Ezekiel

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•──⋅☾ Ezekiel ☽⋅──•

It was only a month later. Music was booming through the nightclub. While the neon lights flash on and off from the inside of the building. I was invited to a soiree that was being hosted by my father who was on his retirement vacation. I at first was going to refuse the invitation but if I got something out of it then perhaps I could work with what was coming. I watched the road through the factory tinted windshield as I rounded the vehicle around the corner. As the time read midnight. I gave a final sigh right as I parked the car in front of the club. Women from everywhere were being let in by the bouncer, Sylvester, who stood guard at the front of the club.

Only those who respect my family were invited. Hearing my second hand, Ares, whoop from up on the vehicle's sunroof. "Alright. Get your ass back in here." I made it known to him. He stopped what he was doing and plopped himself into the backseat. "Is this the place?" Ares asked through a raised eyebrow, while I gave him that known look in the mirror. "Don't be stupid. Of course it is." Rick, one of my friends, comments, while playfully slapping Ares upside the head. I couldn't hold back a laugh while hearing them laughing in the back through their bantering. "Alright, boys. That's enough." I said, clearly. It was more of a demand. While they both looked at me. I had opened the driver's side door and got out.

Taking in a breath of the city air. It wasn't news to me that my father would try to get me to come to one of his shakedown soirees. Ares, Rick and I had walked over to Sylvester. While I saluted him he let us in with no problems. He had been loyal to my family for years ever since I had been a child.

Seeing that he had once served my father when he was boss. I had taken my father's rightful spot in the same position. It was only eleven years ago when I was made kingpin of the mafia. Many are aware of what it means, but we as an organization are the most feared throughout all of mother Russia. Many places around the world fear for what we do. We sell to those who are addicts to the pleasure of buying themselves what they so desire. But we all know how that usually ends up. I made my way through the club with Ares and Rick trailing me from behind. "Well, well. Look who made it." Spoke, Ivan, my uncle in our language. Stopping to greet us, as he held that well known smell. The scent of booze and sex. He respectfully kissed me on both cheeks, as I responded with the same. "Uncle, you look well. Good to see you." I said, while Rick pats my shoulder from behind. "I'm gonna go grab us a few drinks." He says, in clear english. I watch him walk over to the bar. "Does he not speak Russian well?" Asked Ivan, as I walk with him with Ares tailing us. I could tell he was keeping his eyes open for anything that went rogue throughout the party.

"He does. He's just lazy." I said to him and Ivan smirked. "Good to see that you're back in action, my nephew." He replied, ushering over to where he was seated in one of the booths. Strippers were waiting down tables left and right. My father definitely had a thing for watching them as they did. I took my rightful place on one side of the booth, while Ares sat right beside me. "So, my father decided to invite his own son to his own soiree. Yet he is loafing off like he usually does." I spoke, and a waitress came over and served us our drinks. She was looking good from my point of view. "How are we doing, gentlemen?" Orella questioned, setting our drinks on the table. "Divine." I honestly said, while she looked at me. "Good mood does stir up the pot, huh?" She replied and Ares agreed, "lucky for me the only thing stirring up my pants." Ivan looked at him and scoffed. "You are but a boy wanting to become a man, yes?" He questioned and Ares acted like he was offended. He was being playful about it. Raising his hand to his head dramatically, "whatever will I do to become a man?" he spoke.

Orella saw this from him and winked. "I think I know a few things that you could try, sugar." She replied to him. Going to do her job, but before she did she whispered to me."Meet me in the backroom in an hour." And this caught my interest. Seeing that she knew I was eating her up with my eyes. Ares looked confused and my uncle couldn't help himself but choke on his cigar. "She's a good looker." He said, while Ares drinks down his shot. "Are you kidding me? She's fucking hot as hell." Ares comments.

Only two hours. After meeting with Orella in the backroom. I walked out of the room and fixed my suit. My father had not shown up. I was starting to get impatient. Because if I knew anything, he was good at wasting my time. But I thought to just spend the night having the time of my life with the women who were around. My uncle would be drunk and on the dance floor with Rick, both of them were singing. I have seen him drunk before. I kept thinking that my father was just trying to waste my night by making me impatient. I wasn't one to have the patience when it came to him and his jokes. The joke he often makes is the one I hate the most.