and looked straight beyond her to forcibly wrap up the conversation. Aria looked at him and wondered how he may have been related to that cowardly man, the only good thing about him was his lust. She could never bring herself to hate him. Francis stood tall, with great posture, and every move was filled with swagger. His no nonsense attitude was exactly to her liking. She bit her lip to hold in her next words from spilling out. He was obviously working and pulling security for her own benefit was not ok. "I look toward to working with you" as she walked away Francis couldn't help but admire her sensual back. Firm muscle that looked soft and tender swooping inward to her thin waist and fanning out to wide hips creating a silhouette most woman would kill for. He noticed those curves stopped for a second, when looking up he saw her wink at him and continue to walk away. Francis was still an emotional mess from everything that occurred today. Perhaps it was his exhaustion either mentally or figuratively but he found himself wanting to act on his impulses more and more. He could feel his steeled resolve start to melt, and he didn't really care.

Aria entered her private room to see a younger version of herself writing in a notebook. Textbooks were strewn about where Jacob usually sits to balance the books. She had green and amber eyes unlike Aria, her tender face reminded her of the life she led before her life turned into this. Still Aria held no shame she supports her family and she is treated with respect. She even mentors the young girls here and helps them become stable financially and mentally. Although rarely the panic button has been used a few times. Usually for customers with… peculiar tastes. "You don't have to worry it's not Jacob outside."

The girl looked up as she heard her beloved sister. "Hey Ari, thanks for checking… last time he thought I was you in a catholic school girl outfit, he grabbed my butt… it made me feel really uncomfortable." Aria walked over and pulled her into a hug.

"This is why I told you to study at school or in our apartment, I know you want to be near me but this isn't the best environment for you Bee," Bianca looked at her sister's loving face.

"I may stop coming soon anyways, I am thinking of doing an extra curricular to get ready for college apps in a few years." Bianca was able to attend the local all girls private school thanks to her sister. They had a modest apartment and a huge amount of savings for when Aria could no longer work. She had the same brunette hair but it was braided and fell between her shoulder blades. She was the spitting image of her sister and grandmother. Apparently the appearance jumped a generation, to honor her grandmother she was given her name, Bianca. Aria pulled her away "it's a young man working security, he looks like Jacob but only at first. You can tell by the way they carry themselves."

Bianca chuckled "honestly you should be a detective or psychologist the way you can read people." Aria gave a strained smile thinking about what she could have been. "Anyways, Martin seems to be done with his meeting, I am going to ask him to take you home." Bianca nodded and followed her sister.

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Outside in the hallway Martin lit up a clove cigarette, unlike others he always had to stay mentally fit. He never smoked weed on the job and never got high before a shift. This led him to smoke cigarettes instead. He puffed out the earthy flavors from his lungs and offered Francis a smoke. This little punk has always been a serious stick in the mud but Martin was surprised when he pulled the cigarette out of the packet. He took Martin's lighter and tried to smoke it. Ahuh ahem* coughing ensued as his throat and lungs burned. Martin broke out into a hearty laugh "pinche puto, you have to be careful if it's your first time smoking. It'a a skill, once mastered, you understand just how firme these little sticks of heaven are."

"Martin?" The silky voice called from behind them. "Can you take Bianca home?" Martin saw Aria come up with her sister in tow. "Fuuah, nah I can't." Aria was surprised because the boys always helped them out. He pulled out something from his pocket and lightly chucked them upwards to Francis. He deftly caught it and saw the FOB of a Mercedes. "Little Francis here needs a car and the boss is giving him the rental. It's not as nice as our low riders but it's what we use when we need a nice car for work. He will take your sister home." Aria frowned.

