When the waiter finished filling up their glasses, he dropped the bottle on the table and walked away after a slight bow.
Javier was the first to shift his gaze from his phone and pick up one of the glasses. He sipped from it and slid his eyes shut, savoring the taste in his mouth as he let out a humming sound.
“This vodka is so chill and refreshing,” he muttered, trying to get Elvis’s attention. However, Elvis rolled his eyes instead, he picked up his glass and sipped from it.
“Don’t tell me you’re ignoring me,” Javier glared jokingly, slightly moving towards Elvis and punching him on the arm. Elvis’s gaze wandered around the VIP room, where only a few people were seated, enjoying the calm atmosphere with the slow music playing in the background.
He was trying hard to resist the laughter cracking his ribs, but he couldn’t hold on anymore when Javier began tickling him. Instantly, he lost it and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Javier withdrew, his shoulders dropping in relief that Elvis wasn’t angry at him anymore.
He knew he had to resolve the issue as soon as possible. They had been best buddies since childhood, and they had never let their fights last past the night.
“You are forgiven,” Elvis said, slightly punching him back, and quickly poured more drink into his glass.
“I never asked for your forgiveness,” Javier countered, gulping down his wine and pouring more drink into his glass.
After some minutes of discussion and merriment, people began leaving the VIP room. Now, Javier and Elvis were the only ones left in the room. Elvis checked his wristwatch, and his jaw dropped. His gaze snapped to Javier, “It’s 10 pm,” he disclosed.
He was stunned when Javier slumped down on the table, snoring aloud. Elvis hastily stood up from his seat and shook Javier slightly on his shoulder. “Bro! Are you drunk already?” He tapped him softly on his back.
‘That’s weird! But he was normal a minute ago.’ His lashes blinked rapidly in confusion, as he couldn’t understand why Javier would slump like that without even acting drunk.
His gaze darted around to see who would help him take Javier to the car. “Huh!” He speedily held his head, as he felt the room spin around him. Everything blurred together as a wave of lightheadedness washed over him, making his body weak.
Immediately, the waiter who attended to them rushed over and began tapping Elvis on his shoulder. “Sir, are you alright?” he asked continuously but got no response from him, as Elvis held onto his head, screaming nonstop.
“My head, it hurts!” He slumped to the floor, with tears rolling down his cheeks. The other waiters, who were at the bartender, rushed out the moment they heard voices. They were stunned to see both men unconscious, one leaning on the ground while the other was leaning on the table.
“What happened?” the second guy asked, his voice cracking nervously. He quickly recognized Javier as one of the most famous billionaires in town, and this club was his favorite spot, which everyone knew about.
The first guy, who served the drink, quickly brought out his phone and began dialing a number. He placed it on his ear, and after a few rings, a female voice boomed on the phone speaker.
“Hope you did a clean job,” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. They are both lying unconscious,” he reported, his voice trembling, and his body visibly shaking.
“Bring Javier to the nearest hotel, where I will send you the location now. And rush Elvis to the hospital,” she said and ended the call.
Instantly, a message popped into his phone, and he nodded his head, biting his lower lip as he hid his sweating hand behind his back. He turned to the rest of the waiters.
“Em… as it stands now, we need to take them out of here,” he rushed his words, trying to grab Elvis first.
“Bruno, who did you just call?” one of them asked, refusing to step closer.
“I called his mother. And she instructed me to take them to the hospital; they will be on their way to the hospital to meet them,” he snapped, already irritated that they were poking their noses.
“But you were the one who served them vodka. What happened after that?” the other guy accused, pointing fingers.
Bruno raised his gaze, and his eyes narrowed. “And so? Yes! I served them drinks. Does that mean I was the one who made them unconscious?” he defended, his voice rising. He was intentionally doing that to cancel any suspicious doubts they had in mind.
“Mr. Javier will burn down this club if he ever finds out he was in such a condition,” the last third guy reviewed his fear.
Bruno scoffed. “Let’s take them out of here, then worry about the impending danger later.” He suggested, and they all agreed.
Bruno brought out three masks from his pocket. Their jaws dropped in shock, seeing how prepared he was with the whole thing.
“Don’t tell me you planned all this,” one of the waiters asked in astonishment, glancing at the others.
“I never did,” Bruno restored, sending him a glare.
“Why are you with a mask, then?” the three waiters asked at the same time.
“Don’t you want to get paid for being too kind?” one of them added.
Bruno sighed, his shoulders dropping. He leaned over and whispered, “Cameras are everywhere. If we don’t want to give the media the wrong idea, we have to wear a mask and drive them to the hospital secretly.”
They all nodded and collected the masks from him. They joined hands together and carried Elvis to the car parked outside, using the back door to avoid attracting attention since Javier and Elvis were public figures.
Such a scene was embarrassing, however, and this was exactly what the media wanted. They would publish it in all media, and that would ruin his reputation-Javier wouldn’t take this issue lightly.
After they successfully carried them to the car, Bruno begged them not to let the words of what happened there be taken outside to anybody. All the waiters nodded in agreement as they ran back into the club, leaving only Bruno behind to sort everything out.
Bruno entered the car Elvis came with and speedily drove out of the club, following the directions on his phone. Within a minute he reached his destination, and drove into the hotel garage. He stopped the car and ran to the back seat.
Javier was the first one Bruno carried on his back, and he began running into the hotel. He was surprised to see a receptionist and he got scared Because he thought she might bombard him with questions. However, to his surprise, the receptionist never uttered a word to him. Instead, she gave him the room number he was expected to take Javier to.
Without hesitation, Bruno ran upstairs, struggling to maintain his stamina to avoid falling off the stairs with Javier on his back. After he had successfully climbed up the stairs, he saw a lady waiting for him at the front door, dressed in red, revealing lingerie, as she blew out the smoke of her cigarette from her mouth and sipped on her wine.
Bruno rushed into the open room and dropped Javier on the bed. Within a few minutes, a tall, masculine man barged in with Elvis on his shoulder and dropped him next to Javier. Without saying a word, he walked away.
Bruno’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering why the change of plan.
“Ma’am…but you said…Elvis–”
“Change of plan,” she snapped. “Elvis will be here until all the work is done.” She responded, “You can go now.” She dismissed him, waving her hands.
Bruno slightly bowed and began to walk towards the door.
“I sent you five million for a job well done,” she yelled to his hearing.
Bruno’s lips stretched into an exciting smile, and his heart couldn’t contain his joy. The huge amount of money would go a long way for him, and he never regretted what he did one bit.
“Thank you, ma,” he appreciated and ran out…with only one thought on his mind: ‘I need to settle the boys too, just to keep their mouths shut!’ He thought.
The young lady’s gaze was fixed on Javier the whole time, and lust was clouded in her eyes. “Finally, I will do whatsoever I want with you.”