Czar Gregovivk Part 2

“Did she prescribe you the medication?” I ask her as I turn my attention back to drying her feet.
“Yes, the paper’s in my bag.” Her feet wiggle as she laughs, trying to pull them away from me, letting me know I’m tickling her toes. “Oh God, stop doing that, sir!”
She curls up and shakes her head, but I keep her feet firmly in my hand, looking at her face.
“Start taking them tomorrow,” I say, taking a deep breath as my gaze trails down her throat, lowering to the front of her chest, admiring the curve of her breasts hidden beneath the towel wrapped around her body.
Mabel gives me a sultry look and takes a deep breath, biting the corner of her mouth and diverting her eyes from my lips, nodding her head in agreement.
“How was work today?” I change the subject before my body gets too eager. I lower one of her dry feet and take the other to dry.
“Boris got mugged, you know?!” She lets out a frustrated breath and shrugs her shoulders, hugging herself. “They broke his nose and dislocated his shoulder, sir. I thought you said you talked to him, not that he got hurt badly...”
“Yes, I talked to him,” I say without a hint of remorse, turning my eyes back to her. “And I made sure he paid attention to every word that came out of my mouth, and I also thought I already told you to stop thinking about it.”
“I didn’t think it would be like this; I didn’t think the game would come out of the dungeon. When you told me you’d take control of everything, I thought it would just be behind closed doors, not that you’d control every step I take…”
“I don’t control your steps, Mabel.” I stand up in front of her, looking at her seriously. “I take care of you.”
“Why, sir?” She lowers her gaze, looking so lonely and fragile, hugging her body tighter. “Why take care of me…”
Because something inside me wants her safe, wants to show her that the world, my world that she has been introduced to, isn’t the abomination they taught her about.
“I’ll get you some dry clothes, and then something to eat,” I respond and turn to leave the room.
I walk down the hallway and head to my room. I open my closet and grab one of my shirts for her. I notice the table in the corner, with the computer screen still on, loading the security system for the airlines, which will inform me when Freire last entered and exited Moscow.
“Are you sure, Ramsés?” I observe the man in the suit, his black, curly hair slicked back, looking at the photo of Alekessandra.
I was lucky to have a chance to talk to him before he left Moscow. He was passing through the city, finishing up some hotel business before returning to Egypt. I had spoken to him the night of the profane revelries; he had dropped by to greet me and mentioned he’d be in Moscow for about three weeks before leaving.
“No, I’ve never seen her.” He sets the photo on the table and looks at me, puffing on his cigar. “What’s your interest in this woman? Is she the one they’re accusing you of hurting, or are they hunting another target?”
I harden my expression and shake my head, tightening the muscles in my face. I’ve never hurt a woman, but I’d enjoy causing a lot of pain, in a very different way than I provide for the women in the bedroom, to Alekessandra.
“No, but this one in question, I could hurt!” I respond, taking the photo and putting it in my jacket pocket. “I need to find out some things, which is why I’m after her.”
“What are you really looking for, my friend?” he asks calmly, keeping his curious eyes on me. “I confess that when I was told you were waiting for me, I thought you came to me to be your witness... But I can tell it’s not why you came.”
I remain silent, staring at him, unsure if I can trust Ramsés to tell him why I’m seeking information on Alekessandra without him discovering my suspicions about Mabel. Ramsés was one of the advisors who severely scorned Freire when she made the little demonstration with the young woman she trained to be an alpha submissive; I can’t risk him getting close to Mabel.
“I just want to know more about this woman.” I limit myself to giving him a brief answer, not going into details.
“You should be careful with your enemies, my friend. Never lose sight of them; that’s how you stay one step ahead.” He smiles at me and exhales the smoke from his cigar. “Because it’s when we least expect it that they strike; you shouldn’t let your guard down.”
“Morgana set me up, took advantage of a situation that happened in my house to manipulate a scheme.” I let out a breath of anger through my mouth and lean against the chair. “Are you sure this woman has never entered Sodoma, Ramsés?”
“I’m as sure as I can be that she’s never entered Sodoma, just as I know that the girl in the white dress who ran past me when I was leaving that night of the revelries had never stepped foot in any of our branches before.” He smiles and winks at me, lowering the cigar into his ashtray. “And I know she was with you, not the one in the photo; I just wanted to know your real interest.”
“You saw her!” I look at him with more attention. “You saw Mabel flee that night?”
“Yes, I did. I had already noticed the presence of fresh meat before. It’s hard not to notice a woman like her in Sodoma: little makeup, no promiscuous clothes; she’s not the type of visitor who would go unnoticed.” He straightens his tie and checks the watch on his wrist. “I saw her before the escape; I was at the bar when she passed by with one of Morgana’s trained ones.”
I’m lost with this information, not understanding who he’s referring to. Morgana’s submissive was in the center of the ballroom that night, holding trays while Morgana prepared him for the revelries along with Adrien’s wives.
“No, you must have confused her with another girl; it wasn’t her.” I shake my head. “The guy who took Mabel that night is Sebastian’s submissive…”
“I never forget a face, Czar; you know that very well. It’s why you’re here, and I assure you it’s the same girl.”
“But the guy who was with her that night is Sebastian’s boy…”
“Except before that, he was Morgana’s.” Ramsés hits me precisely with this new information. “As I said, never lose sight of your enemies. As you know, my relationship with Sebastian has never been the best; I know every step he takes.”