Chapter Fourteen #2
When Lane had pushed me, I probably didn’t need to slam into the man, but it gave me a chance to lift his wallet right out of his back pocket. The man stares at me for a moment, and I know that this will go one of two ways:
1) My face will get smashed in.
2) The man will be impressed.
He stares down at me with his narrowed eyes that look black in the blue hue of the club sign.
“How’d you do that?” he asks as he plucks his wallet out of my hand. He flips it open and checks that everything is in there.
“It’s easy,” I say. “It’s a trick of distracting a person.”
I reach up and pat his hand as I slip my other hand in his front pocket and pull out his phone. “Like just now, you were expecting another trick, so you followed my hand while my other hand was busy taking your phone.”
I hold it up in front of my face with a grin and the man stares at me in shock.
“That’s my phone?” he asks.
“That’s your phone,” I say as I hand it over. “What do you want me to steal next?”
The big man laughs. “How did I not feel that?”
“You were focused on the hand that was touching you because you thought you could catch something. Simple trick, really. Now the real trick is the next trick I do,” I say with a grin.
His eyes are locked onto every move I make. “Alright, alright,” he says as he folds his arms over his chest and watches closely.
“Are you paying attention? You won’t see this one coming,” I say with a wink. “Ready?”
“Oh, you’re not getting anything past me,” he says defiantly.
I grab Lane’s wrist and pull him as I slowly walk by the guy, never breaking eyesight with him as he watches my every move. “Thanks for letting me in.”
“What? I didn’t tell you that you can go in,” he says.
“That was the final trick. Me walking right in. See ya around!” I say as I wave to him before heading in through the door.
I hear the man laugh and he never comes after me, so I continue into the club.
“Magic tricks?” Lane says skeptically.
“It worked.”
“Just be glad he didn’t punch you in the face,” he says.
“Oh, I am,” I say as the music drowns out my voice.
The floor and walls feel like they’re shaking with the deep bass of the song.
The lights are flashing while sweaty, half-clothed bodies move all along the dance floor.
Past them are a few steps leading up to a higher level that creates a horseshoe around the dance floor.
There are tables and couches hidden in the blue hue of lighting.
To the back is a large bar where people are eagerly waiting for drinks.
“What’s the plan?”
“We’re looking for a man named Ryan Gibson.
He works for Red, but he is an informant.
His job is to get information on people and he hunts down the ones that don’t pay their loans.
I don’t think he knows me enough to recognize me since we’ve never met formally.
So, we are going to try and locate him, get him alone, and get some information out of him.
So be on the lookout for a man that’s about six feet tall, late thirties with one of those ponytail bun things.
He thinks he’s the hottest thing that God ever dropped into this cesspool.
I’ve only ever seen him wearing suits and a ring on each finger. ”
I walk with him a bit, but this Ryan guy isn’t too hard to find.
He’s sitting in the middle of a couch, feet up on the table, surrounded by men and women.
There’s just something weird about the way he makes it feel like everyone is sitting before him, instead of next to him, like he’s a bright light in their lives.
“Found him,” I say as I pull Lane over to a table that just cleared out. I sit down as some woman, who’d been heading for it, glares at me. “Is he gay?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Does too.”
“You’re not flirting with him.”
“So, I’ll go flirt with him, get him to take me to a hotel, and you’ll be there to get the info out of him.”
“I can’t see shit, how am I going to meet you anywhere?” he asks.
Oops…forgot about that. “Hmm…what’s the closest hotel from here?”
“I don’t know…probably the Hilton.”
“Alright. So, I talk him into going with me. You wait near the car. I tell him I want to drive us to my room at the Hilton or, if he insists on driving, I tell him that I left something in my car and I need it. Hopefully, he follows me. You could wait outside of the club. Or do you think you could find our car? It’s on this road, but you’d have to cross two roads.
You could ask someone to help you find it.
” I find that I’m talking quickly because I’m slightly excited about my idea.
I think it will work, and it’ll show Lane that I can be helpful.
“No.”
“Why?” I ask, slightly disappointed.
“You could get hurt.”
“You said he’s an informant! To me, an informant is like a…gossiper.”
“He beats the shit out of people for information.”
Um…okay. “I’ll be fine.” Hopefully.
“No.”
“I’m going,” I say. “Have one of these pretty ladies walk you out to your car. Tell them your Seeing Eye dog ran off with another man.”
“Goddammit, Felix, don’t you dare!”
“Too late,” I say as I jump up and rush into the crowd.
“Felix!” he yells, but his voice gets drowned in the noise.
Alright, now for my nonexistent plan.
