Catch The Evil Brothers: Prospects, #2

PROLOGUE

Alec and George Savvas both hail from Clayton, California, a town situated just north of San Francisco in the Bay Area. Alec is the elder sibling and possesses both striking good looks and exceptional intelligence, although both brothers earned their business degrees from Stanford University.

After their parents died in a car wreck, George stayed at the family farm to raise sheep, as his father had done, while Alec moved into the city to emulate his mother’s work as a business advisor and trader. He is very successful and his advice is sought worldwide, after word-of-mouth recommendations.

Both brothers are introverted and prefer spending time together instead of with others. However, George is currently engaged to be married while Alec is known for his promiscuous behavior with women.

His exceptional good looks, intelligence, and wealth make him irresistible to the most stunning girls. This has always been a source of envy for his younger brother. George is by no means ugly, but during his college days he resorted to rape when he was mocked by a pretty girl. He found that he enjoyed the control that it gave him, and so it became his dark and twisted secret.

Alec harbored a dark secret of his own that he had never shared with anyone. He often dreamed about murdering a woman, simply to prevent her from being with another man after him. However, he knew it had to be done under the perfect circumstances to avoid any suspicion or investigation.

Whenever he started dating someone, he would secretly follow her around, disguising himself as a homeless person to observe her true character. He looked on these women as prospects to kill. When he felt the time was right, he would take the women to the family farm, but he struggled to find the courage to kill.

Finally, one day he did. He had meticulously planned every detail, from the choice of drugs to the type of knife and even a plastic sheet to contain the body. But as he drove the knife into the beautiful woman’s chest, he felt nothing but disgust. The blood staining his skin and clothes made him cringe. He didn’t regret his actions, only the mess it left behind.

Alec was prepared to turn himself in to the authorities and accept the consequences of his actions after the disastrous event. Just as he was about to make the call, George returned home. George had acquired skills in butchering sheep and had bought an incinerator for disposing of carcasses, making it no shock to him when he saw the lifeless body. He reassured his brother that he would handle it and told him that if he ever needed to dispose of another woman, all he had to do was leave her unconscious and sedated.

George’s offer to help had an ulterior motive, driven by his own twisted desire to have complete control over a beautiful woman and inflict terror upon her. It was the perfect scenario for both brothers.

Despite the fact that the women Alec brought to his farm had few friends and no family nearby, they were eventually reported missing. Detective Lorena Garcia was assigned to the case and she suspected foul play. She identified Alec as a suspect but was frustrated by the lack of evidence to support her suspicions.

Facing mounting police pressure against them, Alec and George Savvas had no choice but to flee San Francisco to avoid being arrested for their numerous murders. Despite a lack of physical proof, they knew it was only a matter of time before the circumstantial evidence would catch up to them.

Using different identities to avoid being tracked, the brothers travelled far and wide. Eventually, they settled into their new homes in Argentina. George bought a winery while his suave and affluent older brother Alec enjoys a life of luxury in Buenos Aires, as a business advisor to clients all around the world. Despite Alec’s charm and wealth attracting the most beautiful women, George often goes unnoticed due to his less refined looks and behavior. He does dress better than he used to, but he is still in the shadow of his older and more handsome brother.

In this sequel to Prospects, we check in with the Savvas brothers as they lead peaceful lives in Argentina, free from any further criminal activity since leaving the Bay Area. Since leaving the San Francisco area, George has discovered the world of BDSM, where his intensity and underlying darkness are seen as assets rather than liabilities. For the first time in his life, he feels truly accepted and understood. The controlled environment of the dungeons allows him to channel his violent urges into consensual play, giving him a sense of power and control he’d only experienced when he had defenseless women at his mercy.

Meanwhile, Alec’s charm and wealth continue to open doors, both in business and in the bedroom. He has cultivated a network of influential clients and beautiful lovers, always careful to keep his true nature hidden beneath a veneer of sophistication. He misses the old days of stealthily watching the women he wants to make disappear, but he enjoys his life in Buenos Aires. He understands that he is sexually attractive to women, and he makes the most of it, not caring in the least if the women are in relationships. Married women are his favorite conquest these days - the forbidden fruit that reminds him of darker and dangerous times.

