CHAPTER 5: What if I have my way of finding her?

The rays from the sun find its way into the room, penetrating through an opening in the sheer curtain and into Ricco's eyes, causing him to squint with frequent blinks.

He ran his fingers into his long hair, shoving it backwards as he sat up on the bed. Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night.

His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night.

He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side.

"Fanculo! (F**k!)"

He yelled as he walked into the bathroom, taking care of his morning wood with a piss and freshening up. He was pissed because she was gone and the worst was he didn't even know her name. Coming out of the bathroom with his hands working on his buttons, he noticed a guard at his door.

"What is it?" He asked as the guard approached him.

"Buongiorno! (*Good morning!)"

"Lorenzo vorrebbe vederti. (*Lorenzo would like to see you)". The blonde haired guard announced to him and turned his back to leave.

Ricco smirked, knowing it's been long he spoke to Lorenzo. They both made their way to Lorenzo's office and Ricco took a look round the clubhouse once again.

"How does it feel to stand outside these rooms all night and listening to them fuck?"

Ricco asked with a smirk as he followed the quiet guard in a navy suit.

"I'm here to do my job, to take care of the ladies Incase any bad thing happens to them"

He gave what seemed like a professional reply and Ricco found himself nodding.

"These women are our business and are fucking total strangers. You'd be surprised how men think this is a place to abuse women. I've witnessed a lot of cases where I have to step in because he thinks a no-hold-barred night means he can beat the living shit out of a woman. Some f**s virgins mercilessly and I won't stand there and do nothing. Not on my watch!!"

The guard added and Ricco watched as he raised his hand and clenched his fingers inward before knocking on a door which seemed to be an entrance to Lorenzo's office.

"Come in!." Lorenzo's deep voice could be heard from inside and as the door opened, it revealed his small lavished territory. He was dressed in a suit as usual with tea on his wooden table and his face was a little pissed.

Ricco sat at his front with a smirk as he caressed his beards and watched Lorenzo's thick brows dancing in worry with his hands finding what to write on a document at his front.

After a moment of silence, Ricco decided to speak.

"The girl last night. I want to know her name and everything about her.."

"That's never gonna happen!"

Lorenzo said immediately without sparing

him a glance.

Ricco gritted his teeth. reigning in temper, he hits the table with his fist. He was a type that got furious at the slightest thing and he knew Lorenzo's reply would be negative as usual. Getting a no was something he disliked the most. He always gets what he wants and whatever he asks.

"Dimmi, cazzo! bastardo!!! (*Fucking tell me! You bastard!!!)" Ricco yelled and a smirk parted at the side of Lorenzo's lips. That smirk turned into a non ending chuckle and Ricco decided to keep his cool.

"Common! Seriously?? You're going to try and convince me that these women don't want to know anything about their date?"

Ricco asked as soon as he stopped laughing.

"Honestly! All of them know the rules. It's why they come here and why I do business with them."

"Oh! Please. That's a stupid excuse!"

Ricco retorted.

Lorenzo smirked before replying to him. "So what's a good excuse? Tell me ??"

"You know you're such a glorified pimp and lowlife, selling lady's virginities and making money with it".

Lorenzo smirked and raised his brows at Ricco's courage to talk to him that way.

"I mean, I thought my setup was beneath you. You once told me I was a piece of shit for even considering this business. I always figured you were an uptight asshole until last night. What is it about this woman?. You saw her picture. It was with the other women I displayed that afternoon. I can't believe you got so attracted to it that you came all the way from Rome to Milan to taste her."

"Fottiti!!! (*Screw you!!)" Ricco yelled, gazing into his brown eyes with his middle finger in the air while a smirk formed on Lorenzo's lips.

"You know the moment she walked into my office. I thought about you. She's got that lost little doe look. Innocent as they came but there's that spark, isn't there? That little hint of darkness and arousal that draws a man in. Let's not even talk about her curvy shape. I'm sure you enjoyed her last night." Lorenzo said with a smirk as he balanced on his chair and caressed his beards.

"Tell me her name, every fucking thing about her and we call it even."

"If you hadn't paid off the guard outside her door, I may have considered it. You're in my club, I offer these women protection and against my orders, you removed hers. For that reason, I won't be telling you a single fucking thing about her!!"

