Page 29 of The Arianna Arrangement

When the door closed behind us, Sandro turned to face us. “If we’re going to be there the whole weekend, we should probably get overnight bags with a couple change of clothes and toiletries. Meet in Tucker’s room in ten minutes.”

If we were meeting in my room, it meant he wanted to discuss things without his father hearing. I was totally on board with that. I felt sick at having to jack off and cum on these women, I couldn’t imagine how the others were feeling knowing they would have to rape them.

I shoved a few things in my bag quickly, not caring too much what clothes I took. My mind was firmly on trying to make sure I didn’t puke. Or cry.

There was a brief knock before Marco walked in, followed by Elio and Sandro.

Sandro ran a hand through his hair. “This sucks and we all know it. I have no idea what we’re walking into. He didn’t say how many women there would be or their ages. We also don’t know if any of them have already accepted their fate or if they’re fighters. If they’re fighters, this is going to be much worse. Fuck!” He turned and punched the wall. “I’ve been to the brothel, and while he told us the basement is wired with cameras, the whole building is. Not a single room is safe from his view so make sure you don’t let your guards down.”

“What are we going to do if they’re not cooperative? We can’t mark them, so I don’t know how we break them.” Elio’s question was valid. A strong-willed woman with a fighting spirit wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“There are multiple prep rooms down there. They’re all set up so that the women can be restrained. Any women not already broken will have to be kept in those rooms, tied down, deprived of food, while we go round after round. We’ll need to start with those women so that we have plenty of time to break them.” Sandro’s jaw ticked. “Failure is not an option here. Lucian is losing it and becoming more and more of a wildcard. The fact that he had Tucker lift Ari’s skirt to spank her at the table, and told him to even pull down her panties, shows that. I won’t risk my sister being in that basement because we didn’t do what he said.”

My heart sank. “Do you really think he’d do that?” Ari was his daughter. He was adamant about us not having sex until the wedding day because she’d be worthless to him if we did. Surely he wouldn’t put her in his brothel. What good would that do him?

Sandro’s eyes met mine and he shrugged. “I don’t know. If you’d asked me a year ago, I would have said not a chance in hell. But now… Now I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Marco stood. “We need to go. He’ll probably be suspicious if we stay in here much longer.”

We were all silent as we headed down to the garage and drove to the brothel. When Sandro pulled into the parking garage of an apartment building, I was shocked. “I really thought he’d have gotten a house in the suburbs, not an entire fucking apartment complex.”

Marco chuckled. “He doesn’t do anything in half measures. Also, having the apartment building means having plenty of parking for customers and room to expand.”

Sandro nodded. “He rents out the apartment to the man for a night or the weekend, or whatever. Then sends the girls to the apartment the guy is in. The second floor is where clients will meet the women, and that’s also where they stay in one big ass apartment with bunkbeds, one bathroom, and a small kitchenette. The first floor is a lobby and looks legit. It keeps anyone that isn’t supposed to know about it being a brothel from getting inside to gather evidence.”

“Does he already have women here? Other than the ones in the basement?”

Elio nodded. “He did a soft opening a couple weeks ago with a select few people. I think there are maybe fifteen women already. If I had to bet, there’s no less than five but probably closer to ten women in the basement right now. He wants at least twenty-five when he opens fully in a couple of weeks.”

“Can you fuck ten women into submission in one weekend?” I mean, I knew we were young but I was concerned I wouldn’t be able to jerk off ten times in a weekend. How they were going to manage this, I didn’t know.

Marco shrugged. “Don’t really have a choice. We’ll just have to make sure we’re hydrating and eating a lot to keep up our stamina.”

Sandro pulled into a spot and put the car in park, not turning it off just yet. “Remember, the whole building has cameras. We’ll get out and go straight to the fourth floor to put our shit in one of the apartments. Then, I think we need to get right to it.”

We all gave him a nod of agreement. Sandro turned off the car and the four of us exited at the same time, following our leader silently to the elevator. “The elevator only goes to the lobby unless you have a special key. It keeps people that aren’t supposed to be here away from the actual operation.” He put a key in the hole and turned it before pressing the four. “If anyone ever asked why, we’d say it’s a safety feature for the tenants so that people can’t roam the halls without permission.”

The apartment we walked into was nice, with two bedrooms. I figured how many beds there were wouldn’t matter since we would probably be downstairs most of the time.

Sandro saw me taking it in and decided to explain. “This apartment is one for people that work here. They’ll stay here when on shift so they’re easily accessible if problems arise.”

We all dropped our bags in a bedroom and headed back down the hall to the elevator in silence. Sandro used his key again and took us to the basement. There were cages lining one wall, and I saw eight women in the cages. A couple of them shared a cage while the others were by themselves.

A guard sat by the door, but stood when we entered. “Mr. Vitale.” He bowed his head to Sandro.

“Alex.” Sandro took a moment to survey the situation. “Tell me, are any of these women more trouble than the others?”

Alex chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. The one in cage three is feisty as fuck. Personally, I think she might not be worth the trouble.”

In cage three was a red haired woman that was probably in her early twenties. She snarled when we all looked at her. I couldn’t shake the thought that she reminded me of my aunt Silver. She was the first red headed woman I’d ever met and she was always full of fire. That is, until Caspian broke her.

Sandro nodded. “Then that’s where we’ll start.”

“Boss, a moment please?”

Sandro’s head snapped towards me, his expression not giving anything away, but I could see the question in his eyes. With a brief nod, he motioned for me to step out in the hallway. When the door closed, I got close so I could whisper in his ear. “I think the way to break her may be to strap her down and make her watch the other women being raped.” He flinched at my use of the word, but none of us were delusional enough to think this was anything else. “Sometimes they care less about what happens to themselves than they do what happens to others.”

I saw his jaw clench as he thought. “We’ll do this my way first, then yours if we need it.”