Quiet Lady

Cho bowed to the Boss, an old man affiliated with the Triads from across the sea. But he looked at his translator, the young woman who had just finished fucking the last of his intake slaves. She nodded, and they proceeded.

"The new one will not fetch good price," he said, in working-class Cantonese.

"They are all Americans. All will sell well in Macau. New one is an EDP's pet. Will sell more."

The Boss closed his eyes as he came. A disheveled Justice Cameron arose, her dark skin a fun oddity to the old Chinese man, as she swallowed his cum and left them to their shouts. "We keep that one. Sell the rest. We leave soon."

Cho shook his head. "One of the buyers is very wary of reprisal. The EDP is gathering weapons and people. He will attack."

"Hah!" shouted the Boss, glancing once more at the quiet one in the corner. "They will be shooting ghosts. We slit throats of slaves one-by-one until he begs us to stop."

She spoke up. "No. This will cause chaos. He will attack others. He is untouchable."

"Reeves will take care of him," said the Boss, grabbing his phone for his American associate.

"That man is untrustworthy. He only works for himself."

They all agreed on that point. "What of the father?" asked the woman.

"He has vanished to East Coast. We are tracking, but he managed to collect the funds without us," said Cho.

"Kill him," said the Boss, after getting approval from the woman.

She walked demurely down the hall from the office to the shower area. She witnessed the naked Justice being scrubbed down roughly by a body ****. "You speak Cantonese?" she asked, in English.

"No..." said Justice, truthfully, but a little fearfully.

"But you understand body language," the quiet one got up close to Justice and shooed away the Latina who was scrubbing her down. "You know too much..." she kissed Justice straight on the lips.

Frank looked out on the patio to the beautiful villa below. "I'm glad you're seeing things my way, sugar..." He smiled his crooked smile as Karen wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. "We're husband and wife again?"

"Always have been," she said, without hesitation. "I'm just glad that Johnny is doing well. About my family..."

"John-Boy will take of that. We'll just start our own in this little corner of the world. This money is not the only seed that's been planted." He rubbed Karen's belly, knowing that his grandchild, and possible foster child, lay within.

"What about... you know?" asked Karen, gesturing towards the sleeping Hazel. She and Frank fucked her silly last night, but Hazel was growing more and more unstable.

"We need her, darling. She's our daughter-in-law..."

"She fucking threatened to cut my throat last night. She's got a bloodlust towards me..."

"We need her to get to where we're going. Once we're established, I'll... I'll get rid of her..."

Hazel stirred quietly in bed, as Frank and Karen whispered to each other. She continued pretending to sleep as she realized he did not love her and it was all a sham. They would both pay, very, very soon.

"So, what? You don't have a name? Just a quiet lady?" Amber was handcuffed to an interrogation table in the nearest LAPD station as Cindy went through her supposition again.

"Yeah. She's acting like a ****, but she's controlling everything. It's painfully obvious, even if she's trying to hide it."

Amber looked over at Jana and I as we flanked Cindy. "That's not how the Triads work. Women are objects, not power players. I mean, even if she was the daughter of the Boss, she couldn't wield any control."

I banged the table hard. "This isn't Hong Kong, lady! They do things differently here!"

She laughed at my attempt at intimidation. "We can't just sit around debating and theorizing. Your family is being slaughtered or sold this very moment and..."

A knock came at the door from Agent Walker. "Sir. They sent us a message." The dead body of Justice Cameron had been dumped outside my mansion as I looked in horror.

"She wasn't wearing anything but this note," he said, holding a piece of bloody paper in Chinese characters. Amber looked at it and frowned.

"It says 'More where this came from.'"

We need to save their lives and slow down.

No... we need to act fast.