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Excerpt
"We need to postpone the marriage." My words echo through the cavernous space, sounding harsher than I intended. The yellow flames from the candles reflect in River's eyes and a tear slides down her cheek. It's like when you're passing a car wreck; I don't want to look, but I can't stop myself. My bedroom is the quietest room in The Palace, which is the reason I brought River here. Everywhere else in the house is frenzied and boisterous with my employees getting ready for work. They live here with me and that's the way it's always been, and it seems it's going to remain that way.
River's shoulders slump. "I can't believe you're doing this, Cruz." She collapses onto my throne, carved from ebony. I purchased the piece at auction. It was a steal. In the past you had to come from royalty to sit on one or kill someone who did. Most people today don't feel comfortable sitting on one unless it’s in jest. You need a large ego to do it, which suits me fine. No one sits on it but me. River realizes she's made a mistake and gets up quickly. Her face crumples. "Why must we?"
"I thought I could, but I can't. I've lived in The Palace since I was twelve and—"
River staggers toward me. "You promised. You said we'd be a family. You're going back on your word." Her forehead wrinkles.
"I can't give up a business I'm good at it. I've done it a long time and—"
"You have Monsters now. It's a nightclub, and it's legal, not against the law like…" But she holds the rest of her words, while holding her hands at the same time. She doesn't call it a whorehouse, a brothel, or any of the other nasty names people use to describe what I do.
"Be realistic, River. Monsters doesn't come close to earning enough money. It’s just another Chicago nightclub. I make ten times the amount in receivables in a single day with The Palace. I'm sorry, River, but I can't give it up, or any of the others…yet. I've got too much overhead."
"But maybe someone else can run it and—"
"I can't; no one else can manage the women."
"When will you be ready to marry and give up the brothel?" River twists her engagement ring. The smell of burning sage is the only thing keeping me strong. I want to take back my words before I say them. Do anything to stop what's coming. But it has to be done. I need to make her go. I'd said several chants to build my strength earlier, but it won't protect us from what will happen when I say these next three words.
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