𝗨𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱

Micah called Lenny and Antone late last night to attend a meeting on his behalf. The duo found this weird as Micah never opted to sit out of a meeting. He craved power. He liked being known as the most powerful person in the room. That's the only reason Antone, 30, did not take his rightful position as heir of the Hizanzo Mob yet. His father wasn't ready to let go. So why the h*ll was he sending them to this meeting?

"Sneaky bastard." Lenny muttered.

"Are you okay?" Antone asked, giving Lenny's shoulder a nudge as they sat on the jet awaiting take off.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just wondering why the fuck does Micah has us going down here to talk to these dicks? Can't someone else do it? Better yet, can't he do it?" Lenny said, irritation clear in his voice.

"Why? Anxious to get home?" Antone asked, chuckling.

Lenny shrugged.

"Who knows why Micah does what he does. Let's just do this job as smoothly as possible and return home." Antone said as he rest his head against the chair and closed his eyes.

While Lenny just stared out the window wondering what the young beauty was doing at this very moment.

Probably sleeping.

"Would she miss him at breakfast? Around the house?"

He enjoyed her company since the house was normally so lonely and quiet.  One could only hope she enjoyed and missed his company as well.

Lenny sighed and took off his suit jacket throwing it in the chair across from him. He laid his head back against the chair. He would need his rest for what Micah was sending them into.

A couple of hours later they reached their destination.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to Losse." They were greeted by their chauffeur as he opened the door for them.

They drove for about 30 minutes before reaching the hotel where the supposed meeting was to take place. The duo was still skeptical about the whole ordeal.

They got out of the car and inhaled the air.

"Smells like shit," Lenny said as he put on his jacket, as he fastened the first button.

Antone chuckled as they began to walk in sync with each other.

Upon entering, they were met with a young, boy. No more than 20 years old.

"Hizanzo." Antone said, curtly.

  Recognizing the name, the young man's eyes widened before he gulped.

"Follow me." The young man said as he led them to the hidden wing of the hotel by a young man.

Within a couple of minutes, they were face-to-face with the tackiest gold doors.

Antone's face showing his disdain for the interior choice as he pushed the doors open.

As they walked through the door, everyone turned their heads to the suit-clad men at the entrance, seizing all noise.

The duo demanded respect and emitted power which was evident by the reactions of the men in the room.

"Good Evening." Lenny and Antone said as they sat at the table across from a man with long hair, a black suit, and gold rings adorning his finger.

"Who the fuck are you? Where is Micah?"

Lenny clicked his tongue at the disrespectful manner in which they were addressed.

"Don't be disrespectful. We came on behalf of Micah to hear your business proposition. My name is Antone and this is Lenny. And you must be Michel." Antone said as he clasped his hands on the table.