"No offense but I don't kn…" she got cut off by Martin's hand suspended in air, his palm telling her to be quiet. "He is a good kid, like actually a good kid not just acting nice like the rest of us. Not just that, this little shit can actually protect himself as good as a marine can. Your sister will be safe not just from him but by him. Osito trust him to, he's like family." Aria felt a little easier about it all but she still had reservations. "I understand, it's not like I can't trust you boys. But no discount for you Martin." She turned away in a huff as her voluptuous body shook and attracted their attention. "Mi amor, espera bebe…" Martin chased after her as Bianca stood there in her school uniform. She had less curves than her sister and was a bit shorter at 5'2. She wasn't sure who this young man was but he looked rather scary and serious. Going to an all girls school she only talked to boys during mixers and school dances. This mature looking young man looked rather dashing the others they looked like gangsters but he looked like a model. "Miss, my name is Francis, I'll have the pleasure of driving you today." His deep and smooth voice put her in a small trance. She noticed he sent her a questioning glance and realized she had been staring at him. "Bi… my name is Bianca but my friends call me Bee." Her sun kissed skin had a faint blush. "You may have heard but I am Francis. Please follow me."

They made their way to the car in the underground parking complex. Along the way he got a call, Bianca noticed he just gave affirmations and hung up. Once they found the Mercedes he opened her door and sat her in the back seat. It was the newest model but certainly not the most luxurious one. Still it was a nice car and always made her feel like a small celebrity. As they drove home she couldn't help but talk to him. Apparently he wasn't initiated into LM yet and was only working security temporarily. She wasn't sure why but thinking she may not see him one day made her sad. Especially since she may not go back to the club often.

They pulled up to her apartment and Francis got out and opened her door. This has all become a routine for her, Aria kept the girls happy and profitable so they kept a good watch on her family. The directions given on the phone call was to tell Francis how to drop her off. He walked in front of her and walked toward her apartment unfortunately they weren't alone. Two men were waiting for them near the apartment. Francis could tell something was wrong but wasn't sure if they just happened to live near by and were loitering. Francis unlocked the door and felt a numbing pain on the back of his head. His vision was in a daze as he fell forward into the apartment. Bianca gave a small shriek as the men rushed in with her. "Shut the fuck up!" One of them turned her around to face him and slapped her. She fell to the floor and held her cheek. "I told you she came home around this time." "I don't know man I think the buzz is wearing off this doesn't seem like a good idea anymore."

He grabbed his collar "don't pussy out you piece of shit, you are gunna rape this girl with me. Follow the plan and start recording." He lightly tossed him and the guy brought out a camera. Bianca was in shock and pain, she wasn't sure why or how she was targeted but these men smelled like liquor. She was frightened but couldn't move, the man pulled her up from her braid and tossed her over the kitchen table. He pulled up her skirt and place one hand on her back to keep her down. Bianca wasn't sure what to do, fight or flight wasn't kicking in. All she could do was feel paralyzed, she was ghost watching herself. The man lifted up her skirt and used his legs to kick her legs open. He ripped off her stocking and underwear to reveal her sex. His smile was sickening as he unbuckled his belt. Bianca couldn't help but tremble and close her eyes. Just then the movement stopped. "Fuck!" She no longer felt his weight on her. She turned back and felt warm liquid splash her face as the man with the camera was gurgling. Blood freshly painted Francis, the blow to the head was certainly no love tap. In his hand he held a 8 inch Bowie knife, the handle tainted by burgundy fluids. He carried around this knife from his mentor for protection if things ever got bad. It was long enough to pierce the side of his throat and poke out the other side. The drunk man with his loose belt stared in horror as his accomplice collapsed holding hair brought in a panic. He made a dash for the door but Francis threw his victim aside and tossed his knife. It landed in his thigh and lodged itself into his bone. "Aaagh!" Francis walked over, half delirious from the blow and bent down over him. " I am sorry I won't puagh!" Before he could continue Francis began to through elbows and hammer arms at his victim. His eyes cold and focused. All he could see was Sam's pudgy hips ramming himself into Erika. When he awoke from the pain on his hand and elbow he looked at the caved in face in front of him. The man was dead. Today he killed two men.