Chapter 45
When Jerome arrived at the Brothel, he went into room six and found a guy using a belt on her. He got pissed, picked up the jar of wine beside him, and slammed it on his head.
"Get out!!!" He roared. Jerome wasn't a member of the Rising Sun Pack, but the soldier feared him and scurried out of the room.
He went to the bed, staring at the marks on her back. He felt very displeased and wished that he had been here on time to save her.
"Why did he do this to you?"
"He paid me to endure through the pain. It's not what you should have stopped."
"They pay to hit you."
"Either way I'm getting paid. That's why I'm here isn't it?"
"So what are you saying? You love this life?" Jerome hissed hating that she was even happy at what was happening.
"I thought she was being molested, didn't know she was paid to endure his torture. This is weird and unreal." Jerome sighed softly as he picked up her dress.
"This is yours, I suggest you wear it."
