LUXURE

31. IT'S ALL GONE WRONG

*TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains sexually abusive scenes, violence, and crude language, please read at your own risk.* 

Thankfully, the alcohol that was flowing through my veins calmed my nerves a bit. Ben kept his arm around me as he guided me through the curtains unveiling a dark room with about 20 men huddled around talking to one another. A few of the men sat around a circle table and from what Giovanni showed me, these were the "leaders" of the pact. 

Ben greeted a few of the guys as he guided me over to the table where the men were sitting and talking. There were some papers and empty beer bottles covering the top of the table. Ben sat down at the end of the booth, he patted a spot on his leg, inviting me to sit on his lap. I internally groaned as I complied with a smile. 

"Who's this?" I looked at the man who had asked the question. He had dark hair that fell on his shoulders and slight stubble across his jaw. His facial expression looked angry but by his heavy eyelids I could tell he was quite a few drinks in. I looked at him, trying to remember the name attached to his picture, I must have stared a little longer than I should have as he tilted his head and a smirk spread across his face. I felt my cheeks turn red as I turned my attention back to Ben. He had his hand on my upper thigh and squeezed lightly as he talked to the other men at the table. 

"To answer your question, Miguel, I don't believe the cargo was delivered yet." One of the men said to the man with scars on his face.

"How many?" The man named Miguel asked.

"I believe 200 G's."  An evil smile spread across Miguel's face. As they were talking about something I was busy pretending to be infatuated with Ben and drunk. I swayed slightly and let my hands leave heavy trails on his muscular arms as I leaned my head on his. Hopefully this asshole doesn't have lice. 

I scanned the room and watched as a few men made out with women who were sitting on their laps. The women had bleach blonde hair and wore nearly next to nothing, but then again, I also wore next to nothing so I'm not one to judge.

"Alright listen. I want as much dirt on Russo as you can find. He stole our dealer now we're out of arms. He's buying property through this city before it even goes up for grabs. Theoretically he's pushing us out of our own fucking territory." Miguel's voice was booming with anger. His eyes scanned the group of men, locking with mine a few times. "If we don't stop his deals, we're done for boys." Miguel locked eyes with me and stared at me intently.

"Actually, Miguel, we have some new information. We had some insiders at the club..." The man with glasses to his right was cut off as Miguel spoke loudly, keeping direct eye contact with me.

"Why don't you go get us a bottle of tequila, puta." Now, I never learned Spanish, but I knew that word was used as a negative slur. I pretended to be clueless as I raised one eyebrow before looking at Ben who was still holding my thigh. 

Ben looked at me and patted my leg before leaning closer to my ear and whispering. 

"If you don't mind, get us a bottle of tequila, put it on our tab." he leaned back and smirked at me. 

Actually, I do fucking mind, I would rather not be the club bitch, I thought to myself. I smiled at him as I kissed his neck, leaving a deep red lipstick kiss on him. 

"Gotta mark my territory." I whispered in his ear as I watched Miguel out of the corner of my eye. I let my hand graze across his crotch as I stood up and winked at him. I walked slowly, swaying my hips. I purposely pretended to drunkenly stumble into a man who was making out with one of the other women in the room.