"How much will it cost me?" Ricco added, looking straight into Lorenzo's eyes without a blink. He believes money should find a way to solve all of his problems.

"Nothing! Because you're not getting her information. You got one night without supervision. Consider it a parting gift."

Lorenzo spat back, his hands stroking his beards as he took a sip from his tea.

"You're fucking serious right now!!"

Ricco yelled, hitting his fist on the table again.

"Come un fottuto morto (*As the fucking dead!!)" Lorenzo implored, removing his spectacles and maintaining a direct contact with his eyeball. He was quite aware of Ricco's stubbornness. Getting things done his way at all cost but he wouldn't give in to his request this time around no matter what it takes.

Lorenzo moved his chair forward, causing a scraping sound from the chair as it moved against the tiled floor.

"I don't get it though, why didn't you want the guard? You're not a prude are you?"

"I didn't want a guard in on my business. Sue me. You really want me to believe this is a respectable business!!"

"You think it's not?" Lorenzo replied to him with a chuckle.

"You sell girls. It's no better than a brothel."

Ricco yelled while Lorenzo nodded as he watched him, believing he'd lost his mind.

"You wanna know something?" Lorenzo asked rhetorically as he relaxed his back on his chair before clearing his throat to continue his speech.

"This was a new venture for me a few years ago. It was something I stumbled upon because a friend of mine had a sister. You don't need to know all the details but the sister needed money badly. She didn't come from wealth and the only thing she felt she had to bargain for was with her virginity. To cut the story short, she put it on the internet, got a good price for it and went through the entire ordeal."

"She never lived past that night."

Lorenzo said, staring into Ricco's deep blue eyes and continued with the narration.

"They found her body a week later. The man who had bought her had indeed stripped her off her virginity, but he had also tortured and killed her. The money was never even transferred into her bank account. That's why we're trying to maintain safety without invading these ladies' privacy and their personal lives. You may think I'm a pimp, that's okay. The girls come to me and I take care of them, protect them and at the end of the day, they go home safe. I can gua-ran-fucking-ty it. I've got nothing to prove to you. My conscience is fucking clear. These women are a part of my business. I don't take a huge chunk off their money. They get most of it. I take enough to keep this place running, pay my guards and make a tiny profit for my trouble. If you think for a second that this is always easy for me, then it's not."

Lorenzo keeps up his glare as he finishes.

"So you're not giving me any information on the girl??"

"No!" Lorenzo replied in a husky and adamant tone.

"Son of a bitch!! I'm not going to hurt her!!"

"I don't care!!" Lorenzo retorted, his words and unyielding nature getting on Ricco's nerves.

"Those are the fucking damn rules you signed up for?"

"And if I find my own means of finding her?".

Ricco implored without giving up as he looked at Lorenzo with glaring eyes.

"Good luck!" Lorenzo smirked, caressing his beards once again as he maintained contact with Ricco's fierce piercing eyes.

"And what of her picture?" Ricco asked, demanding at least an image of her since he won't be getting her information.

"It has been destroyed young man. The moment the clock struck six this morning, all of those details were wiped. I know who she is and what she does and even why she needs the money. I won't be telling you a damn thing!"

Lorenzo said lastly with a smile while Ricco's fist was tightly clenched. He wished he could have his way by hitting him up so he could spill all the information about her.

Just as he stood, a slut in a black lingerie, which revealed her tattooed chest and full tits, walked up to him. She caressed his shoulders and looked into his furious eyes, trying to flirt with him by getting his attention.

"Hey! Mr handsome!." She said with a wink as she worshiped his muscles and broad chest with her caress.

"Seeing your body turns me on. Why don't we screw each other? I will give you the fucking moment of your entire life."

She slapped her @ss and let out a soft moan while he looked at her with disgust.

Dragging her away and taking some steps forward, she ran and stayed at Ricco's front, trying to stop him from moving.

"Common! Don't ignore me like that. I can assure you that you'll enjoy me. My p**y is very hot. I'm sure you've got a long c**k down there."

Out of anger, Ricco held her shoulders aggressively.

"Stai lontano dai miei piedi, stronza!. Ho degli affari di cui occuparmi (*Stay out of my fucking way bitch!!, I've got some business to tend to)."

"And someone I need to find!" He said lastly with his eyes locking with that of Lorenzo who understood what he meant.