The Business Man's Son (Wattpad Version)

Becoming a dancer

Landon

The next month, I learned how to dance and strip. Mike worked tirelessly with me, showing me routines and steps. I learned to move my body in a sexy motion, enticing women.

I followed Mike as he stripped slowly. He made sure my moves were fluid when moving across the stage. While I practice, I attended classes. My parents didn't know about my night job, and I didn't tell them.

While I practice with Mike, Flame showed me how to please a woman. Flame showed me how to perform sexual favors with a woman. She also pounded in my head the use of protection. Some guys prefer playing raw, but it was stupid. Getting tested for an STD was a requirement.

Asher showed me the ropes at the club and to who contact, depending on what I needed. He changed a lot since high school. He wasn't the arrogant asshole that he was in high school. Asher didn't ask about Lexie.

After a grueling day of practice, I sat down at the bar.

"Rough day?" Tasha asked, drying a glass.

"I didn't realize how much a dancer does," I said, sighing.

Tasha put a glass down on the car and filled it with liquor.

"I don't drink," I said.

"It's not liquor," Tasha said as she held up a bottle with apple juice in it. I chuckled as I picked up the glass and took a drink.

Asher sat down next to me. "Tasha, give me a bourbon," Asher ordered.

Tasha placed a tumbler in front of Asher and poured bourbon in it. Asher picked up the glass and took a swing.

"What's wrong with you?"  Tasha asked.

"Damn dancers. If they aren't into the junk, I got some guy wanting to shoot their stupid asses," Asher said, drinking his bourbon.

"I don't understand why Candace doesn't cut those guys loose," Tasha said.

"Because Candace answers time Rafe and Rafe makes the call," Asher said. I detected irritation in Asher's tone. He looked at me. "You better rest up, because tonight you dance."

I looked at Asher as Tasha dried glasses. Asher finished his drink and got off the barstool, going back to work.

I finished my juice and left to get some sleep. I didn't know what to expect tonight. I walked into the apartment and went to bed. My phone rang, but I put it on silence. Whoever it was can wait.

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Sergio

I walked into the office and sat down at my desk. I turned on the computer and started typing as files opened. Santino walked into the office and placed a folder on my desk.

"No, no more. I refuse any more cases," I said, accessing files.

"It's not another case. Homeland Security knows that you're planning on retiring after this case. That's information on the current case," Santino told me.

I opened the file and flipped through it. Police were discovering dead males across Detroit. The males were no older than the early twenties.

"Why does this interest me? Let the police do their job," I said.

Santino put his palm on the desktop and leaned forward.

"Look deeper. All the males have a connection," Santino mentioned.

I flipped through the file and noticed the deceased were dancers. I looked at Santino as Santino gave me a knowing look.

"Call the undercover agent," I said as Santino nodded. He left my office as I pulled up a file and added some information. I finished and sat back in my office chair, reading through the data. Most deaths were ruled accidental overdose from the police. Nothing is linking the person to the ends.