Red

CHAPTER 41.

Lorenzo

Short intense flashes from the strobe lights extended across the dark club, it darkens my mood further than it already is when I drifted my gaze around the very same building Artem and his little bitches shot up few months ago and capture the boss.

His location was non existing and with Nava sitting across from me, his fucking existence was increasing the annoyance which I failed to show.

Chief Nava's one job and one job only in the Black's family rackets was to keep up his end of the bargain, I guess I was expecting too much.

He had been slacking off in giving me what I fucking wanted loyalty, plain and simple. Instead, he summarized it as forgetfulness.

Enzo Black the man who trained me to take over this empire, the closest thing I'd ever had to a father always told me to trust my gut.

And as the head of a criminal organization, evaluation and calculated perception were tools I used like weapons. Every situation had its its signs, its lies waiting to be revealed.

That equivocation was staring me dead in the face. I knew the little blonde fucker was playing with me, but for now, I would grant him the shadow of a doubt. Just for now.

I dragged the blunt to my lips, lit it, and let the smoke curl up as I draped an arm over the leather couch.

I spread my thighs behind the glass table, Fire, Rafael, Axel, and Nava watching, waiting.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips as the two busty strippers worked their routine, shaking their large tits like they owned the place. But I barely noticed they were a distraction, nothing more.

"You do realize you all have baby mommas at home who I'm pretty sure would not be pleased with your current... focus," I said, eyes scanning each of them.

Fire scoffed, tossing back his liquor, eyes narrowing. "What can I say? Tits have always been my weakness..."

Rafael rolled his eyes, puffing on his cigar. "Lorenzo, don't even start. You think we haven't seen how that little nanny's got you wrapped around her finger?"

Nava grinned, arms folding across his chest. "I can't lie, I'm not surprised."

Axel chuckled while he knock back his drink, eyes still on the strippers who were both sliding down the pool and landed in a deep split.

"Goddamn..." He whispered.

"That little nanny has nothing to do with you, and by the way, why the fuck are you guys watching me. I didn't hire you fuckers to watch me like some pussy."

The strong smoke of weed calmed me down as I withdraw the blunt and pour out the liquor before me into a glass.

My mind taking a turn to the little dark skin woman who holds the power over the anger that I still had towards her.

I didn't know why, but since the day I met her, there has been this need to challenge her. I loved the way she stood her ground. Not many persons have spine or gut even in the face of danger and I admire her strength. I needed a woman like her. Someone bold. Someone cut fucking throat. Someone who can challenge me enough to earn my respect.

I was never one to entertain a strong sense of interest towards something.

But when it comes unto her...

The intensity of my gaze demanded her dark hazel eyes to meet mine. Without them I'd go insane.

That dusky brunette skin of hers is too worthy for the dark thoughts that I have towards her, it wanted to kiss along the surface and have her coming un-fucking-done on the dangerous thing in between my thighs.