Saving The Devil

5. The Boss's Boss

Bradwitt's P.O.V

"Get me a bottle of Vodka and tell Trevor that HE is here."

"Who is here exactly?" Tiffany replied.

Without a second glance, I strode to his booth. I could feel her gazing down my fucking neck instead of doing as she was told.

"Mr. Hitler! Or can I call you Arnof?" By the way his brows rose I could tell the former was correct.

"Firstly Bradwitt, you're standing too close, so close I can see you're fucking breath! And let me tell you -he cocked his head to the left- I do not like what I see!"

I took a couple steps back and bumped into Tiffany, who had just come with my order. "My apologies Mr. Hitler. Vodka?" His only sign of approval was a brief nod as he loosened his jacket and sat. So small a move yet so precise it was and so effective. Just like the fucking stories!

I grabbed 2 glasses from the centre table and as I poured the liquor I couldn't help but glance at the man in front of me. Thee Arnof Hitler, in the flesh! Feared because of his blood line, notorious for his crime as is his loyalty. Man of little forgiveness and even less mercy.

He sat relaxed with a self-satisfied smirk edged in his face, almost as if he could read my mind. Cocky shit, he was making it obvious that compared him I was nothing.

But when he said "Report Bradwitt" I sat up a little straighter, raising my chin. The tables had turned!

"Well, as you know Mr. Hitler. Rowland's -I gestured to the club- is one of most successful sisters. She brings in almost 3 times any other, sells dust by the pound and bitches by the hundred!" That cocky face fell neutral. " I hire potential dancers only but use them as waitresses until needs be, that way I cut back on the dollars we'd lose for the extra staff." I sipped my vodka. "The mayor currently sits in PR6 while the head of the NYPD is in room 8."

"Indeed" What the fuck! That's all he has to say? Indeed?! "And all your staff is of age and up to standard? Not just an easy fuck?"

I felt a muscle twitch, this motherfucker. Maybe it was the shit vodka but now, seeing him in person, he looks like nothing.

Just some 50 year old with alittle too much doe than he deserved.

I was fucking great at my job and no matter his position I'd be damned if some old shit try to put me down!

"All of them" I looked him dead in the eyes.

"My sources said your last hire was over a month ago, a black woman" he sipped.

"That would be correct...Mr Hilter"

"Have her take the stage"

"Surely you'd want a professional to vet. Tonight's lead is Britney and I can personally assu-"

Again he cocked his head and raise his brow "Indeed?" He stood to his full height and slid from the booth, taking the bottle of vodka with him. Carefully he positioned himself so he could see the stage but remain obscure from wondering eyes and continued. "Have your last hire perform lead tonight, to a new song, with new" he searched for the right word "Moves" he decided. "Let's just see how gut deine Frauen ist, ja?" (good your women is, yes?) and with another drink and 2 flicks of his wrist, I was dismissed!

That fucking Nazi shit!

I retreated to my office to blow some steam or should I say get blowed to relieve my stream! "Damn German cocksucker!"

"I have never sucked cock before" Trevor replied flatly.

"Not you, you idiot. Him!"

"Aaam boss. I hate to point out the obvious but, there's nobody there!"

Yeah that's what he wants you to think, I thought to myself while glaring at the seemingly empty booth. Gritting my teeth in anger, I waved away our current conversation.

"We'll just have to wait and see Arnof, won't we?" then I sent a silent prayer to God. This better be good.

When the time came, the lights went out and the beams filled the club. Rachel had just began working my buckle so I tried to relax while she set my mind at ease. But for some strange ass reason -even with the sight of double D's and wild green eyes stuck to me- my mind wouldn't quit.

"Relax Rowland, they won't fuck up it's there usual number, what's there to worry about?"

"It was changed less than 2 hours ago!"

"Really?! And what did Britney have to say about that?" She looked up at me through her lashes, as if she was daring me to retaliate over her assumption while my dick was wrapped in her hands.

Sigh. This petty female bullshit.

"She." I lowered my face "Said. Nothing. I removed her from lead!"

"Well, in that case, let's get you smiling then" with a wink she began taking me to paradise.

If you got a sweet tooth, you can taste my watermelons.
If the swing set bores you, I can show you all my talents.

Shit!

Without even notifying Rachel, I pushed her away and grabbed up my pants as I fumbled forward.

The men were shouting down the place and it was very obvious why.

They were fucking fire!

I heard Rachel mumbling as she approached but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the stage or that new girl. She was everything.

Well well then Arnof, I laughed out loud, who's the boss now?