The Massage Palace - Episode 15

 The Massage Palace - Episode 15

The morning after the Senator’s visit, the loft smelled of expensive scotch and sex, but the atmosphere was brittle. KENDRA sat at the desk, counting stacks of cash with the glee of a warlord. She had already booked three more high-profile clients for the week, bypassing MALIK’s approval entirely.

"We need to expand," she announced, not looking up. "More staff. I’ve already interviewed a girl for tonight. She used to work at the viper pit."

"No," Malik said, his voice sharp. "We agreed. Only us. We control the product."

Kendra laughed, a cold, dismissive sound. "That was before we tasted real power, Malik. We can't be the only ones on the menu. It’s bad business."

Lia stood by the window, looking out at the street, her arms wrapped around herself. "Something feels wrong. The Senator knew too much about us. He knew about the alley fight with Damian."

Malik froze. "What?"

"He mentioned it," Lia said, turning to face them. "He said he admired how you handled yourself at the docks. How you threw Damian into the water."

Malik’s blood ran cold. Only three people knew about that detail: himself, Kendra, and Damian. He looked at Kendra, whose smile had frozen on her face.

"You told him?" Malik asked, his voice deadly quiet.

"I might have mentioned it," Kendra said, defensive. "It establishes our reputation. It shows we’re survivors."

"It shows we’re vulnerable," Malik snapped. "If Damian is still talking, he’s not just hiding in the suburbs. He’s plotting."

"And if he's talking," Lia added softly, "he has someone on the inside."

Malik’s phone buzzed on the desk. An unknown number. He answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Malik," came the voice, distorted but unmistakably DAMIAN. "Congratulations on the new venture. The Senator was very impressed with your… hospitality."

"You’re dead," Malik growled. "You stay away from us."

"I can't do that," Damian said smoothly. "You see, I invested in your success. But you’re getting greedy, Kendra. Hiring new staff? That dilutes the brand."

There was a click, and then a new voice came on the line. It was SASHA.

"I'm sorry, Malik," Sasha said, her voice trembling. "He… he promised to clear my debts. I told him about the schedules. I told him about the Senator."

Malik slammed his fist onto the desk. "You sold us out?"

"I had no choice!" Sasha cried.

Kendra’s face twisted in fury. "That little b!tch. I’ll kill her."

"No," Malik said, his mind racing. "We use her. Damian thinks he has the advantage. He thinks he knows our moves."

"We can't trust Sasha," Lia said. "If she betrayed you once, she’ll do it again."

"We don't trust her," Malik corrected. "We feed her."

He walked over to Kendra, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. "We give Sasha a tip. A fake location for tonight's 'new girl.' We tell her the Senator is moving the session to a warehouse by the river."

Kendra’s eyes lit up. "A trap."

"And when Damian shows up to raid it," Malik said, "we’ll be waiting. But first," he turned to Lia, his gaze softening, "we need to clear our heads. We need to remember who we are."

He pulled Lia into his arms, kissing her deeply. Kendra stepped up behind Lia, pressing her body against her back.

"We are the kings and queens of this city," Kendra whispered in Lia's ear. "And tonight, we remind everyone why."

Malik undid his belt, his need urgent and violent. "Take this off. Now."

Teaser for Episode 16:

The trap is set at the warehouse, but Damian is smarter than they predicted. He brings the police instead of going himself. Malik and his team are cornered, forced to choose between arrest and a violent shootout. A sacrifice is made that changes the dynamic of the trio forever.

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