Jonatan Roy

My footsteps are as heavy as my clenched fists by my sides as I walk down the hallway of the seaside hotel. I had restrained my anger throughout the night, only releasing my rage in the soft sighs of a dazed Ginger beside me when we returned to the mansion, with her asleep in my arms until dawn. I can’t pull away or keep her out of my bed when her dark eyes shine, offering me her world. I’m a bastard, but I’m addicted to her, to her scent, to the way she quietly invades me. I’ve lost myself, and it cost those damned scouts in that room, admiring Ginger with envy and lust. A mistake was made, and heads will roll before the sun sets on this island. Everyone knows the rule. Unless I give authorization, the scouts aren’t allowed in that room. Filthy bastards! The vein in my neck bulges with each rush of blood fueled by rage as I imagine how content she was. I twist my neck to relieve the stiffness in my shoulders. I want to rip out every damned eyeball of the condemned who witnessed the consummation between me and her. Ginger defies the rule; she kicks my entire sadistic soul out, and I crumble, surrendering to her in a devastating way. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be just a game; I was supposed to feel alive at the end, but now I’m consumed by one single emotion: the madness of how it will be when she finds out what I’ve done. I pass by the guards, who step aside as I approach, opening the door to the room where two of Sodom’s scoundrels are talking, looking out the window.
"Who authorized this?" Czar, lounging in a chair, is the first to look at me. He raises his head while taking a drag from his cigarette.
Hu Li calmly stands up, putting his hands in his pockets, letting his feet slowly tap the floor. I watch the serene Chinese man, who, to anyone looking, wouldn’t guess is the triad’s most lethal reaper. He’s one of the quietest advisors who’s ever risen in Sodom, and the most ruthless and impartial.
"Roy." He nods at me in acknowledgment, but I’m too pissed to show him respect, not after knowing his eyes saw Ginger. "The scouts weren’t aware that the girl is your companion."
My fists clench as I glare at Czar, who meets my gaze with an arched eyebrow, as if challenging me to deny it. Of course, the others believed Ginger is my companion, especially after seeing her so submissive. Every part of her belongs to me, but I can never truly make her mine. I’m tied to Baby’s past and never intended to find a companion, which is why marrying Lorane seemed valid. I can fuck in every possible way, even blow a woman’s mind, but I can’t offer more than that. I can’t bind her to me, even though I know I’ll return to a lifeless state once Ginger leaves. This is who I am, this is my rotten soul, and I knew it when I drowned in her black sea, so beautiful. I will hurt her; I will destroy her soul. The past is a dangerous place to revisit, and Ginger came to me as a door, where I could try to enter and feel emotions that were taken from me. The game was just an excuse, a maneuver to shorten the path. I needed to return to that closet, to return to the beginning, and I took her with hatred, anger, the purest hunger of fury, fucking her so hard and brutally just to retrieve some part of me that was missing. I thought if I turned Ginger into the monster that attacked me, I could banish my paralysis that has consumed me for so many years through her. But the lips were the deciding factor. It was those sweet, soft, curious lips that condemned me. The first kiss caught me by surprise, leaving me disoriented. My distorted mind was silenced for a moment, and only she was in my arms. Ginger asked me for everything, and I gave her permission to infiltrate my haunted mind.
"She’s not my companion," I hiss softly, still carrying anger in my chest. But now it’s because I hear my own voice saying it out loud instead of just thinking it.
"Isn’t she?" The Russian stands up, putting out his cigarette butt in the ashtray. "If she’s not your companion, why did you almost go for my throat some time ago?"
"I’m not here to justify myself to you, Czar!" I growl softly, taking a step towards him. "I’m here because a damned rule was broken!"
"All the advisors are aware of each other’s restrictions, Jonathan. A mistake was made, and it has already been corrected. Someone opened the bedroom door. The scouts only understood later when they were already too captivated by the mastery with which you handled your submissive."
"And by the way, what mastery your little one has, Roy." My arm moves like a shot, hitting his throat until I see his face turn red. "Even I would get lost in her submission."
"Don’t provoke me, Czar!" He pulls away, looking at me mockingly.
