Chapter 32
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The seats in Jefe's group were initially in great demand. But after some time he drove the prices higher and higher. Unfortunately, only a few prisoners could pay their expensive prices, so that Sam looked into the same greasy faces of influential gangsters week after week. So Sam had not imagined that and asked Jefe again in the library. Their business has been going on for almost three months now.
"Shit, of course, I have to go up with the prices, Brutus wonders 50% of our revenue." Jefe stumbled from one side to the other in the narrow space.
Sam leaned against the doorframe and smoked one of the cigarettes, which were now piled up in the library's sagging shelves. Fee in kind. Sam guessed that she and Jefe could smoke for at least two months, 24 hours a day, without significantly decimating their numbers.
Sam watched the smoke billowing from her cigarette, bored. "You are drunk and no longer fit."
Jefe stared at her with clouded eyes. "Say, are you crazy, sugar doll?"
He stepped close to Sam and nudged her with a bulging chest. She smelled the alcohol in his breath. Ever since most clients started paying Jefe cigarettes and alcohol, he was constantly blue and staggering around. He was no longer powerful and strong. Most of the prisoners made fun of him. Although Sam still benefited from the deal, she sensed that it was more likely to attribute this to Brutus' influence.
Jefe exclaimed indignantly, "If you try to knock me out, I'll turn your neck around, bitch, did you waste my expensive money telling me that shit?"
Sam pushed his burning cigarette into his face. Jefe dropped to the floor, howling, holding his injured cheek.
In addition to the cold smoke of Sam's cigarette, she smelled the sweetish smell of burned flesh. Sam looked at him coldly and kicked him with all his strength against the head. He fell like a stone. She leaned over him and spat in his bleeding face. "Business relationship ended, you Pisswichser."
Sam hastily left the library. One of her newest privileges was that the guards escorted her to meetings with Jefe, but then disappeared as soon as Sam stepped through the door.
She had to be Brutus. On the way back to her cell, Sam pondered a strategy. Brutus had kept his feet still. It could hardly be a lucrative 50%, but lately he only got his share of cigarettes and tequila. He had to have other motives and she guessed what those were. Sam.
She had misjudged Brutus more than once. She could not afford another mistake. Today was Wednesday, until Friday night, everything had to be resolved. Sam weighed her chances. That was damned thin ice on which she stood. But she did not have a choice.
Sam informed the next guard that she wanted to talk to Brutus. After about two hours she was picked up and taken to Brutus' office.
He let Sam stand for five minutes in front of his desk and filled the form in front of him with stoic calm. Finally he put his pen aside and looked up. Sam tried to put on a friendly face.
Brutus folded his arms around his neck. "I expected your visit three weeks ago."
Sam tensed inside. Did that bastard suspect why she was here and what she was doing? How should she know if his interests coincided with hers? His slick facade would not help her. Her intuition had failed him more than once. Sam took a deep breath. Show time.
Brutus looked amusedly at Sam's concentrated expression. "Uncertain, Scherenlady?"
"Do not call me that." Sam growled.
"Shall I call you sugar doll?" Brutus scoffed at Sam.
Sam grinned at him joylessly. "Maybe we should talk about more important things."
Brutus leaned back in his leather chair and put his feet down on the desk. "Go on, what do you want?"
Sam wandered around the desk and sat down on the table beside Brutus' feet. She crossed her arms and leaned toward him. "And what do you want?"
Brutus put on a businesslike look. "OK, first of all, if you left me, I'll have to rip your sweet ass."
Sam looked at him silently.
"From now on, there is no longer a business relationship between you and your engraver - Lapuente would have deprived you of your permission today or tomorrow anyway - he thinks the men have to forcibly have sex, the most important reason being that he does Anyway, at least Lapuente has no interest in you honoring the peacemaking powers with your presence, but I think there are more talents in you than you've ever shown. "
Sam did not understand anything and took a breath. But before she could say anything, Brutus just kept talking.
