Abigor watched as the man with dark blonde hair sat beside him while clutching onto a redhead’s hair, kissing the life out of her as disgusting moans filled the air of the cold VIP room of his club.
“Can you fucking stop?”
Abigor snapped as he downed his entire glass of whiskey and turned to look at Karl, sitting beside him, doing his research on a computer.
The blonde man groaned at this and pushed the redhead off him. He plopped back on the comfortable couch as he saw her absconding away.
He chuckled as he lit a cigarette and gave out a careless smoke “Come on Abigor, live a little”
“Fucking stop. I came here to talk to you about something important, but you are busy whoring around like usual” Abigor grunted in anger as he snapped his fingers for another bottle of whiskey.
He was over the edge the whole day, the look of Aria’s swollen red eyes looking up at him helplessly, haunted him. And the slight possibility that he was maybe the one who caused it, wasn’t doing him any good.
But he didn’t understand, what did he do to make her cry? He hadn’t done anything remotely unkind to her yet.
A tall woman with charcoal hair walked towards them while swinging her hips sensually, holding a whiskey bottle that Abigor had ordered.
“Oh come on man, don’t be so rude” the blonde man said while staring at the woman and winking at her flirtatiously. She blushed but she had set her eyes on the dark-haired man with sharp features, Abigor.
She bent down in front of him while smirking mischievously as Abigor rolled his eyes and looked at Karl angrily “I told you to get these hoes out of here for today”
Karl gulped as he looked up from his laptop “There are a lot of customers today” he said, looking below at the crowded dance floor.
The woman laughed confidently while closing in on him and tracing his coat with her manicured nails “Mr Hayes please, I can show you a good time”
The blonde man smirked and watched the scene with curious eyes.
Abigor lost it. Right then and there.
He pulled out his gun from his holster belt while removing the security, he dug the gun at the woman’s forehead with his jaw clenched in intense rage “FUCK OFF BEFORE I BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF”
The woman’s eyes widened in fear as she quickly scurried back and disappeared from their sight. Abigor sighed and put his gun back while taking off his coat and throwing it away in disgust “fucking whores” he mumbled.
“Come on, they are just doing their job. You should try playing the field, it’s fun” the man beside him said carelessly while patting Abigor’s back. Abigor glared at him as he raised his hand in surrender.
“Shut the fuck up Ben, I’m not here for this shit”
That’s why Abigor never liked going to clubs, the people here just fucked with his head. But he needed to discuss some things with Benjamin and this fucker was always found in either clubs or strip joints.
“Ok, ok I’m sorry. I’m listening” Ben said as he kept his liquor glass down and sat straight with serious eyes. The dark setting and uneven colorful lights of the clubs reflected Abigor’s grave face.
Benjamin Antonoff, a man with curly dark blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. He was famous for his sneaky tricks to steal information and was also a famous drug smuggler around the area.
“It’s about the Spanish Mafia” Abigor sighed while massaging his temple as a burst of low laughter rumbled beside him. He turned to look at Ben laughing humorously while slapping his thigh.
“Did they attack? I knew that the Hayes-Paulo pact was no good”
“Shut the fuck up and listen first” Abigor gritted out as Benjamin’s laughter subsided and he started listening again.
“Their head of security Salvador Paulo is dead, and their current head Silverio Paulo, older brother of Salvador is going crazy to find the killer”
Ben nodded and quietly watched the ice melting away in the glass of whiskey “What’s it to us?”
“They wanted my help. . .” Ben raised an eyebrow at this as Abigor continued “. . . I said I wanted something in return and they had the nerve to refuse me”
“Want me to attack?” Ben asked with furrowed brows as anger enveloped him.
“No. I’ve got a better idea” Abigor smirked “I want you to find the killer for me before them and then I’ll trade”
“Oh” Ben huffed and leaned back, resting his legs on the glass table in front of him “What will I get?”
Abigor’s brows scrunched up as he heard Karl starting to cough beside him in shock.
“You know I can easily force you to work for me right?” he said cockily as Ben laughed a little and shrugged.
“I tend to try my luck, boss. You know how the times are rough these days”
“Now suddenly I’m boss?” Abigor scoffed as Ben chuckled.
“If you do it then maybe I’ll give you half a million dollar deal of Dragon in South Africa, go crazy” Abigor dismissed as a huge grin appeared on Ben’s face.
“Consider your work done, boss!”
Abigor nodded as he saw Ben ordering more whiskey, and girls along with it, for celebration. He noticed, how the women were now scared to approach their table because of what Abigor did just moments ago.
“See, boss? You scared the poor girls” Ben said as he drank his alcohol and sighed disappointedly “They are all dying for your attention, I don’t get you at all”
Abigor ignored him and leaned back, closing his eyes. The only face that surfaced in his mind was the beautiful woman he had caught himself falling for. But then, he remembered her condition this morning as he fisted his hands in anger.
“And the woman I want, doesn’t even look at me” he mumbled before he could even stop himself, as Ben instantly jolted up in his seat.
“Boss? What? Did I hear that right?” he inquired as his eyes shined in curiosity, it was the first time he had ever heard Abigor talk about a woman so fondly and sadly.
“No, forget-”
“Yes, you heard that right. . .” Karl interrupted Abigor “. . . lately boss has been rather enchanted by a lady and I suspect it’s love”
“Shut up” Abigor snapped at Karl who just shrugged and went back to reading a file in his laptop like nothing happened.
Abigor grimaced the situation. He knew just how dramatic Benjamin could get when it came to poking his nose in his business.
Abigor felt a hand on his shoulder as he sighed and turned to look at Ben, looking at him. . . sympathetically?
What the fuck?
“Don’t worry boss, you’re pal is here to save you” Ben said while folding the sleeves of his shirt and getting comfortable on the couch.
“The fuck does that mean?”
“It means you are talking to the ultimate Love Guru. You can tell him your troubles without any fears” Ben said as Abigor scoffed in disbelief.
“I’m not doing this shit” he grunted out.
“Believe me, boss, his tricks are quite effective” Karl said with a straight face as Abigor looked at him wide-eyed.
“What-? You-? When-” Abigor stuttered in disbelief as Karl shrugged in response.