CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 30: MY NEW PET (2)

[Ella’s affinity reaches 100, gains 1 point of Charm, Charm: 82

Ella has sex with you, my employee mode is cleared, gains 1 point of Constitution, Constitution: 81

Ella’s affinity is full, you can gain one of Ella’s abilities.

Spanish mastery, Piano mastery? Please choose!]

Oh my god, Ella can play the piano? I know Spanish, no need to learn it again.

[Choose Piano Mastery.]

[You’ve acquired a new ability, Piano Mastery.]

[Ella becomes your first toy. Obtain hidden achievement, Collector.

Gain 1 point of Charm, Charm: 83, gain 1 point of Energy, Energy: 63

Conquest: 47%! Once the conquest rate reaches 100%, you can choose her talent. Neural reflex enhancement!]

Talent? It should be Ella’s special ability.

It’s not a skill, it’s something unlearnable, everyone’s talent is different. Some are born athletes, others are born scientists, all thanks to talent.

Conquest seems to appear after affinity.

Affinity is the level of relationship between two people, conquest, is about turning a girl into your toy, a collection.

Ella was holding my penis, semen flowed from the tip, she swallowed all my remaining semen.

Walked into the bathroom, a Colombian girl wiped my back, helping me wash my body.

Got dressed, looked at my watch, it was already six o’clock, the sun was gradually setting over Miami, the waves at the seaside glowed with a golden light, like gold glistening in the water.

Took Ella with me and drove to PINK-CLUB.

A lot of cars were parked in the club’s parking lot.

The big guy at the door saw me and opened the door.

Lights were on inside the club, a few gangsters were on the first floor, holding pistols and Uzi guns, drinking.

Their expressions were very serious, no one spoke, the atmosphere was very oppressive.

I headed to the second floor, in the corridor stood a group of tall Russian guys, carrying folding AK74Ms keeping watch on the path.

Didn’t expect Sofia to have gathered her people too. The situation must be dire!

Amir was standing outside a private room, smoking, when he saw me, he raised his hand immediately. "This way, brother!"

Arriving at the private room door, I smelled a strong stench of alcohol, not liquor, it was medical alcohol.

Pushed the door open and went in.

All the lights in the room were on.

Middle-aged Latino Johnny was leaning on the sofa, with bandages wrapped around his wrist.

He was gulping down alcohol.

Two people lay on the sofa next to him.

One already not breathing.

Short Eddy, at the moment looking up at the ceiling, as if asleep.

Eddy and I were pretty close, I was the warehouse manager, Amir was the driver outpost.

Eddy was the courier, the guy who’d place the goods at the designated locations. When I wasn’t around, he’d take my spot. Bald Johnson was the counterman and also the muscle, responsible for collecting the money, Eddy would distribute the goods, so people, money, and goods were completely separated, even if someone got caught, it would be hard to find enough evidence.

They were the brothers who were on my team.

Looking at Eddy’s body, I was a bit silent. If I hadn’t gone home, I might have been lying here too.

A cough came from the other side.

"Buddy, give me a hit."

A brother lit a joint and placed it at Bald Johnson’s mouth.

This South American black man’s body was covered in sweat and trembling non-stop.

He’d been shot twice in the stomach. Although it was bandaged, the situation was dire.

The blood kept seeping out, the gauze was already stained red.

"He needs to go to a hospital, the infection in the wound will cause complications, he can’t hold on."

The others just looked at me silently.

My words, they all understood, but no one moved.

"Hey, cough, cough, Kenny, how’s your family doing...?"

"Buddy, don’t say anything, I’m taking you to the hospital." I squatted down beside Bald.

"I can hold on, if I go to the hospital now, cough, cough, I’ll end up in jail. You still owe me for drinks, every time we drink, you find an excuse to slip out, it’s always me paying the bill. I’ll hold on, you owe me a drink."

"Buddy, when you get better, it’ll be my treat, I promise."

I know I haven’t done well before, but my family needs money, Jesse needs living expenses, Johnny needs tuition, Helen is struggling all by herself.

So most of my money goes back home, every time we drink, I take off, because I don’t have much money on me.

"I’m really sorry, buddy."

"It’s okay, I’m, I’m an immigrant, I don’t have family here, your sister’s going to college?"

"Yes!"

"I, I’ve got a thousand here, you pay me back later."

"Damn it. Stop talking!"

"Kenny, I’m so cold!"

"Fack!" I held Bald, he started trembling. Looking at the coffee table, afraid to look at what was in my arms, I knew Bald couldn’t hold on, his body began convulsing.

"Ah, cough, cough!"

I felt terrible inside, I know we’re gangsters, though not like in the movies, with grand scenes and exaggeration, bullets everywhere, bodies all over, but the risk has always been there, now I’ve experienced something I never have before.

A friend passing away by your side.

Yes, we’re not good people, but we are people too, with emotions, with lives, with joy and sorrow.

If happiness was there, who would want to be in a gang?

This damn world!

I cried!

Holding Bald who was gradually ceasing to move, I knew his vitality had drained away, lying still in my arms.

"Fack!" I placed Johnson down, stood by the coffee table, and picked up a bottle of whiskey, drinking it.