The City of Prostitutes novel

The room was steeped in cool luxury. A wide bed, dim lighting, and glass reflecting a city that never sleeps. Lena was on top of him… Moving with the confidence of a woman who knows exactly what she's doing, Her body dictated the rhythm, and the man beneath her was surrendered, as if the moment had stripped him of all the caution he was accustomed to. When it was all over, Lena leaned against his chest, Letting her head rest for a brief moment, As if to give him the illusion of closeness… nothing more. "Well done, Lena," the man whispered hoarsely. She smiled, and gave him a quick kiss, Then she rose slowly, unbent her waist from his, her smile still lingering on his body, as she gathered her clothes piece by piece, putting them on with calculated calm. The man got out of bed, and went to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. He unlocked it with his fingerprint, then a combination only he knew. He pulled out a wad of dollars. He turned to her, looking drunk, and said in a slurred, intoxicated voice, "Lena." She turned. He threw the money at her, then turned and headed for the glass-enclosed bathroom inside the room. He opened the door and went in, and closed it behind him. Lena put on the rest of her clothes. Then she stopped. The closet was still open… Half of its door revealed secrets that shouldn't have been seen. She approached without hesitation. Inside the closet: Bullions of dollars, A metal hard drive, Paper files, A small box in a luxurious gold color, And a silver pistol gleaming in the light. She looked toward the bathroom. The glass was foggy, Water was running over the man's face, He couldn't see anything. She reached out quickly, opened her bag, and emptied the closet piece by piece. Money, Files, The hard drive, The box… Then the gun. Everything went into the bag. She closed it. She walked to the door with steady steps. She opened it… And went out. A few minutes later, the man came out of the bathroom. He didn't find Lena. He looked at the door… It was open. He said loudly, “Lena? Where are you?” He approached, He took one last look outside, Then he turned to the closet. It was open… And empty. He froze. He went quickly to the wardrobe, He took out another gun, He put it in his mouth. He didn't hesitate, he fired the shot. The shot rang out, and his head exploded. Blood splattered, and the body fell… The House of Whores Lina returned to the big gang's house. The house was large and spacious, and each girl had a separate room. They didn't receive men in this house; it was only their place after they finished the prostitution work the gang assigned them, or after one of them had lured a man into a s****l encounter. The girls were sitting in the living room wearing only two-piece outfits. One was watching television, another was giggling with her friend, and another was lying on her friend's lap on the sofa. When Lina entered, she went straight to her room without speaking to or even looking at anyone. She opened the door, went in, and locked it behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed and took the stolen goods out of the bag. She picked up the golden box; its appearance was astonishing and impressive. She opened the box; inside were very luxurious diamond pieces. She took one out, looked at it, and placed it in her palm, gazing at it intently. It was flashing brightly. She gently placed it in the box and closed it. She picked up the paper file. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the first picture at the beginning of the file and read the first line. The phone rang. She picked it up; it was on the bed next to the stolen goods. She looked at it; Lucien's name was displayed. It was the gang leader calling. She answered and heard the voice. Lucien: Hello, Lina. Go now to the address I sent you. He should have a good time. Lucien hung up. The phone vibrated, and a message arrived with the man's address. Lina put the stolen goods back in the bag, got up, slung the bag over her shoulder, opened the door, and went out. She closed the door, put the key in, turned it, heard the lock click, left the key in the door, and headed towards the living room. Carmen, her colleague, got up and approached her, saying, "Lina." Lina stood up and looked at her. Carmen said, "Where are you going?" Lina said, "A new client." Carmen said, "Do you need help?" Lina said Lena: He's just one man who wants me. Carmen: Maybe he needs two women. Lena: You can talk to the gang leader. Carmen: Excuse me, excuse me. She stepped back slowly. Lena smiled, went to the door, opened it, and went out. She closed the door. The Nightclub Lucien and his friends were sitting inside a nightclub. The city wasn't under police control; only police officer Gabriel Caine had to cooperate with Lucien to control the city and share information. Lucien and his friends were inside the nightclub. His friends were sitting on chairs, drinking and playing with women, who were sitting on their laps, laughing and kissing. Lucien approached his friends, holding the phone to his ear, listening to Officer Gabriel Caine say: "The man killed himself minutes after Lena left his house. She stole his safe. No one else entered his house. The cameras caught her." She exits the building. "Lena has never stolen," Lucien said. "Lena needs to be brought in for questioning now, Lucien," Gabriel Caine said. "Lena is at another man's house right now, having s*x with him," Lucien said. "What's the address?" Gabriel Caine asked. "17 Main Street, 10th floor, Apartment 11," Lucien said. "Thanks, Lucien," Gabriel Caine said. Lucien hung up and went to his men. The women left his men the moment he arrived. The gang's main members were sitting around the table: Adrian Falk – The mastermind and planner – A former detective, unforgiving and ruthless Victor Hill – The silent killer – Emotionless violence Marcus Devlin "The Billionaire" – The money launderer and money-leasing arm – A fake smile… and a potential betrayal Leon Vesper, nicknamed "The Lady Lord" – The brothel manager – Handsome, sadistic, and conflicted Internally Connor Maddox, nicknamed "Wolf" – Commander of the armed force – Blind loyalty… and a bloody past And standing before them is the organization's leader, Lucien Graves, nicknamed "The King"