Drive Me Wild

Chapter 52 - Duke

Charlie had been left with Artyom and his sons for a few hours now. After lounging in Charlie's office for thirty minutes, gathering all the necessary paperwork for the club, I became bored hearing screams and pleas for help.

I left the house wanting to satisfy the hunger in my stomach and found a quaint little diner down the road. It hadn't been open for long but became popular very quickly. I was already known as a regular there and had made it my go-to food stop.

"I'll have the bill please." I wink at the waitress with fiery red hair.

"Anything for you sir." She bites her lips, swaying her hips as she walks away.

My cock quickly stirred at the sight, and I tried to think of anything to stop it. I had important plans that I needed to finish, there wasn't any time to mess about in-between.

The waitress comes back quickly, giving me a show of her large breasts as she places the check on the table.

"Thanks." I reluctantly dismiss, reaching into my pocket for cash.

The redhead huffs and saunters off, bashing the doors open as she enters the kitchen. I chuck the cash on the table, place a few extra for good measure and walk out.

After coming back to Charlie's house, I came back to the office for a little bit longer, to check the finances and to leave Charlie to writhe in pain for a little bit of extra time.

The house became eerily quiet after a while. I cautiously popped my head through the door to see none of Artyom's men stationed outside. Dread started to settle in my stomach like acid and I stormed out of the office.

"Artyom?" I call out. My hand slowly reached for the gun in my cut.

Careful footsteps are heard coming down the stairs and Artyom slowly presents himself with a schooled expression.

"He passed out," Artyom states, disapproval laced in his tone.

"Charlie is a lot weaker than he makes himself out as."

Artyom nods slowly. "What do you expect out of this deal?"

"Peace between us." 

"I don't see a problem with that. What does your gang specialise in?"

"Selling drugs. It's not a huge business but it's enough to keep the club afloat."

"I see. I assume you will be taking over the club?"

"Yes, I'm not sure how most of my brother's will take it but I will be more than happy to kill anyone who tries to undermine me."

"Charlie was a constant problem for us. You have done us a favour. I would be willing to lend you Pavel for a short while, so you can assert you dominance within the club."

It was concerning that Artyom had no faith in me to take over the club and become the president. Throughout the past few months, I had spent countless hours slowly taking over the business under my brothers noses. It was a plan finely thought out and was impossible to go wrong. I would take Pavel with me anyway; it would scare my brothers knowing that we had ties to the Bratva.

"Thank you Pakhan." I bring my hand out to shake his.

He grips my hand in an iron grip and shakes it firmly. The deal was done and now it was time to end Charlie's life.

"He's awake." One of Artyom's men calls out from down the corridor.

We both exchange a glance before walking down the corridor.