The Criminal (Storms Book 2)

Chapter One

The club was packed, and the strobe lights were giving Slick a headache. He sat at his usual table across the club and counted his money. If you ever needed to know only one thing about Jesse Slick it was that he loved money. He lived so long without it and now he would never let anyone get in his way to obtain more. When Mathias asked him if he would take over the old club on the south side- Slick jumped at the opportunity. His only stipulation was that he would gain complete control of this side of the city. Mathias had given him the club, and the control. Being Mathias's second in command, and his must trusted sharpshooter had its perks.

When Slick got his hands on the club, it was almost out of business. It was the one investment that Mathias didn't care much about. It was on the busiest street on the south side, and it was one of many businesses. Sixth street was perfect for a strip club. Mathias owned the whole street, and if you didn't pay up when the time was right, he would send Slick. His most trusted, and the only one he knew wouldn't stiff him out of the money. Slick soon turned the place from a shitty bar into the strip club it now is, and the money just kept rolling in. All of the strippers here doubled as prostitutes. A few of them even helped Slick move drugs across state lines. Slick wasn't an average drug dealer; he only dealt in bulk, and he tried to keep it as quiet as he could. He didn't need extra eyes on him.

Slick put his money in a lockbox and took it upstairs into his office. Half of it was going to Mathias, and the rest was to be distributed amongst his workers. Slick heard through the grapevine that the baker at the end of the street was dealing coke. This is Slick's territory, and he couldn't have that. Well, long story short Slick now had some new bloody clothes, and a stash of money to hide away.

A knock on the door pulled Slick out of his thoughts, and the door creaked open. Blonde hair came into sight, and Slick smirked. It was Brandy; one of many strippers at the club. Slick knew she wanted to fuck him again, and he leaned back on his desk.

"Slick, I'm gonna leave soon." Brandy smirked. "I wanted to know if you needed anything before I left."

She was gorgeous. Tall with long blonde hair, and huge tits. Slick usually wouldn't fuck the women that worked for him, but sometimes he had to make an exception. Brandy was exactly his type of woman, easy and expendable. She came closer, and her heels clicked on the floor. Slick stared at her long legs and knew that within a few minutes they would be over his shoulders. She wore only a pink bikini that made her tits look amazing.

"I think I do need something actually." His gruff voice rang out, and reached for her waist and pushed her against the wall. Slick kissed her neck and licked her ear. She moaned and pulled on his hair- hard.

He grinned and yanked her bikini top off. Slick liked rough sex, and she knew that. He didn't feel like taking his time right now; he's had a rough week, and he needed her to take it out on. He leaned his head back and stared at her breasts. She leaned in and tried to kiss his lips, but Slick turned his head to the side and buried it in her breasts. She moaned and arched her back.

Another knock on the door interrupted them, and Slick groaned. Lately, he couldn't get a moment of peace. He'd been busy all week with moving drugs to New York. Slick didn't mind hard work; not in the slightest, but he felt like he was the only one doing any work at all.

Slick tucked his shirt back in his pants and pouted. By the knock on the door, he could tell it was Mathias.

"I'm sorry, Brandy," Slick sighed. "I'll make it up to you another time."

She nodded and ran her hand over his chest seductively. "I'll hold you to it."

Slick took one last look in the mirror before opening the door. Mathias would be angry that Slick was still fooling around with random girls. He wanted Slick to marry and have children; it was time for him to grow up. Slick had other plans. He was twenty-five and was far too young to marry in his mind. Just because Mathias had gotten married at eighteen didn't mean that Slick needed to settle down.

Slick opened the door and immediately was greeted with an irritated look. Brandy smirked nervously and slid out the door. Mathias took one look at Brandy and then diverted his attention back to Slick. He rolled his eyes and pushed into Slick's office. He brought two giants oafs with him, as usual. Slick grew vexed, but he ignored it. The office was a lot cleaner than it would typically be. He only uses this office to speak with Mathias on private affairs, so normally it's just a place for him to throw all his stuff. Mathias waved his goons away and closed the door.

Slick leaned against his desk. He knew he was going to get scolded. Mathias pushed his gray hair out of his face, and took his jacket off and set it over the back of the chair.

Mathias let out a deep breath and shook his head. "I expect better of you. You know that I'm getting close to retiring and I'll be handing this business over to you. I don't want to see it go to shambles because you can't keep your dick in your pants."

"How is getting laid going to effect this? I'm not the only guy that's fucked girls and ran a business."

Mathias has been married for over twenty years, and he believed in the old rules. Get married, have kids, and don't fuck random girls. Slick had the opposite approach. He did whatever he wanted; whenever he wanted.

"This isn't a normal business, and you know that. Women can make things complicated. They can grow jealous, and that isn't acceptable. Jealous women make complications. They run to the police, and before you know it you're in jail. I'm not difficult with you for no reason Jesse." Slick cringed at hearing his first name, and Mathias put his hand on Slick's shoulder. "You are more of a son to me than my own sons. Don't make me regret my decision of putting you first in line."

"You won't regret it. You know that." Slick sighed; not wanting to continue this conversation. It's better to let Mathias win and just ignore him. This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, and Slick was sure it wouldn't be the last.

"I'm not so sure sometimes, Jesse." Mathias declared.

Mathias is the only person Slick let call him by his first name. If anyone else called him by his first name, he'd rip their head off, and stomp on it. Mathias was more of a father to him than his own father, and he treated Slick better than his own father did. Mathias was the only person that Slick respected, and as much as he didn't want to admit it- loved enough to know something so personal about him. Only a handful of people knew slick's real name.

"Why are you here?" Slick snapped; growing angrier as the time went on.

"I need you to collect tonight. That restaurant across the street isn't paying up. Their boss is a real fuck up, and he owes me fifteen grand." Mathias leaned in closer, and whispered, "don't end him, Slick. I mean it. Just rough him up a little, and get the money."

Slick nodded, "I won't do anything stupid; I promise." Slick stood, and grabbed his coat. "I'll get the money, and I'll be right back."

Mathias nodded and sat down at Slick's desk. If that was anyone other than Mathias they would be dead right now. Slick shook his head and made his way out the door. He wanted to get this over with and meet back up with Brandy. It's right across the street, and it shouldn't take more than a few minutes.

Or so he thought.....

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Here is the second book, and I'm sorry the first chapter is short. The next one will be longer. I just wanted you to meet Slick first.

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