George had initially intended to marry before he left San Francisco, but ultimately remains single. In contrast, Alec has never seriously entertained the idea of marriage, though he enjoys the affection his partners show him. He simply cannot commit to one person and lacks any paternal urges. While he knows about George’s involvement in BDSM, it holds no appeal for him personally, though he does not judge it. Despite living in different places miles away from each other, the brothers make a point to attend sports events together and have a close relationship without any other family members present. Thanks to inheritance from their late parents, various properties, and Alec’s successful business ventures, the brothers are extremely affluent. They manage all of their assets through an offshore management company and have multiple identities, allowing them to move around quickly and discreetly. Being constantly aware of the search for them, they take every precaution to avoid being caught. With the resources at their disposal, they can disappear at the slightest hint of a problem.

Detective Garcia hasn’t forgotten the brothers, and with assistance from the brother of one of the victims, she keeps an eye open for any news. Now promoted to the rank of Inspector, she is determined to catch the evil brothers one day and bring justice to the grieving families.

CHAPTER 1

George’s pulse hammered in his ears, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the chaos erupting within him. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fought to steady his breathing, to quell the nauseating swirl of panic that threatened to consume him whole. The walls of the room seemed to press closer, the air thick with the gravity of what had just transpired.

The encounter itself had been a heady blend of control and exhilaration, the kind of primal dance George craved and found satisfaction in. He remembered the way his heart had raced with dark anticipation as Maria Rosa walked through the door, her presence commanding yet laced with an intoxicating vulnerability.

She was a gorgeous woman, her blonde locks cascading down her shoulders, with a body that could rival that of a lingerie model. She was the epitome of beauty and sensuality, which made it surprising that she enjoyed being hurt during sexual encounters.

With every knot he tied, every deliberate caress of leather against skin, George felt the power coursing through him, feeding the twisted desires that lurked beneath his unassuming exterior. The crack of the whip, the sharp gasps that punctuated the silence, the scent of sweat and fear mingling in the charged air- it was a symphony of sensation, a dark ritual that left him feeling both dominant and utterly consumed by his own savage needs.

The room had been transformed into a tableau of forbidden desires unleashed, the stark contrast of black restraints against pale flesh, the gleaming metal of the cuffs catching the dim light as they clinked together with every movement. And Maria Rosa, she had met each moment with a fervor that matched his own, her eyes alight with the fire of someone who walked willingly into the abyss and reveled in its depths.

But as the intensity crested, as George wielded his power with a precision borne of years indulging in the shadowy corners of his psyche, he hadn’t seen it coming- the shift from thrilling to terrifyingly real. The signs were subtle at first, lost in the throes of their shared carnal ballet, until the pounding of his heart had drowned out everything else, leaving him alone in the aftermath of a scene gone terribly wrong.

Now, with the rush of adrenaline ebbing away, leaving behind only tremors of dread, George Savvas faced the reality of his actions - a reality that threatened to unravel everything.

Time slowed to a crawl for George as he knelt beside Maria Rosa, the scent of sweat, perfume, and body deodorant, still hanging in the air. His hands hovered over her chest, trembling as they searched for the rise and fall that would signal life. But there was nothing - just an eerie stillness that seemed to mock his frantic pulse.

Maria Rosa? he whispered, his voice barely carrying across the room. No response. He pressed his ear against her parted lips, praying for even the faintest hint of breath. Silence filled the space where her vitality should have been, and with it came the crushing weight of realization.

She was unresponsive. Not breathing.

Panic clawed at his insides, raking through his composure with merciless talons. His mind raced, images and thoughts colliding - Alec’s cold instructions on ‘handling situations,’ his own dark impulses, the smiling face of Maria Rosa before this twisted dance began. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Come on, breathe, he urged, his voice laced with desperation. When she didn’t stir, the room spun around him, a vortex of fear and disbelief. With shaking hands, he reached for her neck, searching for a pulse - a sign, any sign that this nightmare hadn’t just become reality. There was nothing.

„Damn it!" George’s exclamation was a growl, fueled by terror and guilt. He needed Alec. Now!

His gaze swept the disheveled room, and he spotted his phone lying innocently atop a nearby dresser. He lurched toward it, his movements erratic, like a puppet jerked by unseen strings. The device felt alien in his sweaty grasp, slipping almost from his fingers as he fumbled to unlock it.

George? Alec’s voice, cool and composed, was a stark contrast to the cacophony of dread in George’s head. It was a voice that promised control, a voice accustomed to cleaning up messes far worse than spilled wine.

"Something’s wrong. She’s not—» George couldn’t finish. His throat constricted around the words, as if saying them out loud would cement the horror into existence.

George, breathe. What happened? Alec’s words were a silken thread in the murky waters of George’s mind.