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The seats in Jefe's group were initially in great demand. But after some time he drove the prices higher and higher. Unfortunately, only a few prisoners could pay their expensive prices, so that Sam looked into the same greasy faces of influential gangsters week after week. So Sam had not imagined that and asked Jefe again in the library. Their business has been going on for almost three months now.
"Shit, of course, I have to go up with the prices, Brutus wonders 50% of our revenue." Jefe stumbled from one side to the other in the narrow space.
Sam leaned against the doorframe and smoked one of the cigarettes, which were now piled up in the library's sagging shelves. Fee in kind. Sam guessed that she and Jefe could smoke for at least two months, 24 hours a day, without significantly decimating their numbers.
Sam watched the smoke billowing from her cigarette, bored. "You are drunk and no longer fit."
Jefe stared at her with clouded eyes. "Say, are you crazy, sugar doll?"
He stepped close to Sam and nudged her with a bulging chest. She smelled the alcohol in his breath. Ever since most clients started paying Jefe cigarettes and alcohol, he was constantly blue and staggering around. He was no longer powerful and strong. Most of the prisoners made fun of him. Although Sam still benefited from the deal, she sensed that it was more likely to attribute this to Brutus' influence.
Jefe exclaimed indignantly, "If you try to knock me out, I'll turn your neck around, bitch, did you waste my expensive money telling me that shit?"
Sam pushed his burning cigarette into his face. Jefe dropped to the floor, howling, holding his injured cheek.
In addition to the cold smoke of Sam's cigarette, she smelled the sweetish smell of burned flesh. Sam looked at him coldly and kicked him with all his strength against the head. He fell like a stone. She leaned over him and spat in his bleeding face. "Business relationship ended, you Pisswichser."
Sam hastily left the library. One of her newest privileges was that the guards escorted her to meetings with Jefe, but then disappeared as soon as Sam stepped through the door.
She had to be Brutus. On the way back to her cell, Sam pondered a strategy. Brutus had kept his feet still. It could hardly be a lucrative 50%, but lately he only got his share of cigarettes and tequila. He had to have other motives and she guessed what those were. Sam.
She had misjudged Brutus more than once. She could not afford another mistake. Today was Wednesday, until Friday night, everything had to be resolved. Sam weighed her chances. That was damned thin ice on which she stood. But she did not have a choice.
Sam informed the next guard that she wanted to talk to Brutus. After about two hours she was picked up and taken to Brutus' office.
He let Sam stand for five minutes in front of his desk and filled the form in front of him with stoic calm. Finally he put his pen aside and looked up. Sam tried to put on a friendly face.
Brutus folded his arms around his neck. "I expected your visit three weeks ago."
Sam tensed inside. Did that bastard suspect why she was here and what she was doing? How should she know if his interests coincided with hers? His slick facade would not help her. Her intuition had failed him more than once. Sam took a deep breath. Show time.
Brutus looked amusedly at Sam's concentrated expression. "Uncertain, Scherenlady?"
"Do not call me that." Sam growled.
"Shall I call you sugar doll?" Brutus scoffed at Sam.
Sam grinned at him joylessly. "Maybe we should talk about more important things."
Brutus leaned back in his leather chair and put his feet down on the desk. "Go on, what do you want?"
Sam wandered around the desk and sat down on the table beside Brutus' feet. She crossed her arms and leaned toward him. "And what do you want?"
Brutus put on a businesslike look. "OK, first of all, if you left me, I'll have to rip your sweet ass."
Sam looked at him silently.
"From now on, there is no longer a business relationship between you and your engraver - Lapuente would have deprived you of your permission today or tomorrow anyway - he thinks the men have to forcibly have sex, the most important reason being that he does Anyway, at least Lapuente has no interest in you honoring the peacemaking powers with your presence, but I think there are more talents in you than you've ever shown. "
Sam did not understand anything and took a breath. But before she could say anything, Brutus just kept talking.
