MÉTIS

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Sofian

When I got out of my plane, I was pleasantly met with hot weather which at this time of year, I don't get much back home in Czech republic.

Leaving with sports bag in my hand and set of headphones decorating my neck, I look behind me to see Dominik, one of my closest. He's like a brother to me.

On our way to the car, he grabs me by neck and messes with my hair while laughing.

"Pro jednou nás tvůj táta poslal někam, kde si to snad i užijem," he says with a satisfied tone.

(For once, your dad sent us somewhere that's enjoyable.)

"Nezapomeň, že tu jsme kvůli práci," I say with a colder tone that reminds me the real reason for our stay.

(Don't forget we're here to work.)

Dominik's face darkens and he glares at me with "Why did you need to ruin this for me" look on his face.

We flew in a private jet and a black car is waiting for us to get in. We sit with our luggage. 

My phone rings, I take it out of my pocket to see it's my father calling.

"Ano?" I answer the phone. (Yes?)

"Jeď s Dominikem do hotelu a zařiď to, co musíš. Máte na to týden.," a cold tone of my father hits my ear. 

(Go with Dominik to the hotel and get the job done. You've got a week.)

It's nothing unusual. 

I am used to him being distant towards me. 

He's a business man and I am his son to do all his dirty work.

With that he finishes the call and leaves me hanging on the other side of that call and world for that matter.

We check in our hotel with Dominik and decide to plan our work out. 

What do I do for my father you ask? 

Well, anything. From dealing to selling guns and occasionally getting rid of people that are no longer deemed as important or useful.

This time it's the latter with Matouš Král who is indebted to my father and he flew the Czech republic several months ago thinking we wouldn't find him. 

Well, we did and now we are here to get the work done as my father loves to say.

Dominik and I look into a file some of our people gathered and we see that he is quite the fan of naked dancing ladies in gentlemen's club.

 One of his favorite is a Tampa's local place called La Mamba. 

Such a stupid name.

"Jak to uděláme?," Dominik asks me. (How are we going to do this thing?)

"Omrknem ten klub a ve vhodnou chvíli to ukončíme. Máme na to týden, ale co to ukončit dřív a zbytek pobytu si užít?," I say. (Let's go to that club and end it when suitable. We have a week but why not consider ending it sooner and enjoy the rest of our stay?)

"Souhlas, jdem?," he responds. (Agreed, let's get going?)

I just nod my head.

Nonetheless, we need to shower after a long flight. 

I take my shirt off and aim for the bathroom. 

My blond hair's messy and getting in cold shower helps my nerves.

I never wanted this life of being a personal assistant to my father and his criminal adventures. Nobody ever asked what my desires were because nobody, except for Nik, cared enough to find out or enable me to live my life freely.

After getting soaked for quite some time, I get out of the shower with a towel below my belly button. 

Wanting to get dressed, I stop and stare at myself in the mirror. 

Several scars and bruises from couple of days ago are laid out all over my body. 

Looking myself in the eyes, I wonder if this life will ever get bearable or not.

Shaking my head, I make myself ignore my feelings and questions and I get dressed into black v t-shirt, black jeans and a beige jacket.

Dominik and I are leaving the building of the hotel in about 30 minutes and we get going to the club.

Entering, we are greeted with a big muscular guy in his 40's. 

He eyes us from top to bottom and then comes closer to us.

"What are you boys looking for?," deep american accent hits my ear.

"Just wanting to have some fun with my friend" I respond with a smirk on my face and calm voice. I don't need to make him suspicious. Nik, next to me, is smiling innocently as well.

"Yeah, man. Have drinks and see some beautiful ladies," he says with a boyish smile and he grabs me by the neck again.

The security guard give us another look and lets us in giving us the benefit of the doubt.

We go to a bar ordering a drink trying to blend in. 

While having a whiskey in our hands we take a look and take in our surroundings. 

There are quite a few people drinking and having fun as it's about 10 p.m already. 

But Matouš is nowhere to be found.

That's until I see the VIP section hidden at the left corner of the bar where two bodyguards stand. 

I bump Nik's shoulder with my own to get him to look where I'm looking. 

I drink the entirety of my drink and head to the section telling him to stay at the bar and see if Marek will appear.

Luckily for me, two of the guard at the entrance are summoned to help break a fight and so I can enter the VIP section freely. 

When I do, I quickly glance over the clients and see Matouš almost immediately. 

He's sitting, sipping his drink and all of his attention is on something in front of him. 

I look at what's so interesting to him and I am met with a set of beautiful brown eyes eyeing me up and down.

My eyes do the same and this lady has me entranced.