Chapter Nine
Wraith
It’s finally nighttime and I’ve had a long day, my main issue being Harshal disobeying me.
I had to take my bike out for a ride this evening while he spent time with Frani in the hotel luxury pool.
When I returned to the hotel Harshal was in the shower, getting the chlorine off his body.
While he did that I changed into a white short sleeved compression shirt, grey jeans, and my grey leather jacket.
I’m strapping my gun to my hip when Harshal comes out the bathroom in just his underwear.
My eyes find his gorgeous brown skin and refuse to leave.
There are droplets of water still beading his skin and my mouth waters, my tongue wanting to reach out and lick every single access droplet off him.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
He walks to his bags and pulls out his pajamas.
“What we came here for.” I reply. “What I came here for.”
“So after tonight we get to go home?” he asks.
“Fingers crossed.” I mumble. “This is a business trip so after the business is taken care of we’ll go home.”
He puts his pajamas on and plops down on his bed. I’m surprised he hasn’t asked to come with me, even though I know I’d say no.
“Alright well have fun, Captor.” He says, reaching for the TV remote and turning the TV on.
“You’ll be alright in here by yourself?” I ask.
He shrugs, eyes on the TV. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I’m assuming I’m not allowed to leave the room, right?”
He speaks dully almost as if he’s soulless. I sigh.
“Look if you want, I can take you out tomorrow.” I reason.
“Oh but I thought home was next on the agenda, unless you plan to kidnap me again.” He says, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
I roll my eyes and walk over to him. Reaching for his shirt I pull him up and sling him over my lap, his ass in the air giving me the perfect access to spank it.
“Now you have been giving me shit all day and you deserve a good fucking spanking.” I say as he struggles to get free.
“Fuck you!” he shouts.
“Fucking me is a pleasure and you haven’t been a particularly good boy today so you don’t deserve to get fucked.” I state.
He snorts. “It’s not like you can make me cum like I deserve.”
My hand palms one of his ass cheeks rubbing it roughly, making him groan.
“Oh I can make you cum like never before with just my cock, nothing else, not a single stroke of your cock, and trust me when I tell you this, by the time I’m done with you, you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk or sit down right for a good week or two.” I growl.
Smack!
I give him a single blow to the ass, my palm quickly turning red. The smack echoes throughout the room and he jumps before moaning. He seriously likes to be spanked. I grab him by his hair and make him face me.
“Be-fucking-have.” I say through gritted teeth.
I then pick him up, stand, and toss him back on his bed before going to comb my disheveled hair.
***
Dad got the address from Jamie Herrara, I don’t know how and I don’t think I want to.
All that matters is we know where we’re going to get this money.
We’re supposed to collect Nine hundred million dollars for the asshat and again Dad got that out of him somehow.
We are currently out in the parking lot of our hotel discussing how we are planning to get this money.
We’ve been discussing this for the past fifteen minutes.
“And lastly I’m going to need Chill Pepper and Neon to stay outside and watch the doors, we don’t want the men to feel overpowered, you know, make them seem like they’re in power.” Dad instructs.
Chill Pepper nods while Neon groans.
“Ugh men and their fragile egos.” She moans displeased.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.” Dad says. “Are we good? Any questions?”
We all look at each other before shrugging and eventually saying,
“No Prez.”
“Alright let’s go.”
We all disperse to our bikes, the parking lot roaring with our engines.
We then peel off into the street, Dad leading us.
Before leaving the parking lot I look up at the hotel room and think of Harshal, wondering if he’ll disobey me and I’d have to find him somewhere on the strip or something.
As we drive down the strip we get looks from everyone.
We come to a red light and Neon is tapped by two teenage boys.
I’m assuming they asked for a picture because she leans into them and they hold their phones up to take a selfie with her.
Next two adult men ask her for a picture and I try not to laugh my ass off because they look like they’re trying not to geek out.
It’s either that or they’ve had too much sweet drinks.
I eye the drinks in their hands as they take the photo.
Once the photo is snapped the light changes.
The rest of the gang takes off and Neon says her farewells to the men before taking off herself.
We follow Prez off the strip and into the streets of Vegas, passing homeless people, clubs, sex toy shops, and more.
Prez finally pulls into a parking lot of what looks like an abandoned building but once we turn our engines off we hear the slight sound of music playing from the inside.
