The Drug Lord (Under Rework)

Chapter 4:

While Jack ate Dark sat up in his office twirling a switchblade in hand as he watched over his computer's screen. He had one of his men help apply the final edits to the video they had recorded and Dark sent it off to Jack's parents. But as the minutes passed Dark grew more and more annoyed.
People usually responded within seconds of receiving a video like this especially with their child being the one involved.

"These fuckers..." About 10 minutes had passed and there was still no response from Jack's parents. Dark was starting to believe that these people didn't care about what happened to their child. Jack was nearly a perfect son, getting straight A's in school and never once getting into any kind of trouble. It was clear that Jack was headed to great things one day... yet his parents seemed perfectly okay with letting him die at the hands of a Drug Lord.

Dark tried to focus on a different task to let the time pass, answering emails and calling a few of his clients back. But his mind kept drifting back to Jack and the idea of his parents completely abandoning him was leaving him stressed. He was staring at his computer screen waiting for a response more than he was actually getting any sort of work completed.
Dark groaned as he shut down his computer and picked his phone back up, deciding to call over some company since it was clear he wasn't going to actually accomplish anything while waiting around for Jack's parents to respond.

It only took a couple of minutes for the company to arrive, a small group of mostly female strippers that Dark usually called up for "employee moral boosts." Once he was notified that they were all set up in the stage room Dark got up from his desk and went to Jack's room.

He knocked on the door to make sure Jack was aware someone was coming before he opened the door.

Jack was sitting on the bed humming softly, clearly just trying to do something to pass the time. "Oh.. hello Dark," Jack greeted cautiously. He was clearly confused as to why Dark was suddenly visiting him, but Jack didn't entirely mind. It was incredibly boring sitting around with nothing to do.
"Hello," Dark chuckled as he walked over and grabbed the empty plate Jack's lunch had been on. With a snap of his fingers someone rushed in and took the plate from Dark before hurrying away, Dark returning his attention to Jack. "Do you want to come out for a bit? I hired some entertainment for everyone."
"Entertainment...?"
"Exotic dancers."

Jack's cheeks blushed, he had only seen people of that profession on tv shows or movies. It didn't feel entirely appropriate for him to join Dark and his employees to watch a group of people dance around stripper poles... but at this point anything was better than sitting alone in a room with nothing to do.
The pinkness coming to Jack's pale cheeks brought a chuckle out of Dark before he offered his hand, "Come on, it'll be fun I promise."

Dark didn't think Jack was going to be brave enough to take his hand, but to his surprise Jack did. Dark helped him to his feet, giving Jack's hand a little squeeze before leading Jack to the stage room.

It was a small room with red wallpaper and chairs spread throughout the room. A bar lined the entire back wall with a man stood behind the counter serving drinks. At the front of the room was a small stage with a few poles set up along with colorful neon lights. Most of the room was rather dim, it made the lights on stage stand out more - caused the dancer's outfits to sparkle.

"Here..." Dark directed Jack to one of the front row chairs. He noticed that while there weren't very many people in the room, no one else was sitting in the front row. He wondered if they were seats reserved for Dark only. "I'll get us both something to drink." Dark made his way to the bar leaving Jack sitting there staring up at the two women and two men who were currently dancing on the stage.

"Hey there sweetheart~"
One of the women had knelt down at the very edge of the stage in attempt to meet Jack's eyes. She was absolutely beautiful, vibrant green eyes and bright red hair that was definitely not a natural shade. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" While he didn't exactly find women to be... arousing... it was hard to ignore the fact that the woman was only wearing what appeared to be red lingerie and heels.
He felt increasingly more embarrassed, almost wanting to cover his eyes from the sight but was positive that doing so would be seen as rude.