Eden
Day Four
Antonio sat in the dining room with a group of men he’d grown up with on the island, finishing a savory lunch of mushroom risotto. Their new chef knew how to put together a meal. How had she lost her tongue? His father had mentioned a Russian customer, but Antonio hadn’t paid much attention. Still, it was unusual. But not his worry.
It was too bad she wouldn’t be here long—because the men used the cooks for s*x, the women usually killed themselves after a few months. Most threw themselves off the cliffs, one had used a knife, and another had tried to swim for it. Her body had washed up on shore a few days later.
Antonio had argued with his father about the practice, and, as usual, had lost. All Antonio could do about it now was plug his ears when he heard the screams. Th
