64 - It's Just Business

**Unknown POV**

“Number 0 4 5 6 9 S V E, boss. She is seventeen.”

A small brunette girl, quite small in height, her curly ringlets frame her face which is dutifully looking down at the ground. She is petite and in the bra and high thong set she is in, I can see she has flawless skin, her boobs are nice a round, a little pudge in the belly, and decent hips.

“Turn her” I command and the guard harshly turns her shaking body around so I can see her backside. Her shoulders are strong, her ass is nice and plump, her calves are small and toned. A nice specimen indeed.

“Very nice” I say. “I think she will do well in Paris. An eight.” I say to my assistant and the girl is dragged out of the stall to get cleaned up.
I am currently in my sorting warehouse on my main property. We received a new shipment four days ago and unlike my father and uncle, I prefer to sort my merchandise personally. Since I took over from my father, I have made a lot of changes to my business and now I am the most successful skins dealer in the world.

I created a specialized sorting system. Their registration numbers are for filing of course. The letters after their numbers are given by the training masters who receive them first and observe them for the first three days. The first letter tells me their personality. Those that display naturally submissive qualities are given S, brats and masochists are B, fighters and rebels are given D, dominant personalities are given X, and those that are combinations or the masters are not quite sure are given U. The second letter is V for virgin or N for not; if they are pregnant, they are given a P instead. The last letter is their intelligence level. If they are educated with at least high school experience they are given an H. If they graduated high school or above, they are given an E.

When I inspect them, I rate their physical appearance and their potential value based on the training masters. Based on the number will determine what they will do. If I assign them a location, they are taken directly to the designers hall to be beautified and will be shipped immediately to that location. This girl was beautiful, submissive, educated, and had good physical qualities for a slave or mistress. Eight and higher are top slave quality and are to be sold at auction.

Five through Seven will be sent to whore houses or the breeder houses, two through four will be sent to our pimps. Ones are rare and usually become food for my dogs or the glory boxes for my men. Some slaves are kept on the various properties and work as maids and whores for myself and my men. Slaves can and will be both male and female. Males are usually sold at auction or if I see potential in them, they are given a chance to train as a guard or pimp.

Pregnant women will be taken to a separate warehouse for the term of their pregnancy and the baby will be sold at birth and the mothers will be reassessed.
It’s a business and quite lucrative.

“Number 0 4 6 8 3 D N H. He is 19.” My assistant says while the guard brings forth a tall, lean boy before me. He is only wearing boxers. He has a defined torso, small muscles in his arms and legs. He hair is shaggy and his features are boyish and innocent but he is defiant by looking directly at me. Kid has some balls; I’ll give him that. He has a gag in his mouth and several purple bruises on his body so the masters must have had a difficult time with him.

“Hmmm. You are quite the difficult one.” I state to him and tilt my head thinking about what to do with this young man. He just gives me a glare, no doubt wishing death upon me.

“Turn him!” I command and assess his back. He has the potential to be quite strong. I saw on his knuckles that they were red and scratched. A natural fighter. I gave the command for him to be turned again to face me.

“You have balls kid.” I say to him. “I’ll give you a choice. You can either be sent on the next shipment to Paris and will be sold at auction where you will be someone’s bitch and by your constant defiance, will surely be beaten into submission. OR you can choose to work for me as one of my guards. You will be trained, fed, clothed, and given all the whores your little heart desires. All will have to do is swear loyalty to me and my organization and agree to serve me.”

I instructed the guard to remove his gag. “What do you choose boy?”

He looked at me and you could see the internal struggles through his eyes. “I am not a patient man” I warned him. He looked at me one more time before he bowed his head and dropped to his knees. “I choose to work for you, sir” he said softly. I could see him shaking and I couldn’t help the smirk on my face. Even the most dominant man will quiver at my feet.

“Take him to the barracks” I commanded my guard and they quickly left the stall.

Just as the next girl was being brought in, my favorite little sprite came waltzing in, a evil smirk on her face and you could see blood spatter still caked on her face.

“Brianna!” I acknowledged her and smiled. She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. “Brother.” She acknowledged back.

“How was target practice?” I asked her, although I know by her devious smile how successful she was. “It was good. A little noisy for my liking, but I corrected that real quick” she hinted. I laughed with her and put my arm around her shoulders, giving her a side hug.

“I was thinking it’s time to send our dear Aurora a present.” I told her. She knows I love to play mind games with my prey before I go hunting.

“Hmmm” she nodded in agreement. “Oh! Can we send a bouquet?” she asked and I swear if she wasn’t my sister, I would fuck her right then and there. She is just as sick and twisted as I am. “You know sis, that is brilliant. Want to do the honors?” to which her face beamed and she kissed me on my cheek and skipped out of the stalls.

I shook my head at her antics and then yelled “NEXT!”

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**Jason POV**

It was quite a thunderstorm outside. The water was cascading down the large paneled windows in waterfalls. I was in my office working on paperwork. Charlie was in the city at the office for a few meetings. Kai was training with his Omega team and Ben was in his workshop down the hall. I had my laptop open and watching Aurora on the security feeds. She was sitting in a chaise lounge by the window in the library. She was peacefully sleeping; a book was open on her lap. That woman gets more beautiful every day.
I continue my paperwork until there is a hesitant knock at the door.

“Come in!” I command and in walks Draco with a very grim face. I stop my work immediately. “What’s wrong Draco” I ask.

He takes a minute to shake out his body like he could physically expel whatever it is he saw. “Um, boss. Aurora got a package.” He said cautiously and I just raised my eyebrow waiting for him to explain more. “This note came with it.” He handed me a black card. It had not insignia on the envelope.

My breath hitched when I read the gold printed words on the card:

*Your time is almost up. Your heart will belong to me soon.*
*I’m coming for you.*

I quickly got out of my seat and rushed out the door, Draco on my heels and headed to the foyer. A large black box was on the table near the door. I approached it and opened the lid slowly. I have seen some of the most disturbing scenes in my life, hell I probably created half of them, but this was a whole other level of disgusting. For the first time since I was six, I felt like puking at the sight.

I sent an urgent message to Charlie, Kai, and Ben who responded immediately and were in transit back to the house within minutes. I sent four additional guards to the library to keep watch on Aurora. Draco called our cleanup crew to come handle the package. He took several pictures for our records.

It was dropped off at the East Side gate. Luckily the box had a waterproof covering but due to the storm, there were no fingerprints. Draco said the delivery was made by a courier service and he is tracking down information now. It will most likely be a dead end. Whoever did this was a professional.

By the time the guys came home, we huddled in our office and began discussing options. Kai was silent for a good hour before he spoke up.

“What if we train her? We want her to be our official sub and girlfriend anyway. We can train her for the mafia too. We will protect her with our lives, but if somehow” he started breaking down, a slight shimmer of wetness was in his eyes, “if somehow this son of a bitch gets her, she should have the basic tools to protect herself.”

“I couldn’t agree more. We will do everything we can to keep her safe” I told Kai, clapping his shoulder in reassurance. Kai just nodded his head and left the room, no doubt heading to the library where Aurora was. We all followed shortly after, having the overwhelming urge to be with our girl.

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize
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