Chapter 18- The Ricko Club
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A smile of satisfaction covered Barry after reading the message from his phone. His flowers and the gift had been successfully delivered. He lay back on his bed, arms crossed above his shoulders feeling triumphant and we'll pleased with himself. Barry couldn't wait to see the excitement on Tanya's face.
His eyes had just closed from slumber when his phone rang. He picked up the receiver.
"Boss, very urgent information has come up, there's a Rolce Royce Phantom to pick you up parked by the corner of your street. Find us at club Ricko." Tyron didn't even stop to allow Barry to complain over anything.
Barry was led through the banging club entrance by Tyrons bodyguards. The club was banging so early that evening. People were dancing and enjoying their drinks. It was so full that there was barely space to walk through. Barry wondered if it was not a Monday afterall.
The red atmosphere in the club made it seem ravishing. At the bottom, Barry could see two storey's up and a man he recognised on the second floor. The bodyguards led him through the crowd, then up the stairs.
"Welcome to Club Ricko," said Tyrone 'the Tyrant' Blanks smiling with his arms stretched out.
"Motherfucker! You named the club after me?" Said Barry as Tyron reached out for a handshake.
"Yes, ofcourse Boss. Have to pay my respects. Don't be shocked, most of our businesses are named after you." They cracked up and he led Barry into one of the VIP rooms.
"Make yourself comfortable boss. The rest of the gang are on their way here." Tyron signalled to the waiters to come over and attend to Barry.
"I'll be right back boss. Drink and feel at home. I need to take care of something quickly." Tyron left quickly.
Just as Barry started having some expensive wine, a group of people were led into the VIP room by a waitress.
"Hey! What the hell? There's somebody in here!" One of the men complained, the others pushed in to witness who it was.
"Barry?!" Called out one of them who squeezed in to take a better look.
"Donald? What are you doing here?" Barry was surprised.
Even fools like Donald Young partied at Club Ricko? This guy is practically a book worm, a nerd. And worst of all, a friend of Timothy Jefferson and husband to Marry Jefferson, Barry thought.
Donald was also interested in Barry's wife Tanya despite being married to Marry Jefferson. A couple of times he had asked her on a date and she refused him, despite him being a self-proclaimed millionaire.
"I should be asking you man? My friend Timothy would be shocked to learn of this." Donald sat down wondering how Barry could afford to wine and dine at this VIP room. Could he have teased Barry all this while when he was quiet capable?
"Barry, you're drinking expensive wine, dining in our booked VIP room. Aren't you the live-in son-in-law of the Jefferson's, you can't afford this place. Get out!"
"Donald, is this the useless son-in-law of the Jefferson family that you always told us about? What's he doing here?"
"This is him? What's he doing in a place like this. I heard his wife gives him pocket money of around twenty bucks a day, this VIP area costs a million dollars to book, how dare he come here. How's this possible?"
"I don't even wanna know. Mr, get out of our VIP room, we booked this place already!"
Someone had already called the waiter and she was shocked to come in and find this person here.
"Mr, some important people have already booked this private room, please get out!"
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