Little Butterfly

Chapter 34 - The Predator

The Predator~

As we make our way through the club, we spot a prominent man in the back VIP section. His imposing figure noticeable with a scar running down his right eye, giving him a rugged appearance makes it easier to identify him as no one else but Roland. Despite his muscular upper body, his legs are surprisingly thin, which contrasts sharply with his robust torso. It's almost comical how disproportionate he looks-like someone who consistently skips leg day at the gym.

I can't help but stifle a chuckle to myself at the sight. "Looks like buddy decided to skip legs day," I mutter under my breath to Mike, who stifles a grin beside me.

"Yeah, those legs are something else," Mike replies quietly, amusement dancing in his eyes as we continue to observe Roland from a distance.

I glance at Mike, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth as we observe Roland from afar. "If I ever played football with him," I joke quietly, "those legs might just fly off."

Mike lets out a low chuckle, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he definitely needs to work on his lower body," he replies, his voice tinged with amusement.

Despite the humor in the situation, we remain focused on our mission. Roland may have skipped leg day, but he's still a formidable figure in the criminal underworld. We need to approach this carefully, gathering information and planning our next move to ensure we capitalize on this opportunity to strike against him and his organization.

Roland sits in the back VIP section surrounded by three female dancers, each vying for his attention. One of them sits provocatively on his lap, her movements suggestive and intimate, while the other two flank him on either side, their bodies close and alluring. Roland appears engrossed in their company, chatting casually with two other men seated before him.

As Mike and I observe from a discreet distance, it's clear that Roland enjoys the luxuries of his position-power, influence, and the company of beautiful women. His demeanor is relaxed yet commanding, a testament to his status in the criminal underworld. Despite his apparent indulgence, we know he remains a dangerous adversary, and we must proceed with caution in our approach.

I exchange a glance with Mike, silently conveying our readiness to gather intel and formulate our next steps. The scene before us is a snapshot of the clandestine world we navigate-a world of opulence and danger, where alliances are forged and rivalries are deadly. Roland's presence here tonight offers us a rare opportunity, one we cannot afford to squander.

I ponder how best to capture Roland's attention, waiting patiently for the opportune moment. Gesturing to Mike to keep his distance, I nod as he heads towards the blonde dancer from earlier, seamlessly blending into the club's vibrant ambiance.

Approaching the private bar, I order a whiskey, taking a moment to update Bryan discreetly via text before returning my phone to my pocket. From the corner of my eye, I notice Roland and his companions moving towards the table pool. Their confident strides suggest a familiar routine, a regular part of their club experience.

I observe as they play, Roland proving himself the adept player I anticipated. The game unfolds with precision, Roland's skill evident in each calculated move. They complete two rounds, Roland grinning triumphantly at his victories while I finish my drink, preparing to make my move.

"Care for a round with me?" I propose, catching Roland's attention as he turns towards me. His gaze lingers, evaluating me with a hint of curiosity before agreeing.

"Sure, go ahead," Roland replies, his voice carrying a note of challenge. The two other men slowlt retreat back.

Initially, Roland takes the lead, sinking balls with practiced ease. As the game progresses, I showcase my own skills, matching his shots with increasing determination. Our competitive exchange intensifies, the table pool becoming a subtle battleground of strategy and observation.