"A Master only loses control in front of his companion, Jonathan." The psychopathic Russian winks at me, adjusting his jacket. "You’re lucky I have a good heart and like you, Roy. To your delight, I saw who opened the bedroom door, letting the scouts in."
Czar steps forward, heading towards the bathroom door. I turn my eyes to Hu Li, staring at him.
"Who was it?" The Chinese man tilts his head behind me, making me turn around.
Freire’s face is red, as Czar holds her by the arms. He lets her go, pushing her forward. She stumbles, falling to the floor near me.

"As you know, we're a family. Nobody messes with anyone, especially not with a counselor." The Russian lets his booming voice out while laughing, putting his hands in his pockets.
"We met this morning with the rest of the council via teleconference and reported what Freire has been up to." Hu Li looks at her with disgust, shaking his head. "The decision of Solomon is yours, decide what her punishment will be."
"I didn’t know..." Her fingers try to touch the tip of my shoe, but I step back in disgust, feeling hatred for this cursed woman. "I swear, Jonathan, I didn’t know it was you in the room..."
"As fake as those silicone implants in your breasts." Czar walks slowly, stopping near the window and lighting his cigarette.
"You can’t blame me for this, I didn’t know..."
"You knew, Freire!" I grit my teeth, feeling a strong urge to kill this woman. "You were with me and Czar when all the rooms were assigned. You knew exactly which one was mine. You did this because you’re a vindictive bitch!"
"I taught you everything you know, Roy. Everything you learned, I instructed you..."
"I bet ten bucks it was out of jealousy," Czar quickly replies, fixing his eyes on Freire. "Tell us, Freire, how did it feel to see your Master looking at his submissive in a way he will never look at you?"
Her red-painted mouth trembles as she averts her eyes, standing upright in front of me.
"You're banned, Freire." My decision is final, making her look back at me. Nothing will hit her harder than being expelled from Sodom.
"You can’t ban me..." Fearful, she looks to the other counselors for help.
"You broke a Master's rules within his own house, Freire," Hu Li speaks softly, letting his fingers glide over his suit, straightening it. "Whatever Jonathan decides for your future will be upheld. You're banned from Moscow. No Sodom in all of Russia will open its doors to you."
"The Lotus Triad bans you from the Sodom in Hong Kong."
I slide my fingers into my pocket, staring at her as her presence is purged from Sodom. A counselor's decision is the decision of all. Freire is banned from all the other counselors' houses, no door of Sodom will open for her. She may only return if I call her, but I’d rather die than let her come back. Freire isn’t stupid; she’s tucking her old dog tail between her legs, knowing that every step she takes will be under our watch. One slip, one word against us, and the price of retaliation will be too high for her to afford. Everyone pays, one way or another. Sodom is the only one that wins.
"You’ll regret this, Jonathan!"
I step forward, making her shut up and stumble backward.
"Are you threatening a Master, Freire?" I lower my voice, glaring at her until she bows her head in submission, staring at her shoes.
"No..."
"Good. Now I advise you to leave my island before nightfall, or I swear you’ll stay here forever."
I watch her quickly leave the room, still feeling sickened by the sight of this woman. Freire taught me many things, and hating her was one of the main lessons I learned.
"Well, now that we’ve dealt with the case of the old woman obsessed with Jonathan’s cock, I need to go. I have some matters to catch up on." Czar moves away from the window, pulling his sunglasses from his jacket pocket.
"Lots of girls to watch, right?" Hu Li smiles, teasing him.
"It’s been a long time since one caught my attention, they’re all the same. Well, if you guys decide to stop by Moscow, don’t call me, I don’t want to see your faces for a while." I laugh with the arrogant Russian, watching him leave in quick steps.
Czar is the best stalker within the Russian mafia, but a sadistic, imperative perfectionist. His mastery in tracking is his power within the council; there’s no soul he can’t trace. If a name is on his list, it’s quickly silenced. I approach the window of the hotel room, looking at the rough sea. Grotesque, raging waves, as turbulent as my mind, which only calms down when lost in Ginger’s black eyes.