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The genetic mutation that runs through the Luisi family makes their kidneys fail after twenty or so years, dialysis technology keeping them alive for longer than in the past, which means there’s more demand for new kidneys. No one wants to be tethered to a dialysis machine, even billionaires who can set up their own hospitals, complete with on-staff surgeons and nurses, for minimal life disruption.
That’s not enough.
They want more.
They want forever.
Why not? They buy everything else.
But you know what you can’t buy directly, through established, legitimate channels?
That’s right.
Organs.
Billionaires like these guys have donated millions to fund hospital wings. They buy entire healthcare centers as part of a portfolio. They do whatever it takes to live longer, but sometimes, even the uber-rich hit an immutable law.
No one’s allowed to buy organs.
So they settle for black market products.
The problem is, do you want to buy a kidney from some dude carrying a cooler full of them? No way. Same with billionaires. When you’re rich and entitled, you want everything exactly your way, and it has to be the best.
Not phenomenal.
The best.
How do you produce a pristine heart? Clean uteruses? Pure kidneys?
You create a cult, apparently.
You control everything the women see, feel, and hear. Every minute they exercise. Every bite of food they eat. You keep them separate. Isolate them from infection.
Researchers have recently discovered the reason for the organ failure in these billionaire bloodlines: telomere shortening. The longer our telomeres, the longer we live.
The Luisi family, to put it bluntly, got the short end of the telomere stick.
But a few kidney matches, some bone marrow, and generations of the right babies to provide plenty of tissue matches, and they live in their sick little perfect billionaire paradise.
These girls, trained from their tween years, grow into beautiful, healthy young women. They've been told that at twenty-five, some ancient prophecy bullshit makes them “ready.”
Ready for what? We don't know. Not yet. No one's gathered enough intel on how the weird fake cult these billionaires have created really works.
Just that the women aren’t gods.
They are goods.
Now two more billionaire dynasties are getting into the whole “government officials don’t want you to know about this one organ harvesting trick” project. When one billionaire family wants something, they get it.
When two or more want the same thing?
That’s war.
“Cam?” Debbie snaps her fingers in my face. “Hello?”
“Just thinking about a car that cut me off on the way here.”
Newman snorts. “It's L.A. If every car that cut me off on the I-5 were filled with spies, we'd be in a bad 1990s Bruce Willis movie.”
