Arranged Marriage

~Chapter Three~

Chapter Three~ Night Club

Clubs are always busy and packed, and I love it. Squeezing through a crowd of sweaty people, I made my way over to the VIP area where Luke, Ken and Jonathon sat. They were watching a group of girls at the bar, who were obviously flirting with them from a distance.

"She leaves nothing to the imagination." Ken shouted as I settled myself and looked in the direction he was pointing.

"She takes cash and cheques. Doesn't go below 3 grand." I explained.

"Sort of cheap. I can get what she offers for free." He laughed, leaning back and continued to watch the red head in the skin tight black dress that didn't really cover her rear end. It had a huge cut in the back that stopped at her lower back. The straps were thin. An easy slip off and on. Or just pull over the head.

I shook my head. "If you say so." 

Friday nights were the best time to go clubbing. After a hard day at school or work, just relieve your stress by enjoying some good music and wild vibes.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Sir, they are here." The security guard told me.

"Escort them to my office. I'll join in a few." I told him as I got up and straighten myself. I nodded at the others and Jonathon followed. My right hand man, Luke on the left. Ken decided to stay and keep his eyes on the fox he's about to capture. Not sure why he thinks that it'll be a challenge. She will lay with anyone as long as they have the cash. Heck, she even cheers for the other team.

Strolling along up to the second floor, the security guard from earlier held the door open for us.

"Benny!" I opened my arms to greet the middle age man standing in the middle of my office staring through the wall-like window at the dance floor below. He turned around, opening his arms with a huge smile on his face, "My boys!"

We each gave him a small hug before sitting in the side lounge area. There was a black leather couch with two arm chairs on either side facing the wall-like window. There was a glass table in the center. Red carpet lined the floor, connecting with Asian theme walls. I tried to have it look like those classy bars in the movies. Paintings on the walls, a mini-bar over the left corner of the large room. I liked it.

"It's been three months Noah." he began. Sipping his drink lightly. He continued, "This place is doing better than I expected. Not only have you changed the design, you changed the theme. You changed everything!" He was pleased. Good.

"You and your boys have a vision. One that, even though I can't see it, I like it already. Three fucking months and this place is booming!" He slapped me in the back. Damn.

"Thanks Ben." I replied.

Ben is around 58 years old. He's quite the dealer. He owns and controls over 50 clubs in LA, along with some other business in other places I don' care about. The previous owner of this joint sort of, disappeared. I happen to run into the old hag a few months back. I was attending to some issues on behalf of my father. Ben was a client. He told me that I had potential. An eye that can be used in both worlds. He gave me an opportunity to prove that I have skills and I did. I turned four run down, whore house into decent night clubs and restaurants within three months. With the assistance of the twins, of course. Although Luke was against it in the beginning, he started warming up to the idea of owning this place, and having Ben being a shareholder. A very pest-like shareholder.

"What brings you by?" Jonathon voiced the question that has been lingering in the room.

Ben let out a light, cynical chuckle and drank the remaining content in his glass. Here's what we've been waiting for boys.