6. Nico
Chapter 6
Nico
I t’s been a couple of weeks since I have been able to get to the club, and shit has hit the fan with Koslov. Those Irish sons of a bitches will pay for what they have done. Somehow, they found out about the agreement, They got to Koslov, killing him, before we could have the fight.
Now, I need to find another way to get my hands on those contracts for Manhattan and Brooklyn. If they think that getting rid of Koslov will stop me from getting them, then they have another think coming. I laugh to myself, knowing that Brendon O’Connor believes himself to be the best of the best, but he’s been in New York less than a year and is trying to gain power— power that doesn’t belong to him—and that shit for brains brother of his, Flynn, will pay for this. They’ve been a pain in the ass since they arrived.
Walking through the glass entrance way of ICONIC, I am happy with how it looks, sleek and rich. The elite will want to come here. The entrance doesn’t give away what we do, or what this place is, and only when you go deeper will you discover the hidden treasure of this place.
The heavy black door feels welcoming as I push forward, and I watch as people check in their belongings. It's running like clockwork. I look around and, as I suspected, I know Marco will see me enter though there isn’t a camera in sight.
The main bar is busy, and I head over to the balcony and look over to see the women dancing on the main stage as the lights dance over them. I do notice that the mini stage up here isn’t open yet, which isn’t unusual for the time of night, but I watch as people settle in ready for the show.
I feel a hand slap my back and turn to see Marco. “Boss, how are you doing?” he greets me.
“Looking good, Marco. I see you were right, and the clientele really is the best of the best.” I smile at him as we look around the club and over at the police chief, who previously refused our offer of friendship, shall we say, sitting with Chloe. I am sure his wife would be interested to see what he is up to.
“Oh, only the best here, boss, you know that.” He winks. “And that”—he nods the chief’s way—“that is nothing. Last night Chloe and the chief were pretty cozy in the black out room before heading to the nursery.” He laughs.
“Nursery?” I look over at him with my eyebrows raised.
“Hey, who are we to judge. The guy wanted to be babied and Chloe to be his mommy.” With that he laughs and slaps my back again, then walks off toward his office behind the bar.
I need to check these rooms out, I think to myself, as I head toward the stairs and stop as I see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.
She strolls past me, adjusting the green band on her wrist. She looks like she is on a mission and has only one place on her mind. I can’t help but want to know where that is.
Heading down the stairs, I follow her straight to the back rooms. She stops at the entrance with the red velvet curtains and speaks to Cat, and it appears she has booked as she heads straight down the corridor.
As I approach, I smile. “Cat, how are you?”
“Nico, it’s been too long.” She smiles back at me warmly.
“That woman, what room did she book?” I inquire.
“You know I am not supposed to give out that information, Nico, but I am going to guess that I have no choice?” She chuckles.
“You would guess correctly.” I smirk at her
“She went to the punishment room”—she looks up at me with a cheeky smile—“Alone. She waits in there until someone goes in.” She shrugs and looks back down at her iPad.
Interesting. So, she just waltzes in, in her sexy skin tight denim jeans and loose off the shoulder white T-shirt, and waits until she gets a visit… If I wasn’t intrigued before, I am now.
I nod at Cat as I head down the corridor, following the mystery woman, and stop as my cell vibrates in my pocket. Letting out a sigh as I pull it free from the inside of my black Armani suit, my lips purse and I lick my lips as I compose myself before answering.
“Ivan, I didn’t expect to hear from you. What can I do for you?” I act nonchalant but know that he is calling to renegotiate our terms. The Irish may have killed Koslov but for some reason I know they want to head back to the motherland and getting rid of their contracts was one item they had partially scrubbed off their agenda.
The fight was part of a cover up, making it look like we had to work for it. Had we lost, which, with Tony on the case, I very much doubted, we had a contingency in place. The fight would have given me the contracts for free, but had we lost I would have had to pay a substantial amount, way more than they’re worth. There’s nothing I like more than a gamble.
“I want these contracts sold. The Irish are nothing more than a fly in the ointment.” He tuts. “We no longer have the fight, but we have the contingency, so we move forward with that,” he tells me.
I laugh as I walk toward the door, knowing I am closer to the blonde beauty that I can't wait to get my hands on. “The price is too high, and we need to renegotiate. Your man is out not mine.”
“You have competition now, a bidding war, shall we say.” He sounds cocky with his reply.
“The Irish are the only ones stupid enough to go head-to-head with us, but they will not be an issue. Send me a new offer, and I’ll look over it and let you know my decision.” I don’t wait for his response before I hang up. Tonight, I have more important things to attend to.
As I reach for the handle, I feel a lightness in my chest that I haven't felt for a long time … if ever, an excitement that feels alien to me, but I’m rolling with it because it’s starting a fire in me that I like more than I should.
“Well, well, well,” I say as I enter and her bright blue eyes hold mine as her plump, pillowed lips part slightly.
“Seems like someone’s been a bad girl.”