After Dark: Love for crime.

Paul

Paul

I learned from a young age that weakness gets you nothing. My parents were both loving and ruthless. They taught my siblings and I from the beginning that you take what you want in life, money and power rule the world, and family is everything.

My great grandfather started a business of underground trading of elite modified arms, and one of the first motorcycle clubs in the midwes-tAAM- Assassin's All Mighty. There of course is a legitimate side to the business, at least on paper, everything looks legitimate, really just a cover for the lucrative business. My father started a club, After Dark, as a new avenue to conduct business with less elite clients.

This legacy started by my great grandfather and built up by the generations following, this empire, will soon be mine. I will go to any lengths to protect it and my family.

I do not feat death, I play it.

….

That new girl. There's something about her that's beyond alluring. She's nothing like the other girls who work at the club. She's short and fill figured curvaceous, where the other girls that work the club are taller and on the thinner side.

But she's unbelievably breathtaking and I can't keep my eyes off of her.

Fuck.

When she walks away my eyes are instantly drawn to the perfect ass. So full and supple. I can't help but lick my lips. I bet she tastes like heaven.

" Damn if I could smack that ass…"

I swear to God if Dawson keeps talking my fist will connect with his loud ass mouth. I don't understand why I care, but I do. The fact that he's looking at her makes my blood boil. I clench my fists at my side, it is taking all of my control not to deck him square in the jaw.

"For the last f*****g time, Dawson, shut your God damn mouth before I shut it for you. "

He is quiet, much to my relief. I turn my focus away from him, trying to search out Edie again, but she's gone from my site. I feel a pang of disappointment, and it bugs the living hell out of me.

Great.

Scanning the crowd I spot Tonight's client.

My hands ball into fists at the sight of such scum. I can't believe my father wants to do business with this low life drug dealer piece of s**t.

Its not quite time for our meeting, so I take a lap around the club. The sound of pounding beats echo around us. The club is filled with bodies, not unusual for a Thursday night, as I scan the room for threats. I see three men with White Fang jackets feathering through the sea of people. I nod to Kane and Tommy, who move onto the dance floor. The last thing I need is to deal with White Fangs when I already have to deal with Ulrich's shitty self.

"Why so tense Pauly boy?" Ulrich says as he smirks in my direction. I clench my fists tighter, a slight pain running through my palm as my fingernails dig deep.

"Watch your tone Ulrich, remember who the f**k you're talking to. Now why are you here wasting my time?"

"Straight to business eh? Well I am in need of your families… expertise."

"Which one?"

"Simple guns of course. "

"Ha." The laugh that slips past my lips is anything but humorous. Of course this scum is here for guns.

I shift in my seat, folding my arms over my chest. " What could you possibly have to offer Ulrich? You know we don't deal with low levels. f**k your drugs."

"Hey now, don't hate the game. I only deal in designer drugs. I'm the king of the party. My drugs, keep your club popping."

"Like hell it does." Dawson chimes in, jumping quickly to his feet ready to throw arms.

I gesture to him to stand down, and he takes his seat once again, his chest still puffed out like a riled up dog.

"I'm still not hearing anything of interest…"

He leans in over the table, his tone low as he speaks. " I have some information on Bassu."

The hairs on the back of my neck spring to action at the sheer mention of that bastard's name.

He's definitely caught my interest. Not wanting to seem too eager, I lean back into my seat.

"If it's useful enough, you may have a deal."

Ulrich slaps a Manila envelope onto the glass table top, sliding it in my direction. I waste no time unveiling the contents of the folder on the table. A handful of photos cascade out, photos of Bassu and his men at the docks.

"When?"

"These photos are from yesterday morning."

Gazing down at the photos, I ran my finger along the length of my jaw… this was a trail, one I desperately wanted… and here it was before me.. As much as the thought of dealing with the trash, Ulrich had proven himself to be not completely useless.

"Fine. Let's talk about orders…"

Ulrich's mouth curves into a faint smile, one of success.

"What are you drinking boys? King Louis, Killian, rum?"

Charlie, hovers over the table..

"a round of Killian for the table. Ice."

"You got it babes." She spins on her heels, strutting off toward the bar. I return my attention to the matter at hand, cutting a deal with Ulrich.

It seems like the deal is cut in no time, Ulrich looks appeased, getting his much needed supply. Terry, was not going to be thrilled about this…

" Drink up gentlemen."

I lift my gaze from the paperwork before me, as a drink is set in front of me.. Edie has to stretch over the table to get everyone their drinks, her short stature, is no match for the monstrous booth…

It is quite the view… I can feel my pants starting to grow tight at the sight of her plunging neck line, revealing a glorious glimpse of her breasts.

Fuck.

I catch the ogling eyes of Ulrich's goons staring hard at Edie, his hands hover over her waist for far too long.

"Ulrich, you better watch your f*****g goon before I gouge out his eyes and shove them down his throat after I make him watch his hand being severed from his wrist."

Ulrich's lips peirce as he glares at his henchman.

"Boss." Kane appears beside Dawson, his breathing staggered as he forces out the words. "We've got a problem."

" What the hell?"

"Fangs, there's at least 9 of them, and they're strapped."

I scoffed, they wouldn't be dumb enough to hit on our turf.

The echo of gunshots breaks through the boasting club music. The sound of shattering glass fills my ears, as I reach for the heavuly modified HK45 tucked at my side. Dawson and I leap from the table, eyes peered for the direction of fire, but it's scattered.

They really were this dumb.

FUCK.

"Charlie!"

I hear the splintering screams of a voice… it's Edie's voice, as she's tugging at Charlie's arm, who is frozen in place, sheer terror washed across her face.

"Kane! Get them out of here!" I bark orders, pushing him in the girl's direction, now directing my focus to Ulrich. This son of a b***h set us up…

"Ulrich you mangy piece of s**t!"

He throws his hands up. "It wasn't me Paul, I swear. I wouldn't!"

I don't care. My fist connects with his face, sending a sensation of power rippling through my core, as I watch his body collapse to the floor.

"If you're lying, I will slit your f*****g throat."

My attention is now focused on the White Fangs, who are now collected in a pack near the entrance.

"Causing a scene boys, in public? How reckless."

"You seem to be quite outnumbered, to be speaking so freely, Paul. One of Bassu's men steps forward with a smug look on his face.

"Hmm.. Am I? You're in my zone buddy."

Gunshots ring out as four Fangs crumple to the ground, their bodies quickly falling motionless, blood steadily pooling around them.

One of my men, Tommy, emerges from around the corner, taking out one more as he makes his way towards us.

"Interesting…" I take a step forward, my heart racing in my chest with adrenaline. "It seems there are suddenly less of you, shame they couldn't stay for a drink."

The man before raises his handgun leveling it between my eyes. I can't help but to let out a chuckle. Was this supposed to frighten me? It wasn't the first time I've stared down the barrel of a gun.

More gunshots ring out, but not bullets are discharged from the gun pointed at me. The solid thud of bodies dropping sounds from beyond the piece of filth in front of me. His head whips around and his gun lowers, as his eyes skim over his fallen men.

I look to the direction of gunfire, as my father pockets his gun, a wide menacing grin plastered across his face. He hasn't killed in sometime, and he was sure enjoying it.

My attention returned to the swine standing before me. "And then there were two… so much for being outnumbered, wouldn't you say?"

I raise my gun to his head, nestling it centered between his ungroomed brows.

I want to pull the trigger, to watch the b***h drop, but I need answers. And unfortunately, he's of no use to me if he's dead…

"Where is Bassu?"