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Never once did I show fear or weakness in front of him, because if you did you’re dead. This game isn’t for the weak. Only the strongest and smartest survive. Something I had to learn at a young age. I still have nightmares sometimes. Waking up soaked in sweat remembering the first man who’s name I didn’t know lying still on the concrete as his cold dead eyes starred back at me, his body covered in blood from the bullets Saint and I put in him. Violence and death are in my past, present, and future.
“Caleb,” Eric warns, but I don’t need to look around to know that there are at least ten guns pointed at this assholes head that he doesn’t even know is there.
“Do I fucking look like your waiter?” I scathe as a thick wave of deadly tension fills the room.
He takes me in, as Saint walks up next to me placing his hand on my shoulder interrupting our stare down.
“Easy brother.”
Chains clicks his fingers twice at the waiter behind the bar motioning him to serve more drinks before all hell breaks lose. The prick smiles at me uncaring that he’s seconds from death as he pushes the girls head down harder on his dick almost choking her to death. She coughs pulling her head up asking him to take it easy. He slaps the girl hard across her face ordering her to shut the fuck up and do what she’s paid to do and suck.
I pull my shirt back down then cross my arms. “Didn’t think so.”
“Let’s all play nice boys. Afterall tonight is about entertaining our guests and giving them a taste of our product. We can’t get it dispatched if they are all dead now can we?” Eric says coldly with a warning in his tone.
“Mica, have more respect for Erics boys,” his boss Antonio orders. Not daring to argue Mica finishes off in the girl’s mouth pulling her roughly by the hair off his dick. He zips up his pressed black trousers, stands up and walks out slamming the door behind him.
“I’ll deal with you later il figlio,” Antonio calls out after him.
Il figlio? Isn’t that son in Italian? Is Mica Antonio’s son I wonder? Eric gave us no details about who was coming tonight only that an important drug deal was going down. One that could put him in partnership with the Italians and it was important that we be here.
“Forgive my son,” Antonio says to me, rubbing coke along his gums. “Like you, he is young. He’s learning and knows not of what’s at stake here. But he will soon.”
I give him a sharp nod turning to watch the sea of dancers from the blacked-out window next to Colton.
“The product is good Garo. I expect a shipment by the end of the month,” he says commanding his men away with him as he leaves the club.
I watch as Eric lays out a pole dancer in front of him placing a line of coke along the crack of her ass before sniffing it up his nose.
Over the next hour more coke is passed around than I can count but out of the three of us only Colton partakes.
Grunting sounds out over the music as Eric and his men fuck all round them. I consider the blond that’s been eying me up all night but I’m not in the mood. My mood however goes from bad to catatonic when a swaying Colton utters his next words.
“Well, well, well brother, look who’s here.”
He tips his head in the direction of the bar area. That’s when I spot her. My jaw tightens and fists clench watching the way she presses up against Lexy, their bodies grinding into each other to the beat of the music in a tight fitted red dress that clings to every dip and curve of her body and fuck if the sight doesn’t go straight to my groin. If Eric wasn’t in this club I’d take her up here and fuck that tiny dress off her body. My dick is hard as steel watching her until I spot Jason inching towards her with a group of his friends. He’s a dead man.
“Shit Lexy’s here to. We better get her out of here before Eric or Saint see’s,” Colton warns just as Saint leans next to us knocking back a glass of neat whisky in his hand.
“Who’s got your attention?” Saint asks craning his neck to look to where our eyes have fallen. Before I can even answer he shoves his glass into Colton’s hand bolting out the door as fast as lightning. I catch the chuckle from Colton’s lips as I follow Saint out the door not bothering to tell Eric we’re leaving. He’s too busy sticking his dick in a blonds ass to care anyway.
Saint is on Lexy like a shot. She protests when she realises who it is that’s dragging her away, forcing him to practically carry her out of the club. I hold back until Jason slowly slithers his way up to Jordin testing the waters before he pounces. I smirk don’t at the oh fuck expression on his face when he sees me standing behind her.
Fucking prick.
With a feral grin I watch his eyes immediately lower to the gun in my hand by my side stopping him in his tracks. Yeah, that’s right dickhead walk the fuck away while you still can. Mother fucker has some balls to talk to her. I’ll deal with him later.
Jordin continues to dance with her hands in her hair, swaying her sexy little ass to the beat. She so lost in the music that she hasn’t even noticed Lexy has left. I wait but only for a few seconds before I wrap my arms around her body pulling her close to my chest claiming her as mine for all to see.
She gives out a little jump before stiffening.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m just not...” she begins but stops suddenly as if sensing it’s me. My hand wraps around her in a possessive hold pulling her back tight to my chest.
“You’re so fucking hot in that dress.” I tell her but just because I like her in it doesn’t mean that she’ll be wearing it again after tonight.
Stretching my hand around the column of her throat I check for the necklace. She’s not wearing it.
“I will kill every fucker in here just for looking at what’s mine.” I grunt out half expecting her to turn around and tell me to fuck off, except she doesn’t. Her hand goes to my arm around her waist pulling me tighter against her, molding her body to mine. She’s out to play tonight. I groin into her ear when she pushes her ass into my groin, grinding it on my dick. My fingers skim along her bare thighs and fuck does her body feel good.