George clutched the phone to his ear, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew what came next - the meticulous planning, the need for precision and calmness. But as he kneeled there, the chilling stillness of Maria Rosa, a haunting presence beside him, all he could feel was the terrifying spiral of his world as it threatened to come crashing down around him.

Yet this was unlike George. He’d taken lives before in the Bay Area of San Francisco, and it hadn’t bothered him in the slightest.

She... I can’t - she stopped breathing, George gasped into the phone, his voice a shattered whisper of fear.

Who is she? Is she breathing now, George? Did you check her pulse? Where are you? Alec’s tone was steady, betraying none of the urgency that pulsed through George’s veins. No. No pulse. It was just supposed to be a game, Alec! A damn game! I met her online and she came over to the winery. George’s breath hitched, his words tumbling out in a frenzied rush.

Remember San Francisco, George? We’ve been through worse. You need to focus. We have contingencies for this. The calm assurance in Alec’s voice was almost hypnotic, a balm to the storm raging inside George.

Contingencies. The word echoed in George’s head, a lifeline back to a time when another chaos had erupted and they’d emerged unscathed - the escape from San Francisco, their orchestrated disappearance into the night.

Exactly. Just like before. Clean and precise. Stay with me, brother. Alec’s command was soft but insistent, an anchor in the swirling panic.

George whispered, desperate for Alec’s guidance in this moment of chaos. Okay, I hear you.

First things first. Can we make it look like an accident if the police get involved? Alec inquired.

It might be hard because I’ve strangled her, George gasped. She was supposed to let me know when it became too much, but she didn’t.

Does she come from a powerful family? Alec wasn’t well-versed in the sexual activities his brother engaged in, but he knew that wealthy families tended to attract more attention from the authorities.

George’s mind raced, trying to recall any details about Maria Rosa’s background. I... I think so. She mentioned something about her father being in politics. Shit, Alec, this is bad.

Calm down, Alec’s voice was steady, a stark contrast to George’s panic. We need to move quickly. Is there any evidence linking her to you?

George glanced around the room, his eyes falling on Maria Rosa’s purse and phone. Her things are here. And there’s... there’s evidence of what we were doing.

Listen carefully, Alec’s tone sharpened. You need to remove all traces of her visit. Pack up anything she brought, any toys or equipment you used. We’ll dispose of it later. Wipe down surfaces for fingerprints. Use bleach on any bodily fluids.

Got it, George replied, calming down.

Leave the place as anonymous as possible. No traces. No memories, Alec continued. The GPS on her phone and in her car will show that she went to your winery, but that can’t be avoided. So we need to create another destination. Keep her phone and her purse with you, but take her car, with her in the trunk.

What do you want me to do with them? George asked, rehearsing each step as though it were a twisted script he’d been forced to learn. His mind spun with fear and guilt, the weight of his actions crushing him from within. His despair came from the belief that he’d really let his brother down. Alec loved his new life in Argentina, as George did, but now he’d ruined it.

Head to a rough part of Palermo, and wear gloves and a large hat. When you find a quiet spot, text whoever she spoke to last on her phone, saying you are meeting someone, but won’t be long. Take the cash out of her purse, but then dump everything else in a trash can. You need to make it look like she was robbed and killed.

I understand, but don’t you think I should just call the police and explain it was an accident? The words were barely a whisper.

They could believe you, George, but you might still be looking at a manslaughter charge. We can’t risk you going to prison here. It’s better we both leave, and if we hear that you are free from suspicion, then we can always return. It’s all okay, George. So do you know what to do now?

Yes I do.

Good. Keep your head down and then dispose of the hat and gloves some distance away from her car and get a cab. I’ll meet you at the airport. And George? Alec’s voice took on a firmer edge, Act normal. Any hint of panic, and we’re done. We blend in, we disappear, just like we did when we left San Francisco. I’ll handle the rest from here. Just follow my instructions to the letter.

With his brother’s reassurance, he began to prepare for their departure from Argentina, but George struggled to redress Maria Rosa’s lifeless form, his hands shaking as he worked.

The leather corset and thigh-high boots she had changed into for their encounter now seemed like a cruel mockery of the passion they had shared. With each tug and adjustment, memories of their frenzied encounter flashed through his mind, intensifying his guilt and fear.

Finally, he managed to get her back into her original jeans and T-shirt, erasing any obvious signs of their illicit rendezvous. He gathered her belongings, methodically wiping down surfaces as Alec had instructed. The room that had been a playground of dark desires now felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of what he’d done.

With a deep breath, George hoisted Maria Rosa’s body over his shoulder, staggering slightly under the dead weight. He made his way to her car, constantly scanning for any witnesses.

