“And?” I asked tiredly.
“Well, you know how I told you that I couldn’t send you to Luuk? I think that’s our best shot at this point. I only said it in front of Betje, because I’m sure he’s had a few things to say about the great Lieve and she wouldn’t be able to deal with my sending you. Truthfully speaking, if you want Minikin back, you’re going to have to go get her.”
“Fine. Just tell m
e where to go and when I can leave,” I said getting to my feet.
“Wait,” he said seriously, holding a hand up. “I don’t think you’re mentally ready for this yet. I’m going to have to figure out how to prepare you for this, Lieve.”
“For the last goddamn time; my fucking name is Amity and you promised you’d call me that when we were alone,” I replied letting my breath out impatiently.
Kerstan got to his feet and came over to where I was standing looking like an angrily little girl. Okay, so maybe I was behaving like a spoiled brat, but the perk of going to get Minnie alone would be that he wouldn’t be able to make me hold up most of the bargain we’d struck. He didn’t do all the dirty work. Now it would be up to me.
Seven
Luuk
I was standing on the balcony of my bedroom looking out into the dark pink skyline. How Kerstan had made it past the front gate to get onto my property was something that I would make everyone answer to. I wasn’t given notice that he would be here and he had not only seriously injured my most expensive whore, he had trespassed into my home like it was my own. I know that it seemed as if though Famke were dead, but he didn’t kill her. The angle at which he dislocated her shoulder made the others believe that she was dead and I let them think so while she recovered in my room.
To them Famke was dead and Kerstan was a monster, which is exactly what I wanted. They would do anything they could to avenge their fallen “sister” and I would put their anger and hurt to good use.
“Luuk?” Famke asked in a tired voice from my bed.
“What?” I barked.
“Nothing,” she replied in a small voice.
I turned slightly and glanced at her over my shoulder. She was sitting up now and looking longingly at the bedroom door. I knew she wanted to leave and I knew she wanted to let the other girls know she was okay, but that would foil my plan.
Famke would just have to stay dead a little while longer.
I sighed and looked out over the skyline again. Somewhere out there was the real reason I was in Amsterdam. Somewhere out there was the only reason I had taken on this facade of owing a house. Somewhere ...
“I wasn’t always this angry,” I grumbled to the dusk sky.
“I didn’t believe that you could be,” she replied softly.
I huffed and gripped the railing tightly. I wondered how long Kerstan was going to keep testing my patience. I wondered how long he would keep from me the one thing we had bargained so furiously on. I wondered a lot of things lately, but I wondered most of all if forgiveness was possible.
I know it sounds odd to think of, because what could I possibly need forgiveness on? Many things. Many, many things that haven’t yet been brought to light.
“Luuk, when will I be allowed to leave your room?” Famke asked quietly.
“When I say you can. For now you need to heal and I need time to think,” I replied.
“Think of what?” she asked curiously.
“Many, many things.”
***
Amity
I was getting sick and tired of Kerstan speaking in code so I decided to stay in his parlor when he left. I decided that if I did some snooping, I’d figure out what the fuck was going on as opposed to waiting and finding out. I hated surprises with an unbridled passion. I had good reason though, the last time I was “surprised” I wound up out on the street and being dragged to Amsterdam.
I can’t say that my life completely sucked. I mean because I was such a good lay, I was able to get some perks out of my pimp and he hadn’t hit me in a really long time since before Famke showed up. Honestly, I think that Kerstan was starting to develop a little crush on me ever since I fucked him but it only happened that one time and that was the “thing” he kept asking me to do for favors. He told me that he had had many whores in his house and only fucked a few and I was definitely his favorite.
Because I knew I had this power over him, I kept my pussy away from him at all costs. I knew that eventually I’d let him in again, but only when I had no other option to get what I wanted.