Chapter 28 JacQues DuPont
My wife sighed as we pulled into the driveway of our home. I knew she was about to be on her good ol’ bullshit. I put the car in park and looked at her, waiting for her to get out. We’d just come from a birthday dinner for my daughter, but I still had business to attend to.
“Do you have to go tonight?” she asked. “We were having a good night. Don’t ruin it.”
“Get out of the car, Alissa.”
“JacQues, when are you going to give this up?”
I rubbed my temples in frustration. Alissa knew all about my after-hours affairs.
Always had. Why? Because she was my second wife, and once upon a time, she was one of my girls.
I fucked around, sampled her pussy, and fell in love.
I pulled her out of the brothel and put her in a life of luxury.
The money other men paid to fuck her was crumbs compared to what I’d given her.
There was something about this woman that I couldn’t get enough of from the moment I laid eyes on her. Then, she wasn’t anybody I trafficked, just a young, impressionable hooker trying to make ends meet. I’d been minding my business, driving through the city one night when I saw her on the corner.
She was standing there dressed scandalously in a leopard print mini dress, red pumps, and a white faux fur coat, puffing on a cigarette.
Her figure was immaculate, and that face…
she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
At that point, my ex-wife had been dead for over ten years.
I’d been occupying my time with whatever piece of pussy I wanted.
When I crossed paths with Alissa Bordeaux, I decided she was the one who would change all that.
I contacted Miranda and told her to offer her a job.
If she was going to be selling pussy, at least she could do it off the streets.
My brothel was one of luxury. From the outside, it didn’t look like much, but my girls had the very best of everything inside.
Like the good lap dog she was, Miranda snatched her up and put her to work.
I’d given her three weeks to get adjusted before I pulled up on her for the first time.
Even before then, I’d been watching her on the cameras.
Every room in the brothel was equipped with a live feed, just in case one of the Johns got to doing too much and had to be stopped.
I watched her with several men and a few women. I watched the rolling of her hips when she rode dick. I watched the way she had those women losing their minds when she ate pussy or used a strap on them. Perhaps my favorite part was the look on her face as she climaxed.
My wife was a fucking goddess in the bedroom. She didn’t just fuck for money, she fucked for pleasure, and that was something I wanted all to myself. Now I had it.
“Alissa, we aren’t having this conversation,” I said firmly.
“I’m worried about you, JacQues. Ever since that shit a few months back, I’m scared for you to keep this up. Baby, you’ve made your money. Get out while you can. We can go somewhere and start over, live a normal life—”
“What the fuck did I say!” I bellowed. “We aren’t talking about this.
Mind the business that pays you. This life affords you luxury.
You got the house, the cars, the jewels.
You got visits to overpriced spas and unlimited shopping sprees and trips out the country that you don’t have to fuck random people for. ”
She scoffed. “Now I’m just fucking my perverted ass husband for it.”
I reached over and grabbed her by her neck. “The fuck you said?”
She whimpered. “N-nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
“That’s what I thought.” I pulled her to me and kissed her lips. “Go inside. I won’t be long.”
I released her, and she frantically scrambled from the car. Once she was inside, I backed out of the driveway and made my way back into town. My thoughts drifted back to the incident a few months back.
Fucking Celeste Coltrain… or whatever that bitch’s name was.
I was so blinded by a pretty face and my desire to fuck her that I allowed her to get one up on me.
If it wasn’t for Jazmine putting me on to what she was doing, she might have gotten the drop on me even more than she already had.
That bitch waited months to tell me what was going on up under my nose.
The only reason she said anything was because her ass needed money.
I guess selling her pussy on the street wasn’t paying as much as the brothel.
She was too happy to sing like a canary.
After a fitting punishment, I had her watching that bitch like a hawk.
If she pissed, I wanted her right there to record the output.
She put an Airtag on Celeste’s car, which helped me track her location.
The night I took her to dinner, I was planning to confront her, but an important business call came through and I had to leave.
Jazmine was there and told me she saw Celeste with some man having what looked like a very heated discussion when I left the table.
I had Jazmine follow her that night and she told me she ended up at a the hotel.
She would have followed her up to the room, but security stopped her and turned her around at the door.
That was fine. I had her location and could easily track her, which was how I ended up at the prenatal care center watching her.
The bitch was pregnant and married.
Shock of my life. How she’d hidden that fact was expecting beyond me.
I couldn’t pretend like it didn’t irritate me.
I wanted her… I wanted her bad. But she played me.
I let her in on my inner workings because I just knew we’d make good partners.
On paper, she was bringing in money, and lots of it.
Any time I went to collect, there was always an abundance of cash, more than Miranda’s ass had ever handed over.
How was I supposed to know she was a fraud?
That pissed me off more than anything.
I hated a fraud bitch. That’s why her and that bastard baby had to die.
When my guys reported she was dead, I slept like a baby that night.
Since then, I’d been moving a little more cautiously.
Begrudgingly, I put Jazmine’s ass in charge of the brothel.
Much to my surprise, she’d been handling things well and making me a lot of money.
Tonight, I was going to talk to her about bringing in more girls and changing locations. We were outgrowing this one, so I’d purchase a home to move the operation to. That would give us more privacy and bring in a lot more cash with more girls.
Twenty minutes later, I was parking on the street. Stepping out of the car, I adjusted my suit jacket and made my way to the door. The first thing I noticed was the fact that it was locked. Frowning, I pulled out my keys and unlocked it.
When I stepped inside, the place was eerily quiet.
This was a brothel.
There should have been half-naked women walking around, customers moaning, something. But there was nothing. Slowly, I made my way down the hall to the rooms.
“Jazmine!” I yelled.
Nothing.
“Jazmine, where the fuck are you?”
Still nothing.
I turned the knob to the first room and pushed the door open. My eyes widened at the sight of the naked man with a bullet in his head.
“What the fuck?”
Backing away, I opened the remaining doors to find similar scenes.
The one thing that was missing was my girls.
I headed up the back stairs to the office, only to find the door slightly ajar.
Carefully, I pushed it open and was immediately met with a pool of blood.
My gaze followed it until it landed on Jazmine, tied to a chair.
Throat cut.
Wrists cut.
Disemboweled.
“Fuck,” I muttered, wiping my hands down my face. “Fuck!”
My eyes landed on her arm, and I squinted. Something was carved into her flesh. What was that? Stepping over the pool of blood, I made my way into the office and closer to her. Tilting my head, I read the word… Vengeance.
I should have known this bitch would be trouble. All that money she was bringing in, she probably fucked over the wrong person, and they got her ass.
“You stupid bitch,” I muttered.
Now, what was I going to do?