periculo
"dangerous"
Plinio's POV:
"Sixty degrees from your right!"
The chirpy voice of Logan booms through the microphone in my ear and I grit my teeth. He gets this much excited every Thursday night when it's time to play the midnight game and honestly, it is exasperating.
But then who wouldn't be excited when you are buying weeds.
I go over the faces of the people on my right that are being illuminated by the blue and green lights of the club. It is difficult to recognize someone and the club's atmosphere is completely different on a Thursday night too.
People are actually talking in light whispers instead of loud discussions and arguments. Slow electronic music is playing in the background instead of blaring rap songs. There isn't any hot and sexy and almost naked woman dancing in the middle, but, wait.
There is a hot and sexy but not dancing girl sitting at the corner all by herself.
Her eyes meet mine once they feel my stare. They are dark, dark like midnight sky, and I almost drown in those huge orbs. They reflect the blue and green lights of the club and look back at me with such intensity that it is hard to look away.
She doesn't even blink once. Slowly she brings the glass of red wine near her plump glossy lips and sips. The red liquid drops down her chin but she licks it clean with her tongue.
Instinctively, I gulp and blink at which she smiles and flicks her jet black hair over her shoulder. I notice two bodyguards standing by both of her sides. Rich daddy's girls are always trouble. I bring my attention back to the task at hand.
After five more minutes of searching, I finally find the four men I was looking for .
"Found them," I whisper through mic to Logan.
He gives me the basic instructions for my behavior which he tells me every time I come for this 'other' job of mine.
I walk towards them with my chin held high. As I get closer to them, their appearance becomes more conspicuous. I have dealt with them two months ago and they are still as burly as ever. I see them laugh over something and not surprisingly though, but their teeth as yellow as they've ever been.
I know how much Logan pays them for weed. The least these f***ers can do is get a dental appointment. Their breath must be stinking as always too. No wonder why Logan makes me do all of his dirty work. Especially this fourth one.
The most sober man out of those four, Adam, is the first to notice me. He alerts his partners and they give up drinking. Except Clay.
Clay, or Cranky Clay as I like to refer him, is that boy whom Charlie saw me beating once. He's in his early twenties judging by his absurd behavior and nonsensical attitude and the shitty body build.
"Look who's here," the mentioned cranky person drawls as he pours some more whiskey in his glass.
"Take the money, give the weed. I'll be gone before you know it," I dictate rather sternly and forward the money towards Adam.
Adam is the only one of these four who doesn't irritate me and doesn't stray from the task. He asks me to sit with them and have a drink but I politely decline with a curt nod.
"Mind your attitude, mister shirt and tie." Cranky Clay drawls once again and I see a spray of golden strewing out of his mouth.
I'm glad I'm not too close to him.
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Teen Fiction| a boy stuck between who he was, who he has become & who he could be | Plinio Murray or as he prefers to be called, Nio, is a bully. He picks fights with anyone for no reason. He is cruel. His face is scarred. He is savage. His hits nearly killed a...
