Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 21

~Chris's P.O.V.~

It had been months since that little incident at the hospital. I had cut everybody off and went out on my own, spreading my silent pain throughout the city until there was nothing left. I had turned everything upside down looking for any possible clue as to who would do this and why, but every stone that I had looked under so far ended up being a waste of time.

Turns out, King was very well known, very respected, and very feared. Along with Doni. People were too scared of them to ever even think about coming their way, with the exception of one soon-to-be-dead motherfucker.

Right now I was on my way to a club where King's "Left Hand Man" resided. And yes, I am not of age to get in yet, but while going through some of King's paperwork I found some information that may knock all of that extra bullshit off a cliff. A while back, King had called up every single one of her locations, gave them a description of me, and let them know that if I was ever to show up and say a specific set of words, I was to be allowed in and granted full access.

Though, her title, or power, or thrown -whatever the hell- was passed down to Doni when she died, I doubt Doni would've changed anything. But, if she did, I could always just drop a few more bodies for her to clean up. Doesn't really matter to me.

I hopped out of the Jeep and walked up to the front of the line. There were plenty of people that spoke their minds about me "cutting the line", but let's be real here. If I had the time to show them what cutting an entire line of people actually looked like, I would have.

And I'm the teenager. Tuh.

The man before me was your typical security guard. Big and buff with an all black suit. The nigga looked like he walked straight out of Men In Black, minus the glasses.

He looked down at me silently before chuckling a little, bending down and putting his hands on his knees.

"And who might you be?" He cooed.

My face remained neutral, as well as my emotions. I'm not even that short, this nigga's just too tall.

"Il piccola Principe" I spoke in a bored tone.

His laughter came to an immediate halt and his eyes grew wide.

'Yeah, you Jolly Green Giant built fucker.'

He rose from his position and straightened his top before unhooking the thick rope and ushering me in.

"My apologies, Miss Jackson. I don't know what came over me. It will never happen again." He rambled.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I walked passed.
"You are so fired"

A loud "what" followed by a crash could be heard from behind me, but I could care less. I had somebody to find.

Upon walking in, I was absorbed into this thick cloud of smoke. The room smelled like a mixture of weed, some kind of chemical, and sex.

Hot. Sweaty. Sex.

The music playing through the speakers was more of something you could vide to, which would make sense seeing as most of the people here were stoned out of their minds rather than drunk off of their asses. There were multiple stages throughout the club, each with a stripper and her pole, but the biggest stage was all the way in the back and about three times the size of the others.

I was looking for a girl named Katia. She was suppose to have the information I needed on the person that had King killed. The only problem was, I didn't know what she looked like.

A frustration filled sigh left my lips as I made my way to the bar. Upon sitting down, a dark-skinned woman about a few inches taller than me popped up from behind the bar. She wore a cropped muscle tee and black leather pants