The seats in Jefe's group were initially in great demand. But after some time he drove the prices higher and higher. Unfortunately, only a few prisoners could pay their expensive prices, so that Sam looked into the same greasy faces of influential gangsters week after week. So Sam had not imagined that and asked Jefe again in the library. Their business has been going on for almost three months now."Shit, of course, I have to go up with the prices, Brutus wonders 50% of our revenue." Jefe stumbled from one side to the other in the narrow space.Sam leaned against the doorframe and smoked one of the cigarettes, which were now piled up in the library's sagging shelves. Fee in kind. Sam guessed that she and Jefe could smoke for at least two months, 24 hours a day, without significantly decimating their numbers.Sam watched the smoke billowing from her cigarette, bored. "You are drunk and no longer fit."Jefe stared at her with clouded eyes. "Say, are you crazy, sugar doll?"He stepped close to Sam and nudged her with a bulging chest. She smelled the alcohol in his breath. Ever since most clients started paying Jefe cigarettes and alcohol, he was constantly blue and staggering around. He was no longer powerful and strong. Most of the prisoners made fun of him. Although Sam still benefited from the deal, she sensed that it was more likely to attribute this to Brutus' influence.Jefe exclaimed indignantly, "If you try to knock me out, I'll turn your neck around, bitch, did you waste my expensive money telling me that shit?"Sam pushed his burning cigarette into his face. Jefe dropped to the floor, howling, holding his injured cheek.In addition to the cold smoke of Sam's cigarette, she smelled the sweetish smell of burned flesh. Sam looked at him coldly and kicked him with all his strength against the head. He fell like a stone. She leaned over him and spat in his bleeding face. "Business relationship ended, you Pisswichser."Sam hastily left the library. One of her newest privileges was that the guards escorted her to meetings with Jefe, but then disappeared as soon as Sam stepped through the door.She had to be Brutus. On the way back to her cell, Sam pondered a strategy. Brutus had kept his feet still. It could hardly be a lucrative 50%, but lately he only got his share of cigarettes and tequila. He had to have other motives and she guessed what those were. Sam.She had misjudged Brutus more than once. She could not afford another mistake. Today was Wednesday, until Friday night, everything had to be resolved. Sam weighed her chances. That was damned thin ice on which she stood. But she did not have a choice.Sam informed the next guard that she wanted to talk to Brutus. After about two hours she was picked up and taken to Brutus' office.He let Sam stand for five minutes in front of his desk and filled the form in front of him with stoic calm. Finally he put his pen aside and looked up. Sam tried to put on a friendly face.Brutus folded his arms around his neck. "I expected your visit three weeks ago."Sam tensed inside. Did that bastard suspect why she was here and what she was doing? How should she know if his interests coincided with hers? His slick facade would not help her. Her intuition had failed him more than once. Sam took a deep breath. Show time.Brutus looked amusedly at Sam's concentrated expression. "Uncertain, Scherenlady?""Do not call me that." Sam growled."Shall I call you sugar doll?" Brutus scoffed at Sam.Sam grinned at him joylessly. "Maybe we should talk about more important things."Brutus leaned back in his leather chair and put his feet down on the desk. "Go on, what do you want?"Sam wandered around the desk and sat down on the table beside Brutus' feet. She crossed her arms and leaned toward him. "And what do you want?"Brutus put on a businesslike look. "OK, first of all, if you left me, I'll have to rip your sweet ass."Sam looked at him silently."From now on, there is no longer a business relationship between you and your engraver - Lapuente would have deprived you of your permission today or tomorrow anyway - he thinks the men have to forcibly have sex, the most important reason being that he does Anyway, at least Lapuente has no interest in you honoring the peacemaking powers with your presence, but I think there are more talents in you than you've ever shown. "Sam did not understand anything and took a breath. But before she could say anything, Brutus just kept talking.