I hover around the floor a bit before I see Ryan get up and head for the bathroom. When I look back at my table, I see that Lane is gone, so I know that even if Lane is not for it, the plan is in motion.
I pretend to be interested in the dancers as I wait for Ryan to return from the bathroom.
When he steps out, instead of turning right toward his table, he turns left, so I assume he’s heading for the bar.
I’m closer, so I head toward it, arriving just a few seconds before he does.
When the bartender looks up, he looks right over my head, like I don’t exist.
“Another,” Ryan says and since he’s so cool he doesn’t even have to specify what “another” is.
“Coming right up,” the man says as he heads off to make the drink.
I look over at Ryan who is staring at his phone. “Do you usually cut in front of people?” I ask.
He glances up from his phone and looks me over from head to toe. I can almost feel his eyes running down my body as I stare at him. “You are so small, I didn’t even see you there.”
Oh, buddy. You just fucked up. “Ah, I see. You’re so in love with yourself that you don’t think anyone else exists?”
Shit. Shit. I’m supposed to be getting him to want me, not hate me!
He looks at me in surprise. “Is that what you think?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you from way down here,” I say as the bartender sets the drink down. “Oh? You said you bought this for me? How gentlemanly of you.” I scoop up his drink and head away with it.
I take a sip of it and nearly gag at how strong it is. I typically avoid alcohol after seeing what it does to people. It doesn’t mean that I never have a drink, but this stuff is like pouring rubbing alcohol right into my mouth. I try not to grimace as I swallow it.
Instead of taking another wretched sip, I keep walking. I don’t even make it to the wall before he steps in front of me.
“If you wanted a drink, all you had to do was ask,” he says with a smirk.
“I apologize, I’m much too small to ask for anything.”
He grins, and it lights up his handsome face. “I’m sorry. That was rather rude of me. Would you like something else to drink, or are you content with that?”
“I suppose I’ll make do with this trash,” I say as I grimace at it.
He laughs. “You don’t know what that is, do you?”
“Tastes like piss,” I say as I question exactly how much this small glass cost.
A mischievous grin slides over his handsome face, telling me just how easy it is for him to talk people into things. “Oh man, you sure are a hard one to please, aren’t you?”
“Just means that you have to be pretty damn good to please me,” I say as I reach out and give his tie a tug.
His eyebrows arch as he leans back against the wall and takes a sip of his acid. “Oh, I know I’m good.”
“When men say things like that to me, I automatically assume they’re just not that good,” I say apologetically. “Like…they’re trying to make up for something.” I make a show of glancing down at his pants.
He shakes his head in disbelief. His attitude tells me that it’s not too often someone doesn’t worship the ground he walks on. “You are a piece of work. I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“First time,” I say.
“Is it? Who did you come with?” he asks.
“I came alone,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow. “And how did you get in?”
“I showed the bouncer a magic trick and walked right in. He was quite impressed,” I say as I give his tie a flick.
His eyebrows furrow as he glances at the door. “Now my bouncer is letting magicians in? I may need to have a talk with him.”
“I’m pretty impressive,” I purr.
“I can tell,” he says, and I smile at him. He steps up closer to me until his side is pressed against mine. “Would you like me to get you something else to drink? I can have them on it immediately.”
“You own this place?” I ask.
“I do. Do you like it?” he asks.
“It’s alright,” I say. “I’ve seen better.”
He looks down at me in surprise and then starts laughing. “I’d love to see what it takes to impress you.”
“I would too because right now it’s just not happening,” I say apologetically.
“Why don’t you come join me and my friends?” he suggests.
I shrug. “I hope they’re more exciting than you. Where are they?”
This man clearly isn’t used to someone acting like this toward him because his eyes get wide and he gets this half smile on his face like he’s not sure whether to laugh it off or just be completely confused.
“Right this way,” he says as he starts walking toward the couch I’d first seen him on.
It’s overflowing with humans and the only spot still open is just the right size for his ass.
He takes my hand and leads me between the mass of people and the table, to his spot on the couch.
He sits down and pats his knee like he expects me to sit on his lap.
“Seriously? Am I supposed to call you daddy? Or you going to bend me over your knee and spank my ass?” I ask.
He grins at me as he takes a sip of his drink before setting it down on the table. “Come on, sit.”
I stare down at him before pouring my drink into his glass and setting the empty one on the table.
I place one hand on the couch behind his head, put my knee between his legs, and lean down to him so my mouth is against his ear.
“The only way I’m sitting on your lap is if your cock is inside of me.
Now have a nice night,” I say as I stand up and head for the door.