"Hush! Good Gracious, I am screwed!"
CHAPTER ONE
"Taya… Urgh… Taya…" As she struggled to catch her breath, a satisfying moan escaped her lips. She felt a surge of pain, but it was overshadowed by a deep sense of satisfaction. With a contradicting mix of tenderness and urgency, she pulled him closer even as she pushed him away. Her emotions were incredibly hard to understand, a jumbled mix of thoughts and sensations that left her feeling overwhelmed.
"Taya…" She moaned again. This time, their lips clashed in a fierce, passionate kiss, as their bodies strained against each other, each seeking control. In actual words, enjoyment was accomplished.
"Taya"
He halted, his body stilling as he pulled away from her.
"I love you, Taya"
"I have to get going."
"But, promise me one thing, you won't mention this to anyone, will you?"
'That you are a whore?"
"No. I might look little at your presence, but I have my pride that I refuse to sacrifice, Taya." She said looking frantic.
"Then, what?"
"Ensure not to inform my agency that I slept with you without their knowledge. I will be done for if you do so." Without any form of affirmation, he smirked.
"Leave!" He ordered and left the chamber.
Back in the 1930s in the city of Kiya, any lady struggling to meet ends is often unfairly labelled as whore. Driven by desperation, many ladies turned to the only profession provided by the law. Agencies, tasked with their care, would instead take a significant portion of the earnings, leaving the women with only a fraction of the payment. However, it was a written law that no lady must sleep with a man without the agency's permission.
Running through the city of Kiya, she entered an old Italian-styled house.
"What are you doing here?" Sounding British, a handsome, tall and imposing man, known to be an Alpha, asked.
"What do you think? You know I have no abode." She replied.
"At least, I know that, Eunice. How is your whore business going?" Alex asked.
"Not you too. I am not a whore."
"Who else called you a whore? Your last client?"
"Today is really embarrassing, I slept with Taya."
"What?"
"I know, it was foolish of me to have done that, but I am also a lady, it was not really appropriate of me not to make a move on my lover."
"What are you going to do now? If your agency finds out, you might be killed."
"You are an alpha; you can protect me. I don't see anything wrong in what I did. You have to help me, Alex."
"I will do so if you do what I asked you."
"What is it?"
"Have sex with me."
"Oh come on, Alex. You know I can't do that"
"You did it with your lover, but you can't with me? That is the only way I can protect you. Unlike other alphas, I love receiving something in return for what I will do."
Having no choice, she kissed him on his lips. From soft to hard, then flirty, she climbed over him, her hands wrapped over his shoulders, giving a wanting vibe. She took off his clothes, unbuttoned his pants and rode on him. His penis went through her, she gave a responding moan. Normally, she had to commit a sin to cover up a previous one. The only way she could survive was to get protected by an alpha. She drew him closer, moaning softly. She went down, sucked his penis, a feeling of enjoyment came as they went on for hours. Neither of them wanted to stop.
"Gosh." Alex moaned as he pushed her to the corner of the bed, this time riding harder. Lights were off as they were done with business.
"No wonder, you are a whore indeed!" Alex commented. It was rather embarrassing for Eunice. Having sex with random guys just to eat was nothing to write home about.
"You promised. You are going to protect me."
"I will surely do so." He said as he looked inside the blanket, touching her pussy. She responded by removing his hands.
"We are done with business." She said as she stood up from the bed – naked. Unresistingly, Alex got up from the bed and held her waist.
"Where are you going?"
"Where else? I will sleep somewhere in the street."
"It is dangerous, sleep here."
"I cannot. It is risky for me to sleep here; I have to report to my agency about my day." She replied as she left the chamber.
Sleeping with several guys a day were part of her life. Back then in the 1930s, women were meant to serve men. It was believed men were meant to be successful while women had to leech on them. It was no joke. Masturbation was considered normal. The mafia were the leaders. The boss, the fixer, the captain the soldier, the associates, the enforcer, the informant, the queen as well as the rival family members were considered to be respected.
"I got a report." A blonde young female known as Juliet, said.
"What is it?" An Italian, yet American villain asked in reply.
"Lady Margareta is missing. I heard she ran off with a royal informant. She took along all funds too. What sort of action should we proceed with?"
"Margareta. She has not woken up at all. Find her, then kill her."
"But we need the permission of the mafia before we can."
"I never said we should kill her ourselves, get a whore, offer a promising amount, then it is out our business."
"Like we did last time?" She asked.
"Yes, just like last time." He replied.
"What about our funds?" She asked showing a worried face.
"Threaten the royal informant to pay up, then, all is settled." Without hesitation, he said.
"Alright, my lord."
They were called the Cader Group. They come next after the mafia; they were known to perform good deeds. But they exploit, kill, frame and destroy in secret.