Beforehand, he had checked outside and ensured that there were no unwanted visitors. With the trunk of her car open, he gently placed her inside before closing it firmly, taking care not to leave any fingerprints behind.

Before they had left San Francisco, Alec had emphasized the importance of having an escape plan which was basically a bag they could grab at a moment’s notice, that held anything important to them. They had done the same thing in Argentina, so George didn’t have to run around finding things. Being rich, they didn’t have to worry about material items they could replace, but George did have some toiletries and a change of clothing already in his bag.

As he zipped it closed, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of apprehension mingled with excitement for this next adventure.

After taking a good look around the bathroom that Maria Rosa had used, the basement, and his living space, George locked up and took a good look around at his winery. There were no tears, but there was a little sadness.

He had managed to find some gloves and a large floppy hat that belonged to one of his employees in their staff room, so after making sure he had all of Maria Rosa’s belongings, some in the trunk and some beside his own bag on the front passenger seat, he drove her car away from the winery.

George drove calmly and at the speed limit to a run-down part of Palermo, where the Mercedes certainly seemed out of place. Finding a very quiet street, he grabbed his bag and Maria Rosa’s purse and left the unlocked car where it was, along with the car keys on the seat. He had already taken all the cash from her wallet, which was inside her purse, so after a few blocks he saw a dumpster down a side street and threw it in. After a few more blocks, he also disposed of his hat and gloves in a trash can, and then hailed a cab to the airport.

Unbeknownst to the Savvas brothers, a pair of dogged detectives was about to get on their trail, their every move being tracked by a woman with a personal vendetta against them. And she would stop at nothing to bring them to justice for the lives they’d so callously taken.

CHAPTER 2

As Alec made his calls, mainly to his property manager company, the concierge at his apartment building, and to cancel his appointments, he reflected on his time in Argentina. He really enjoyed Buenos Aires and the life he lived. It was an area of four seasons, with the summer coming in December, January, and February.

During the hot summers, he and George would escape and go skiing, usually to the Italian or French Alps. In July and August, they would go to the Las Lenas Ski Resort, near to San Rafael airport in Argentina.

Closer to home at his penthouse on the Avenida Del Mayo, he enjoyed shopping in La Recoleta, the Sunday antique markets, and all the restaurants and museums.

Alec sighed, a mix of nostalgia and anticipation coursing through him. He’d miss the vibrant energy of Buenos Aires, the tango-filled nights, and the exquisite wines. But a part of him was thrilled at the prospect of a new hunting ground.

Alec had fallen in love with the food in Buenos Aires. He couldn’t resist the succulent and flavorful Argentinian beef, cooked to perfection on a traditional parrilla grill. He’d often find himself at local parrillas, indulging in the country’s famous steak and accompanying it with a glass (or two) of Malbec. Including the wine from George’s winery.

But he also enjoyed exploring the city’s diverse international cuisines. The German beer houses were a favorite, where he could indulge in hearty sausages and steins of cold beer. And the Greek delicacies reminded him of his mother’s cooking, filling him with warmth and nostalgia.

But it wasn’t just about savory dishes for Alec. He had a sweet tooth that led him to discover the many French patisseries scattered throughout the city. The delicate pastries and desserts always left him wanting more.

And of course, there were many Italian restaurants to choose from, offering mouthwatering pasta dishes and wood-fired pizzas.

As Alec prepared to leave Buenos Aires, he couldn’t help but reflect on the many museums he had during his time there. The city was filled with an abundance of art and cultural institutions, and he had taken full advantage of them.

Not only did these museums satisfy his appreciation for art, but they also introduced him to many fine Latina women. Alec found that women in Argentina were particularly drawn to men who appreciated their culture and history.

He remembered one particular encounter at the Latin American Art Museum, where he struck up a conversation with a beautiful young woman as they both admired the vibrant paintings of Diego Rivera. They ended up spending the whole afternoon together, exchanging stories about their travels and passions for art.

In San Francisco, Alec had found that going to bookstores and museums were great places to meet women. Often, the women were alone, bored with their lives, and just passing time. A very handsome man saying hello to them was just what they needed.

He chuckled to himself at how easy it was for him to strike up conversations with women in these settings. His charming demeanor and genuine interest in their interests always seemed to win them over.

But it wasn’t just about meeting women for Alec. The museums in Buenos Aires gave him a deeper understanding of Argentine history and culture. He learned about the country’s tumultuous past through exhibits on Eva Perón and its turbulent political landscape.

He also discovered new artists whose work spoke