Savior

Heath2

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“Charles group has continued to ignore our warnings about extension on his plots. Gentry continues to be a smart ass with his supply in the East.” Our informant rambles on and on about things he thinks we have no clue about. We like to play the dumbasses; it lets people underestimate you. I love the look on a dumb f**k’s face when he realizes he was set up and now has to pay for his crimes. There’s a certain tingle to it if you would say. Dante tends to handle the business end of our crusade, I’m the enforcer.

“We’ll handle Charles in time, let him hang himself. Gentry will pay up when the time comes. All good things come to those who wait.” Dante smirks, only I know the story behind that saying and the pain that comes with it. “You’re dismissed.”

“But –,” He tries to continue but we’ve heard enough for now. This conversation has bene going on long before the club opened two hours ago.

I sit up, leaning forward on my knees cracking my knuckles. He leans back in his seat, knowing he’s pushing his luck. “I have more information.”

I raise an eyebrow. “More than you’ve spouted in the past three hours. News flash George we already know about half the things you’ve “informed” us about.” I state gruffly looking over at Dante. “It sure sounds like we need to find some new loose lips.””

Dante smirks. He leans back into his seat taking a puff of his cigar, knowing where this is going. “It would seem that way wouldn’t it.”

“N-No boys, I d-didn’t realize you knew that. I-I’ll get you more information, I promise.” He stutters clearly distressed, interesting.

I stand, tired of the constant games that people play. Don’t get me wrong I love this line of work, the blood and death. I’ve begun to revel in the state of madness that overcomes me when I lose control. I slap him on the back a couple of times walking around behind his chair laughing. “Oh George, when are you going to learn to listen like a good little boy. Hmmm?” I can feel he’s pouring sweat under his cheap suit. I rub down his shoulders and grasp his shirt ripping it open to find what I knew to be true. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now, now George what do we have here?”

I lift the wire up on his chest yanking it from his body and holding it up. Dante’s eyes narrow as he sits up taking another puff from his cigar. “Explain yourself.” His voice comes out in a whisper that would send a chill down anyone’s spine that had sense. Too bad this motherfucker didn’t get the memo when he decided to betray the kingdom of mafias. We don’t do a lot of field work by choice these days, that doesn’t mean we can’t handle business when it comes to that point.

“Michael Psorinski.” He stammers out.

Dante looks at me with confusion as we are on good terms with the Psorinski mob for the most part. “What about him?”

“He paid me two million to track the Watt movements for the past six months.” He ushers out quickly.

“Six months…” I chuckle. “Two million that will be useless when you’re under the dirt.”

“No, please- ,” He doesn’t get to finish before I snap his neck. An easy death that a snitching bird doesn’t deserve but none the less, completed.

“Take care of that.” I nod at the guard that stands blocking off the VIP view. We own this b***h, of course we have our own booth. I lean back in my seat rolling a blunt and look over at Dante who’s obviously brooding. Everyone knows since Michael Psorinski lost his b***h a couple of months ago, he’s been moody, but no b***h comes between you and business in this life. That’s a man’s greatest weakness, p***y. Never will be me, period. Sure, I’ve f****d my fair share of chicks, but I’d never settle for any of them. Sure as hell wouldn’t knock one up. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow, brother, let’s enjoy our night.”

“We need to figure it out quickly Heath.” He strains, “A war with Psorinski would be fatal to both families.”

“We’d come out on top, always do.” I smirk, loving a good fight as always.

“That’s not counting the sacrifices made along the way to victory brother.” He manages, Dante is always the serious one when it comes to things. Me, I’d rather sit back and roll a blunt and wait them out. Wrong doers always show their ugly head along the way, never fails. I look down at the crowd, things are really starting to pick up here. Good, means more money in my pocket by the end of the night. Suddenly, my expected fun night comes to an end when I meet a pair of blue eyes shining in the neon lights. Her legs are spread with her fingertips over her p***y moaning out into the music. f**k! Her brown hair cascades out onto our floor and onto her shoulders. Pieces stick to her sweaty skin and forehead as she methodically moves with each calculated step. She expels this toxic aura such that I swear I can smell her scent from here. She once again overwhelms my senses and taking one look at the crowd, I can tell others feel the same. “She’s a new one, huh?”