I take my helmet off and run my hands through my hair.
Neon parks next to me and I smirk at her, poking her in her side as she takes her helmet off.
“How’s the air up there?” I ask.
“What?” she asks.
“After getting so much attention on the strip you’ve been holding your nose high up in the air like you’re stuck up.” I tease. “So how’s the air up there?”
She gives me the bird. “Fuck you, Wrath.”
I chuckle before we get off our bikes and head to the entrance of the place. I examine the rundown place and see a sign on the side of the building and it looks like it’s wording is written in Korean. Prez knocks on the door and a man looks through a slot in the door.
“Name?”
“Confidential, we’re here on behalf of the Valentinos.” Prez says.
The slot closes and for a moment nothing happens. Prez sighs and knocks again and this time the door opens and the guy is standing there with his gun pointed at us. On reflex we grab our guns and point them at him.
“Get the fuck off the property and don’t let me catch on the streets of Nevada again motherfuckers!” he says angrily.
He’s a Korean guy so this place must be owned by Koreans.
“No can do asshat, this is business, now let us in before we light up this ancient doorway.” Prez says.
“Not before I shoot one of you first.” He says.
AZ cocks his gun, getting closer to the man, his gun aimed directly at the mans neck. If I had to guess if AZ pulls the trigger the man would lose his ability to speak, that is if he survives and the chances of that happening... I don’t see them.
“You really want to play with us right now?” Flit asks. “Let us the fuck in.”
Flit aims his gun at the mans hand and pulls the trigger. He grasps his hand, yelling in pain.
“Ah, you motherfucker, I’m gonna kill you!” he shouts in Korean.
“Not if I kill you first.” I say in Korean.
He looks at me, with an astonished look on his face. I smirk.
“How about you move the fuck out of our way or you meet your maker, hm?” I say, still speaking in Korean. “We’re not leaving without getting what we came here for so it’s either you live to see tomorrow, which is in about three and a half hours from now, or you don’t, simple really.”
He glares at me before huffing and moving out of the way.
“Come in.” he says in English.
“Smart move.” I smirk as the gang begins to filter into the building.
The girls stay outside like we planned but the rest of the plan might as well be thrown out the window because the music playing in here is Korean music and everyone who works here is Korean.
It’s a Korean strip club in the US. Pretty woman dance naked on tall poles as disgusting men gawk at them, talking in Korean, making bets and shit.
We walk past one table and the men there are talking about which one could get one of the girls on the main stage to fuck them.
My skin crawls at the thought and it’s not because I’m into guys it’s the fact that most of these men in here are horny perverts who would do anything just to have their noodle dicks sucked and fucked which is quite disgusting.
“Well looks like, Wrath is going to lead us because he’s the only one who can speak Korean.” Prez says.
“And who the hell am I supposed to be talking to?” I ask.
Prez points to the corner where a booth is sectioned off with a lavender mesh curtain.
“The boss, his name is In-Su.” He says.
I nod and step toward the curtain but before I could do anything a man dressed in a black suit steps out.
“The boss awaits you.” He says in Korean.
I ignore him and we all walk through the curtain or at least attempt to but the guy stops us.
“Weapons.” He says.
“Seriously?” I exclaim in English, not knowing if he understood me or not.
“What?” Prez asks. “What’d he say?”
I reach for my gun and knives before handing it to the man.
“He wants us to hand in our weapons.” I respond in English.
“What, hell no, are we going to get our shit back?” Flit asks.
“We better.” I say.
I step into the mans personal space and speak in Korean,
“We better get our stuff back or else. Don’t think because we’re weaponless doesn’t mean we can’t kick your ass.”
“Relax, once you’re done, you’ll get it back.” He says.
I eye him as the rest of the gang hands in their weapons.
After that we are led inside the booth. The booth is gigantic, a huge table with a pole in the middle sits in the center with a naked woman dancing to the beat of the music.
I sit down and come face to face with her bare tits since she’s spinning upside down.
I lean back and just watch in a state of shock.
I hear a laugh and a guy dressed in a suit taps my shoulder.
“She’s a beauty isn’t she?” he says in Korean. “Don’t you want to squeeze those fucking beautiful tits? Maybe even titty fuck them.”
I honestly don’t but I don’t say that.