Less than an hour after his departure, the calls began pouring in, demanding answers I didn’t have.
Earlier that night, I had been upstairs with one of the girls. Not my favourite, not really. It changed too often to matter. One of the perks of my position was that nobody in the house dared tell me no, and after a night where I knew I may have gone too far, I wanted a distraction, noise, the kind of pleasure that asked nothing from me except money and a little attention. The guards had been given the night off because I was tired of being watched in my own home, tired of hearing the patrols, the radios, the restless movement of men who forgot who they answered to. And, it wasn’t like she was in any condition to run. With the pills' effect in her system, and I knew I broke that f*cking leg
