Chapter 10
She has tricks, useful tricks, and she’s using them against me. I may be able to play with her mind, but she’s proving to be just as good. Though she couldn’t hold up on her end, so that gives me hope.
I meant what I said, though. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Whether I like to admit it or not, she’s worked her way into my life. Placed herself there, unable for me to let her go. Though I know a time will come when I have to as she can’t last forever in my life. My life is not for someone like her. I started in my businesses young, got into dealing drugs and was good at it. Didn’t smoke all my money away, and didn’t do bad deals. My parents didn’t know. I kept my business hidden for years.
My life wasn’t easy though, I’ve been through a lot. I joined the MC when I was eighteen, I met them through my drug dealings. The president at the time suggested I join and I pledged and worked my way up to president. I’ve killed people, I’ve been shot at, and I’ve been stabbed. None of this changed the person I was, it just made me stronger. A man to be feared, but I had something most didn’t. I was smart. I knew how to run a business, how to keep it hidden, and how to employ the right people. And if someone thought they could fuck with me, then they were dead. Questions weren’t asked or needed.
My mother thinks I run restaurants. My father knows about the MC, but nothing more other than that. I’m good at what I do, I have business’s everywhere, and with those businesses I’ve made connections in very high places. Ones that would do anything to help me with what I have on them, all of them. Especially what I have on their wives. They will do anything to protect their image…anything. So the law stays out of my way. It doesn’t interfere with me or my business. I am the most dangerous and richest son-of-a-bitch in America.
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It’s the weekend and that usually means business with clients. Tonight is no different. I’m at a strip club, one that I own with the Hard Knox MC. Dunk is sitting next to me, but his attention is on the stage where a stripper is now completely naked. I bring out a bag of coke that the boys want to test. Test so they can sell. A few of the strippers come over, obviously the sight of drugs has attracted them. One sits on my lap, the other on the other man’s lap. They all line up the coke and snort, even the girls. Me, well, I don’t dabble in that shit anymore. Lost interest, started making me slower than usual, addicted, waiting for my next hit. That’s how I got shot the first time.
“This is going to sell fast, boss,” Dunk says, the vice president of my MC. Yes, that’s right, mine. I have twelve chapters spread over the country, this one being the biggest.
It’s not all I do though, I dabble in a lot. So Dunk takes charge of the club when I can’t, he’s a good man. Always got my back, looking after the things I can’t. The boys cheer in response and slap some of the girls’ asses and they squeal in delight.
“You going to fuck one of these whores tonight, boss?” one of my men asks. He’s new, just patched in. Dunk punches him in the arm and tells him to shut it. I smile and shake my head.
Bexley doesn’t know about a lot of what I do, she knows only of the restaurants and clubs that I own. She helps me out at the front desk of my office two days a week, and sometimes she questions some things, but hardly ever.
My businesses range from primarily black and white, white being the restaurants, my front. My black being my dirtier businesses, the one's Dunk and Dominic look after, the drugs and the sex slaves. That’s how Aria is involved; Dominic picks the girls and runs that side of the business. He’s fucked more than most, he can handle it better than any. The thing is, though, I love a woman’s body, and so I switched a few things up. I don’t sell women for slavery, I sell men. The girls bring them in, and they break them down. Then they’re sold to lonely old women whose husbands are out fucking young girls, who only want them for their money. It’s my best business, and so far, Aria is my biggest money-maker. The men fall at her feet, she breaks them, fucks with their heads, then sells them to the women she picks. No, most of my women don’t get to pick who they’re sold to. Except Aria, she’s in very high and she’s good. Word has gotten out to the lonely housewives at how good the men are that she’s bringing in.
I don’t want Bexley around her too much. Aria has defiance in her, too much defiance for someone who might influence my Bexley. I like her the way she is, at my command. But I can see the way she looks at Aria, she likes her. Likes the way she is, how she takes no shit. I think that’s what attracted her to me as well. She likes strong people, likes to surround herself with them.
The girls wipe their noses and stand, thanking us for the goods and start doing a lap dance on each of us. I don’t object. This is their payment for getting high. I sit back and let the girl who’s wearing a black wig shake her ass in my face in a tiny G-string. She grinds her ass on my lap, making my cock twitch, but nothing more. She turns and stands tall and slowly undoes her bra when she drops it I can’t help but think Bexley does this better. More sex appeal, more emotions in her eyes which shine brightly with want. This girl has one thing on her mind, sex and drugs. That’s all she’s here for, all she wants.
She crawls on my lap, licking a line up my neck. Then she brings another line of coke over and snorts it from my neck. I let her, don’t stop her. She starts grinding herself on me, not doing anything for me but trying to please her boss. Just as her head goes back and her breasts are shoved in my face, she’s removed as fast as she was there. And in her spot stands Bexley, looking very pissed off. And a smiling Aria is standing right behind her.