Don: The Blood Chains-Chapter 24: Not today.

That was the moment Joseph froze down even more, especially when he had no interaction with a woman in ten fucking years and not even before that, and now in front of him stood six beautiful women same age as him with maid dresses on them welcoming him... it was heaven itself for him and unbelievable.

From a concrete cell to a palace with maids... just wow.

But the thing is that they too had their heads bowed down as soon as they welcomed him... yeah, to his disappointment, they weren’t like welcoming prostitutes dressed up in maid dresses.

"They are special housekeepers." Pablo gestured toward them.

"Nice to meet all of you..."

They said nothing back. For a moment, it was an embarrassing silence as he was looking at them, and he noticed a thing that was kinda strange.

They were shaking. Not a lot, but he could notice their arms and legs shaking, like they were scared of something or someone. Well, it was obvious who they were scared of, but it was also the fact that he was still covered in blood and by the scent of it, which he didn’t really care about, to be true.

But for them, it was like even more reason to not look up at him or say anything.

"What do you mean by special?" He asked Pablo to break the silence and also was curious about it... maybe there was some hope that the "special" meant something juice.

"Everybody you see and will see in the house, all of them are trained."

"Trained?"

"Yeah, they are all trained to protect you and kill whoever wants to harm you."

Yeah he knew it was just false hopes thinking that his day will be made by these womens and Pablo kinda noticed it.

"Well, let’s eat, shall we?"

"Yeah, let’s eat." As Joseph said it suddenly all of them turned to the right and marched toward the dining area and Pablo gestured after them and as Joseph walked after them his eyes once again lit up, even more then seeing the maid custom.

In front of him was a giant wooden table fully packed with food and his whole mouth was already feeling the food without even tasting it, and the smell of it just pushed down the blood scent in his nose.

There was everything, steaks, seafood, rice, soups, everything that he thought about in the ten years.

He didn’t wait even a second. He straight jumped in it, without even using any utensils.

His hand dug up into the rice without any thought. It was food, real food, not the bread and water that he lived on for ten years. So like a pig, he literally in that moment went for the rice then to the shrimps then back to the rice, then to the steak.

He was mixing everything together and it was just... unbelievably good. The taste exploded in his tongue like he was having sex with the food. It was a spice bomb, a feeling that he long forgotten, all the taste, all the spice, the juice, everything was mixing together and he was enjoying every single bit of it.

And while he was doing all that, all the housekeepers were there with Pablo, just looking straight at him and for a first meeting, it was crazy to say the least.

He was destroying everything on the table with his bare hands, like he was a caveman... well, he was one, but still, they were kinda even more scared by it, because they already imagined something about him from the information Pablo and the others said to them about Joseph.

Of course, Pablo added to the story, exaggerating how terrifying, feared, and influential Joseph is. Saying that even one bad look from him could lead to torture. He went overboard with it, but at least because of that, Joseph gained more respect, even if it was respect born from fear.

But in their minds, with all that information about him, they expected someone formal, well mannered with the kind of attitude rich and powerful people often have. Someone who radiated superiority, someone noble and intimidating a man they should fear.

No doubt he had an aura around him, but it wasn’t what they had imagined. He looked more like a madman with his long, unkempt hair and beard, and all that blood.

"Ohh, I’m sorry..." Joseph suddenly said as he got back to his senses.

"As you like it." Pablo said, smiling at him while he finally sat down.

From there, everything just seemed more big and more like he was a king or a royal one. Those personal workers of his sitting on the side with Pablo, their heads once again bowed down, and he just sits there and eats... yeah, it wasn’t him, he wasn’t no king.

"Let’s eat together, sit down everybody..." He said as he reached out for the fork already eyeing a big steak, but nobody moved even Pablo stood still. "I said sit down and eat with me, should I repeat it again?"

In fact, he didn’t need to say it twice because it sounded like a threat, so they all sat down at the table, and that was it. They didn’t move.

"Should I allow you to eat too, or what is happening?" Now he was starting to get frustrated and angry about the fact that... what the fuck was happening?

It was like he was hallucinating or something, because they were clearly in 2018, not in some royal era where servants weren’t allowed to eat, even when the entire fucking table was packed with food clearly meant for more than one person.

"This is... too expensive for us to touch, sir" One of the women spoke, the one with beautiful snow white skin and long black hair.

"Expensive?" Joseph asked back immediately.

"Yes, it’s all top of the line quality ingredients and—"

"So what?" Joseph interrupted her."I mean, do y’all think I can eat it all alone or what?"

"No sir." Now another joined in. "But we all know our place, sir."

"Place? Are y’all slaves or what?"

Nothing. None spoke a single thing, which just stunned Joseph even more because they really thought they were under him... but the truth is, they’re all humans. Money doesn’t rank you higher than others because at the end of it, everybody goes into the same dirt.

"Where are y’all right now?" He asked the question.

"We are at your house, sir. The house of Don Cassian." Now the first one spoke again.

Exactly... so eat, before I decide not to have a single housekeeper."

"Well, I’ll eat, that’s for sure." Pablo said, and without a second thought, he started slicing up the steak in front of him, while one of the housekeepers stood up and quickly ran toward the kitchen and came back with plates in her hand and with a faint smile on her face.

And that was it, finally all of them started eating, at least 5 of them because the sixth was praying before touching the food.

"Are you a believer?" Joseph asked as fast as she finished the praying.

"Yes, I am, sir." She said, but still didn’t look at him.

"First, there is no ’sir,’ I am only 28 and my name is Joseph. Second, look at me when talking because it is disrespectful."

"I am a believer, Joseph." She said as she finally looked at him, and they were locked at each other for different reasons.

Joseph was mesmerized by her eyes and how gorgeous she was, while she was scared because Joseph truly looked like a madman with that hair and beard, with the blood, and those big open eyes that were screaming how much suffering he went through.

"Do you?" Pablo spoke, interrupting their little time.

"I used to be... but things happened. Are you?" As he asked, Pablo shook his head.

"I saw many terrifying things and did many that I refuse to believe."

It was clear to Joseph what he was referring to, as well as he could imagine what he went through, what he saw and did, to others.

"We will be fucked anyway, but let’s talk about that foundation you talked about before I go take a long shower and sleep. What and who we are?" Joseph asked as he chewed, but it was taking a longer time than he thought. There wasn’t an answer from Pablo, and as he looked at him, he was stressing the fuck out.

Like visibly, his hand was shaking a bit, but he put on a fake smile.

"So...?"

"Who we are and what we are... well, we are broke."

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