Chapter 71: Girlfriends of Mafia?
The brothel’s cellar was a cool with the buzzing main floor. The air smelled of wood and whiskey, and the low hum of voices greeted me as I reached them. Jonathan was at the far end, his loud laugh cutting through the chatter, standing with two girls who looked like they’d stepped out of a magazine. I shoved my hands in my jeans pockets, my black t-shirt loose but sticking to my back from the evening heat outside, and made my way over.
Jonathan spotted me before I got halfway, his face splitting into a grin as he waved me over. "Hey, my man Ezra!" he called, his voice booming.
"Good evening," I said, stepping up and clapping my hand against his in our usual handshake, my smile easy despite the weight of the day. "How’s it going?"
"All good, man," he said, leaning back, his beach vibe shirt open. "Set with new clients for today. Big night."
"Ohh, I see," I said, nodding, my eyes flicking to the two girls lounging against a crate, their drinks glinting in the neon light. They were watching me.
Jonathan gestured toward them."Meet the two beauties of the night—Kalina and Raya."
The girls lit up, turning to me with matching smiles.
"Hello, Ezra!" they said in unison, waving like we were old friends. Kalina, the one on the left, wore a silver one-piece dress that hugged her tight, one shoulder bare, the other held up by a single string. The neckline plunged low, showing off her cleavage, and her smooth thighs caught the light, her high heels clicking as she shifted her weight.
Raya, next to her, was all fire in a red dress with a cut-out window over her boobs, paired with shredded denim shorts so short her ass cheeks peeked out. Her long boots stretched up her calves, and she twirled a strand of dark hair, her eyes locked on me.