29 Mariotte 3 (1/2)
Within a VIP room of the Mariotte, scantily clad women danced under the dim lights before a group of burly, tattooed men.
At the center of it all was a blond young man with sharp blue eyes, dressed in black jeans and an unbuttoned shirt that showed off his ripped torso.
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A tattoo of a grizzly bear wrapped around him fiercely, only interrupted by the expensive gold chain the hung from his neck.
Everything about his young man exuded a confidence and strength that even made the burly men around him cower in respect. However, that was only in serious situations. Normally, they were much more of a family.
”Did you do what I asked you to do?” The young man all but ignored the dancers before him, by now, he had long been desensitized to pretty women. Unless you were the Helen of Troy of your own city, he wouldn't blink an eyelash.
”It was done yesterday, Young Bear. We even added a little surprise for you too.” One of the burly men laughed lewdly, slapping the ass of the dancer closest to him before sniffing his hand.
The young man's expression darkened. ”What did I say about doing things outside the scope of my commands.”
”Haha, don't worry. You'll definitely thank me for this one.” The burly man stupidly grinned, continuing with a thick Russian accent. ”We also ransacked that Kazimir's office. We'll see how long he dares to be arrogant. That time, we followed your orders perfectly. Only touched the inside but didn't leave any clues outside. The building looks completely untouched.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door that made the young man's cold blue eyes light up. He stood up hurriedly, shooing the dancers out the regulation second exit and warning the burly men with his eyes to behave.
Seeing their young boss acting so flustered, the burly men couldn't help but snicker silently. But, they obediently toned down their attitudes.
However, when the person who walked in wasn't the expected dainty beauty, but rather a handsome, sharply dressed young man, their light atmosphere gave way to a frigid air.
Of course, the young man who walked in was Ci-ci. Despite having half a dozen or so men staring at him with murderous intent, he didn't seem fazed, instead waving away the two attendants who brought him here while tipping them handsomely.
Before they could even react, the door had clicked shut, leaving Ci-ci standing before it.
”Abram Latka, I presume?” Ci-ci scanned the room before allowing his eyes to land on the half shirtless young man.
Abram's cold blue eyes narrowed. ”Who are you?”
”Ha!” Ci-ci genuinely laughed. Normally, as long as anyone focused on him for enough, they'd know who he was. This was truly a rare occasion. ”Since you've asked, I'll tell you. My name is Ci-ci Bell.”
**
In a dingy apartment located in East Algood City, a beauty lied passed out on a couch that had seen far better days.