Damien's POV
'Strip Tease.' The name of the club.
Joaquin came up with the name because he is a party animal not to mention a womanizer and how he managed to find all these male and female strippers is beyond my knowledge.
''Boss'' the guard at the door said. I replied with a small nod and proceeded to the club.
The music was quite loud but what is a party without loud music? As I entered, women were stealing glances and whispering, and also men. I paid them no mind because for one I did not want to be here, but I still came because I realized I needed some change of air and Tony's persuasion well I had to.
''Damien, you came,'' Tony said ''but late.''
''Tony, let the old man be'' Joaquin said.
I shot him a warning look and he raised his hands in a surrendering manner.
''I was doing the work you were supposed to be doing,'' I spoke.
''If you are talking about the Dario guy, we will take care of him,'' Lars said.
''You better.'' I said warningly.
There was silence except for the loud music that was playing and the wild crowd enjoying the show that was going on before Joaquin started speaking again.
''Oh, hell no.''
''What!'' We all said in unison.
''He is coming.''
''Please tell me it is not who I think it is,'' Tony said.
''Look who we have here today everybody.'' A voice said louder.
Brad Fallon. Here we go again I thought.
''What do you want Brad,'' I spoke.
'' You cannot even welcome me. Am hurt.'' He said clutching his heart.
''Relax Damien I just want us to talk and have drinks as friends should.''
''As friends! You need a therapist. Friend.'' Tony said sarcastically.
Brad sat down and ordered a drink.
''So, what are we celebrating tonight?'' He asked.
''Go straight to the point Brad we do not have the whole night much less with you,'' I said angrier.
''Oh well then, I smell an underground business going on somewhere.''
''An underground business?'' I asked, ''And what could that underground business be? enlighten us please.''
''I do not know you tell me.'' He said shrugging.
This man is getting on my nerves.
''You know what Brad,'' Joaquin said, ''Life is good. you should get one.''
''I have a life and my life entails catching criminals and throwing their asses behind bars.''
I chuckled. As much as I dislike this guy I also admire his confidence. No wonder he is an FBI.
He continued, Damien, whatever you and your minions are doing, I will soon find out what it is and I will put you all behind bars and make sure you all rot beyond recognition. Mark my words. Enjoy your evening gentlemen.'' He said and left.
''Why is he not dead?'' Joaquin said.
''I wonder.'' Lars added.
''If he was not a civilian trust me, he'd be dead long ago. He is poking his ass in our affairs so we cannot do anything stupid at the moment.'' I said ''Trust me I want this man dead soonest but he is a fucking FBI! Jesus! what a great night.''
''He just ruined my evening and my partying mood,'' Joaquin complained.
The night went quite well. Well apart from the Brad part. A couple of drinks, flirting, and sex. Brad and other problems needed to be forgotten and what could be a better remedy than sex?
This chapter was quite short, but you got to meet Damien's friends and also an FBI agent.
Smooth, I guess!
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