“New to this place, yes.” I reply, still not wanting to go into how we originally met. He doesn’t need to be concerned with this mystery, especially not with Michael making moves across the country under our nose.

He stays quiet for a while before stating, “Why don’t you make your move? After all, you were the one wanting to have a good time tonight. Why not introduce her to the Watt way?”

I know exactly what he means and almost grind my teeth at the thought of others having her. I scoff at myself; it doesn’t matter if others have her because she’s just some girl. Trouble, especially if she is working here. Nothing good comes from the girls here, that’s why they work here. Still, something keeps my attention as some drunk loser walks up the stage with a petty wad of cash. I could triple, no, quadruple that without a single thought to my money. It is almost disrespectful for such a prize. I swear she smirks at me as she spins her ass around and waves it at the man. Like a love-struck lover, he falls right into her money trap and leans against the stage rail practically drooling over her body. She bats her lashes and leans into his neck, nosing her way down his collar bone, gripping his biceps. I can see his breathing pick up as he can’t help but run his hands up her hips. She withdrawals just enough to look him into the eyes and let out a sensual sigh. f**k, this girl knows exactly what she’s doing. Knows exactly how to please, how to be on her knees. My c**k stretches against my jeans due to her little show; not to mention it’s for another man, not me. I focus my attention on this girl and realize they’re talking about something while I’ve been pondering life. He leans in for a hug and she willfully opens for it. As her head moves over his shoulder, she glances up at me with an evil grin and I swear I see a flash of purple travel across her iris’s. Just as fast as I noticed, her gaze was away and untouched. My breath is caught in my throat as I realize she is exiting the stage. I’ve never given any thought to the bitches that dance here unless I’m taking them to the champagne room to score. What makes her so different? I watch the man take her outstretched hand and lead her towards the VIP dance lounge. “I’ll be back in a few.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow man.” He remarks, knowing that I most likely will not return tonight. He knows me too well at times but that comes in handy sometimes as well. Making my way down out of the elevator I pass the guard on the left of the elevator.

“Oh! Good evening, Mr. Watts. Can I assist you with anything?” He ushers out in one breath scampering after me like a dog with his owner.

I roll my eyes, trying to make my way through the customers and dancers who seem to be oblivious. “I’m fine, please return to your post, thank you.” He nods quickly and races back to his station without a response. When hired, they are debriefed about how things work around here. If I say jump, I want to hear how high and that’s final. When I say bend over, I want to hear yes sir. I can’t stand the small talk and rebuttals. When you find yourself in this building, you know why you’re here, do your job or at least what you’re told to do or get the f**k out. I search for my little brunette angel through the flash’s lights and booming bass. I see the flicker of the lights off her shiny black boots and see they’re walking to the front of the lounge. Figures, my angel likes to be at the front of the crowd where everyone can see her be a naughty girl. I can’t help to feel jealous and I’m not sure why. I don’t even know this girl; haven’t even said over a couple of sentences and yet she has stolen my thoughts. My obsession is beginning to grow, and she will live to regret that someday, I’m sure.

Stepping into the room, I see they’ve wasted no time getting close with each other. My little angel is putting on a good show as she slides her ass down to the ground putting her face near his c**k. He groans out when her hands make their way up his thighs and loop themselves in his belt line as if she’s about to pull them off his body right here in this room. She still hasn’t noticed that I’m standing here watching like a teenage boy seeing his first porn video. She turns and twirls her hips against his d**k making a slow sensual breathy sound like it’s satisfying. I growl under my breath and as if she heard it over the loud bass, her head snaps to attention zoning in on me. Her eyes glint purple as if she’s something out of a sci-fi movie and she smiles, her teeth gleaming bright white. f**k she’s gorgeous. Her hair falls down around her thighs as she turns and straddles the clueless man in practically buried in the couch. You can read this is the best four minutes he’s had in a long time by the wet spot where his little c**k is. She imprisons his face with her breasts and hair as she glances through the veil across her shoulder, making sure I’m still enjoying the show. Fine, I think to myself, if that’s how you want to play little angel, we’ll play rough. I step out to the bouncer and make my order before making my way back into the room. Settling on the couch, I wait patiently for what’s to come in the next few minutes.