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I own The Dark Odyssey with Georgiou, Salvatore, and his brothers Gabe and Nick. With the change around, I’m there more than the others. I’m supposed to be there every night this week. I have a new attraction that’s supposed to bring in a shit load of money. Tonight is the opening night. Being a sex club, The Dark Odyssey brings us in a nightly fortune, but with the attractions in the mix the financial possibilities are endless.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Salvatore says.
“Yeah. Thanks for backing me up,” I tell him.
“No worries.” One last nod and he leaves.
As the door closes, I look around the employee-less warehouse. Shit, this is so fucked up. Falcone wormed his way into our company and stole from us. It shouldn’t have happened. I’m gonna have to replace the workers first thing in the morning. Before I see Vincent.
Pulling in a ragged breath, I leave. I jump in my car and head to the club.
Ideas flow through my mind as I drive. I don’t even know where to start tracking a fucker like Falcone. Like others he’s been trying to have a piece of the pie for years. This time he got to us by a chance that came about when Peter died.
He’d been the head manager of the warehouses for twenty years. His passing allowed the devils to come out to play. He died three months ago, and I made the mistake of putting Jonny in charge. And that is why this is my fault.
Jonny was supposed to be temporary while I looked for a replacement for Peter. Our long-term managers come with a different type of skill and a level we can trust that Jonny didn’t have.
Peter was the best we had. I didn’t replace him right away because it was hard to fill his shoes and I thought I was doing good by allowing Jonny to cover because he knew the job. I even gave the fucker more money. By trusting too much I screwed myself over, not knowing wolves were lying in wait to take their chance to fuck with me.
News must have travelled of the gun shipment. My cameras picked up the three men I killed packing the crate in an unmarked vehicle. The only thing Salvatore and I could do while we watched the shit happening was wait. If we’d done anything else, they would have fled, and we wouldn’t have gotten Falcone’s name. We knew the men could only be taking guns like that to sell to someone powerful. They’re not arms you sell on the street.
I glance at myself in the mirror and wince when I see blood on my collar.Great,just fucking great. Bad enough I had to beat a fucker up and get blood on my hands, metaphorically speaking, but the proof of the shit is there and not how I want to make my presence known at the club tonight.
I’m gonna have to change when I get there and believe me I’m grabbing the best girl or two to fuck before I leave. I need to work off this stress and angst.
Things have been different all around since Vincent took charge. Everyone has had to step up in a way which has made me see how much his father did when he was in charge.
It’s been nearly nine months now and my God have I stepped up my game.
I’m the tech who can hack a system six ways to Sunday, the guy who can clean a dirty billion and make it look good. Make shit shine. Make it look like it’s doing the good Lord’s work if I want it to.
But my family see me as the playboy I am when I’m at The Dark Odyssey. My father in particular definitely sees me as such, even though Georgiou is the liberal free spirited one with his polyamorous marriage.
Half an hour later, I pull up at the club’s parking lot and rest my head against the seat.
From the look of the parking lot, it’s packed tonight. That’s always good and even better when it’s the start of a new show. Something new to bring in fresh money.
That’s one of the things I do here. I come up with new dark fantasies for those who come to my club to walk on the wild side.
Tonight, is the opening night of the Heaven and Hell show. I have all kinds of sinful shit happening right out in the open for all to see. Up until tonight we had a show of acrobats fucking on aerial hoops and inside the exhibitionist box. Tonight, we’ll have that and so much more.
But what will set it apart is the piece of heaven that will contrast everything. I haven’t seen it yet but the choreographer I hired is the best.
I’m about to get out of the car when someone crashes into the back of me.
Someone, crashes into my fucking Bugatti and I’m parked. What kind of an idiot does that. Who thefuckwould dare come close to my car in the piece of shit I’m looking at in the rearview mirror?
It’s a blue SUV that looks like it’s seen better days. The people who frequent this place don’t drive shit like that.
Enraged I jump out ready to give a mouth full, but the words fade from my mind when a beautiful blonde woman steps out of the car, shaking.
She shakes even more when she sees me. I’m not sure if that’s because she knows who I am, or if it’s because I just look scary. She’s petite, about five-four, but has the kind of body made for sin. The kind of body I like on a woman who can take a hard fuck.
“I’m so sorry,” she says first. Her crystal blue eyes shimmer against the moonlight and the outline of her heart shaped face is set in fear.
I just stare back at her and look her over in her jeans and t-shirt. The women who come here dress in lingerie. Outside they’d at least have on robes or a kimono.
“I didn’t see you,” she continues.
