As Quinn continued her story, it actually made sense that the Garcia Family was the one who handled the "op" before—in regards to which Family was involved with Pops—because not only did they deal in organs and copious amounts of narcotics, but they also deal actual people because Jonathan's "daughter", Allie, and the card she handed over to me were a few examples.
However, since their dealings were allegedly "cut off", as Quinn stated, years before we discovered Pops little basement, the people they were dealing with right now must've been the next destination Tracy, Malachi, and his crew went next.
I haven't talked to them in a good while but I just hope that that didn't mean they actually failed.
Because to be completely honest, a group of college kids trying to topple an organization—heck, even one family head's rule was next to impossible. They could do some damage, sure, but it was the same thing over again when Artem and his group wanted to drive back to where they got Alexander and take revenge.
I just wished they could've told me where they were going next so I could be of help.
'They might even doubt my allegiances with my current connections now too...'
Additionally, they could slowly chip their forces down—at least that's what I would do if I were in their shoes—but not only was that extremely dangerous, but they were also threading a very thin line and one mistake would make them wish for a swift death.
But yeah, never did I think that the two who I assumed were the most docile or demure among the family heads would be the most fucked up ones by a large margin. Granted the Castillos were hiding some pretty dark shit too, but if we were talking about how much suffering a person would go through, the Garcia Family takes the fucking cake.
Simply put, murdering someone—even though still a sin—unless tortured beforehand would just make their loved ones suffer emotionally from the tragic fate they received but turning someone into a "Doll" for pleasure and then making money out of them was a whole fucking special place in the deepest parts of hell.
It was just living a nightmare until they died because no life should belong to another person but theirs.
I've taken some in my lifetime, sure, but it was a different case because it's either life or death or those bastards definitely deserved it.
"Yeah. We started right when we turned 18 and Mr. Cuervo wouldn't let us join unless we provided some of our IDs and stuff and we got checked by his personal doctors."
Marisha interjected, "I think there's more to it than that. Please, enlighten us."
The twins looked at each other before Riri answered:
"Sure. Not everyone in the Pink House was at the proper age to do sex work but it was much, much better than trying to do it in the streets, for lack of a better term."
And Ruru added, "Our professions might not be that much compared to yours but it's the only way we could've lived. It's either we do it for money or every single man who catches a glimpse of us would just have their way without so much as a thank you—"
Marisha cut them off, "I'm not saying that you're less of a person doing sex work— We do have the same type of thing going on in this place but it's heavily regulated and each person partaking would be carefully checked—"
Riri exclaimed, "We are too! We're not that careless and dumb!"
"Again, I mean no offense and I didn't say that in any shape or form—"
Ruru then followed with a frown, "Then what's with this line of questioning?! Are we just talking or is this an interrogation?!"
I tried to cut in, "Alright, if everyone could just calm down—"
But everyone exclaimed, "WE ARE CALM!"