PIERCE

12

I curse out the whole drive back home. Visiting her was the most stupid decision I'd made today. The last thing I should be doing is leading her on. My phone rings, and connects to the Bluetooth speaker as soon as I pick up.

"You have a meeting at the club. The closing of the deal? The final signing of the papers is today" Carlos says. Shit. I totally forgot. 

"Can't you handle it?" 

"Unfortunately no. Their boss is here himself. Said he's handling some business in  town and decided to close off the deal himself." I let out a groan. 

"I'll be there in 30."

Luckily, the roads are empty. Goodbye to sleep for now. After spending the whole day at meetings, attending one more definitely isn't on my agenda. 

I park in my reserved spot 25 minutes later, and almost immediately, Carlos joins me.

"Hope they've been taken to the VIP section" I ask as we walk into the club.

"They are well taken care of. "

"Good. Get me a glass of bourbon. I need it to deal with Donovan."

Mr. Donovan, head of the Italian mafia. In my country, and in my club. This is definitely not just about his shipment. The son of a bitch wants something. I barge into the VIP lounge, and just as I expected, a stripper pleases his cock whilst another ravages his mouth. His guards stand beside him, watching straight ahead. I clear my throat to make my presence known.

"Rai! Took you long enough. Give me a few --ah fuck! " His face morphs into one of satisfaction as he releases his load in the stripper's mouth.

"That was beautiful, ladies. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for business." he says to both of them with a satisfied grin, as I make myself comfortable in the opposite sofa.

"What brings you here, Ric?" Carlos brings in my bourbon, and takes his stance beside me. I take a sip as I wait for my guest to speak.

"I'll be bringing some stuff in, this weekend. I believe my men sent you information on that." He finally says, after sorting himself out.

"Yes they did. I hear you are here for the final signing?" I ask.

"Yes, I am. Here are the documents." One of his guards hands over an envelope to Carlos, who goes over the documents.

"What is it that we are dealing with? Coke, arms?" I ask as Carlos shows me where to sign.

"That, I'm afraid I can't tell you" And just like that, his reason for the personal visit is revealed. I sit back as Carlos holds up the page for me to sign. No way I'm making a deal without every knowledge I need.

"I'm not doing business with you until you tell me what we are importing. "

"I don't think it's necessary for you to know. It's just a box. Something personal."

"Then I'm sure you can handle it yourself then. Have a good night, Ric." I stand up just as he decides to speak.

"I wouldn't walk out if I were you. I've been more than fair in this deal. Ask your guard. He's read the papers. it's a 70 30 deal, if you care to know. More than fair." 

"I don't need to read those documents to know that, Ric. You being here in person tells me all I need to know. That stuff, whatever it is, is dangerous. I want no part of it if you aren't going to tell me what it is."

"You'll get to know when it arrives. What's your problem?"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Ric. I've had a busy day and I don't have time for this. Once I step out that door, I'm not returning. So I'll advice you to choose your next words carefully."