CHAPTER 68: EXCITEMENT.

"Ohh thank you I take it as a compliment." Joseph said, still trying to keep up that nonchalant bored face, not glancing down on anywhere else, just looking into her eyes and that naughty smile on her face. "Though I don’t know what stories are out about me... maybe what makes you wet is not even real."

He set the perfect bait to see who she is exactly.

"Hmm..." She bit her lip as she stared at him. "You know, when people tell stories..." She crossed her legs. "They usually tend to color them a bit. If the person is in their favor, they like to add bright colors, make them seem great. And on the other side, when they tell a story about someone they dislike, they add dark colors to make them look bad, to show how fucking stupid they are." She spread her legs again, but this time she did more... she pulled up her dress, leaving nothing covering her down there.

And yeah, Joseph was on the edge... like he was battling his inner demons. He had never seen pussy before, a real one, and now a gorgeous woman was right there, wet, and just showing it off. Though she kept it up, no woman could fucking put him under a spell like this.

"Cassian..." She continued. "... when people tell stories about you, they never add color. Not bright ones, not dark ones. No, all of them told the exact same stories, without added words, but the most important thing is..." She leaned forward just enough to show her boobs even more. "...they show fear... all of them, same stories, same tone, same fear and the funny thing is that... you were in prison... and now that you’re out... their fear has turned into something else."

Now his excitement just sparked up... spiked so much that he forgot about the inner demons and the lust... she took the bait. "And what would that be?

"Hmm..." She rolled her eyes. "...they turn into enemies darling. Enemies that pay so much money for information... they make my business boom."

Yeah, truly a snake, that’s what she is. Not just with her body, but in the underworld too... exactly the same type of person Joseph’s father loved to kill. He loved to kill every one of them... the snakes who knew things they shouldn’t and used it for themselves... they sold information, they created chaos, they manipulated... and she was exactly like that.

People like her need to die before they do something so fucked up it becomes impossible to fix. That’s their power.They have no influence on the game, on the market, no... but they have control over people’s minds and thoughts.

Those so-called luxury prostitutes are just tools of it... having sex with influential people, and at the same time, planting little seeds in their minds. They talk about business, the underworld, or anything else they hear from other clients, they start sharing it bit by bit, that supposedly what they heard... and those seeds slowly start to grow... and make people feel uncertain.

That’s when paranoia comes into the picture. What if that bitch was telling the truth? What if it wasn’t just a story or gossip, but reality?

And that’s how everything starts to stir up, to escalate... to become war. They manipulate people with a little information, information that could even be a lie but sounds true... especially coming from a bitch who’s fucking with so many clients.

"Huh... but I didn’t do anything to make enemies." Even he didn’t believe what he had just said.

"Oh, Joseph." She shook her head, and her body shivered as, once again, she put her hand down there. "It just makes me want to ride you... to taste you... just thinking about it... thinking about how you killed off your family and the biggest alliance this country has ever seen... yeah, how you changed the whole underworld with it, and now you killed Vincente, and the elders too... ahh, you bad boy, and I love bad boys so much... but you have so many enemies that I don’t know which side I should stand on." The first time she shifted, all the freakiness, the naughty behavior, everything, it just vanished suddenly, and her eyes grew serious as she stared into his.

She is a freak... an intelligent freak, who wants to play this game huh. Yeah, she wanted to play it, all of it was a game for her... but the thing Joseph didn’t understand was that... who the fuck is she? Like what?

Threatening? Trying to be a threat, a danger, trying to intimidate him, while a moment ago she was offering her pussy... a freaky woman who thinks too much about herself... because the reality is that... she poses no danger, not to him.

"Can I ask something?" Joseph still kept eye contact with her, and she started to feel stressed about that too... she seemed to realize that her body wasn’t something that could control him.

"Yeah baby, ask it, but..." She once again gave that serious look. "... don’t even try to beg me for—"

"You’re just a fucking bitch, a nasty fucking bitch, who thinks she has power because of 40 or how many girls fucking clients and getting information, then selling it, twisting it... huh, but Aisha, you’re just a bitch that thinks she has power over people... no Aisha, you don’t have power, what you have is a pussy, a lot of pussies that get fucked every day and obtain information, but nothing more."

"W-what—"

"I don’t know why the fuck you think you can raise your voice." Yeah, she finally got it, finally realized it, the stories were true, those eyes of his were something else... so deep, like an abyss. "It is astonishing that you even have the attitude to think you’ve the upper hand, to talk about enemies, and whose side you stand on... because in reality, I can wipe out your whole little organization in a second, and nobody is going to do anything about it. I am different, darling." He leaned in a bit. "I am a Cassian. I am the Cassian family and I don’t give a single fuck about anything, darling, because I accepted everything a long time ago, in the darkness... that the only path for me is death. And whoever fears, whoever accepts death, has nothing to lose, darling, nothing to fear... not even a bitch like you, okay?"

She didn’t look away, no, she kept looking in Joseph’s eyes with a faint smile on her face and the same piercing look in her eyes as her fingers drummed on her thigh. She looked calm or at least wanted to look calm... but she could feel his presence looming over her... he was exactly how people had talked about him. This suffocating presence he commanded, his harsh words that he spoke without fear of consequences.

It just screamed that he loved to take risks... it excited him... and it excited Aisha as well... and not just down there.