Lucky's (Mis)Fortune (MXMXMXM)

Lucky's (Mis)Fortune: CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

"Where are we going now?" I ask, breaking the tense silence that had taken over when Mr. Sawyer came back inside the car, his expression and overall demeanor overly serious and rigid.

He hadn't said a word and if I had to guess, he was thinking deeply about something. I could see that pieces were turning in his brain, trying to work something out. I could only wonder what it was as I waited for a response from him or the other two. Did it have something to do with the man who he handed the drugs to? Well, that had to be it, the way that they had both turned to look at the car and his expression instantly couldn't be read was a dead giveaway. He looked like he wanted to end something, or someone, or perhaps the whole world. 

"We're going to one of the clubs Khael owns," Aiden answers. 

I see the stiff smile he sends looking through the rearview mirror and I return it. Defeated, I lean back on the seat and look out the window. If they didn't want to talk (which they clearly didn't) then they didn't have to. They don't owe me that, they don't owe me anything.

We arrive less than ten minutes later and Mr. Sawyer still didn't seem to be in the mood to speak. I feel relieved when Aiden comes to my side and puts his arm around me, comforting me from being in this strange place.  

I have never been at a club or bar before, between not even being at the legal age to drink yet and not having the time to do that--coming to a club with friends. I was still 17 when my parents passed so I guess I never got to that stage in life when I felt like drinking illegally behind their backs. I  also never necessarily felt as if I needed to come to a place like this, per say. I have been too focused on money and school for the past couple of years that it never crossed my mind.

One step inside and I knew I hated it.

The smell of alcohol nearly makes me gag, since it was too strong and the lights are blinding. The only thing I enjoy is the loud noise, distracting, that's what I like about it but the way that it pulses through the whole building is quick to annoy me.

I wince at all these feelings hitting me at once and step impossibly closer to Aiden as he guides me. I glance back at the slightest, wondering where Eliott and Mr. Sawyer were. They were two step behind us, looking around the place, concern in their faces. It was as if they were expecting something to go wrong, it makes stomach churn and makes me gulp with anxiety.

Not soon enough, we reach a quiet hallway. Although the pulsing of the music could still be felt and the sound was muffled, it was much better here. I scan the rooms around us as we stop, all of them were labeled but not by number, names. There was Britanny #1, Xavier #15, Erika #24, those were the ones around us. Of course, I has to wonder what they all meant.

Mr. Sawyer steps up in front and opens one of the doors, full of authority. I peak inside as the others goin. It was an office; a desk, chairs, a bookshelf just like the ones at the warehouse. This office had more personality to it, more decorations around and it was painted a navy blue. A man was inside too, making some type of annotations in a piece of paper.

He looks startled once he realizes that someone was inside his office but then smiles and stands up at the (what I would assure) familiar faces. 

"Khael!" He exclaims before looking at the others. "Eliott, Aiden," then his eyes land on me and one of his eyebrows rise up, looking me up and down curiously. "And?"

I look at the others. Their faces express approval so I respond. "Jordan."

Before the man in tight clothes and red dyed hair can say anything, Mr. Sawyer speaks. "Is there any trouble around here lately, Rowan?"

"Down to business as always, I see," the man laughs, revealing a charming smile accompanied by dimples on his cheeks. 

He takes a seat, inviting the rest of us to do the same but there were only three chairs. Eliott and Mr. Sawyer took a seat but for the last spot, Aiden and I fought on who should take it. Eventually, Eliott pulled Aiden onto his lap and I had to take the seat. The action made me blush, flustered but everyone else moved on quickly, finding the event to be normal.