Chapter 52 - Deal (1/2)

Kenith didn't like this one bit yet he had no choice. Big Joe had given him an ultimatum to find Arianna or his position was at risk. Moreover, Arianna was the key to his plan, he had to find her at all costs.

Unfortunately, the only clue to finding Arianna was to see Marcelo Luciano whether he liked it or not. They were the people he had last seen around her.

As soon as Kenith arrived at the club, he was stopped at the entrance where many others were waiting in line. However, he had drawn more attention because he had two of his people behind him as guards.

”Who are you?” The bouncer stopped him.

”I'm here to see Marcel and don't tell me he's not available because I made my research before coming and from my Intel, he's in here,”

At that comment, the bouncer narrowed his gaze at him and observed him closely.

Kenith smiled, then tilted his neck to the side, exposing a hint of the tattoo on his shoulder causing the bouncer to exhale noisily.

The bouncer puffed his chest and stood up straight to increase his Size and tried to appear intimidating as he asked, ”What business do you have with him? Do you have an appointment?”

”I'm sorry but I don't have one,” Kenith said to him.

”Then I'm sorry, you have no business with Marcel,” the bouncer refused him entrance, turning back to resume what he was doing when Kenith said.

”I indeed have no appointment but I'm sure that can be arranged once you show him this,” Kenith pulled out his phone, opened a picture, and handed it to him.

The bouncer expected that what Kenith was about to show him was important stuff, whether his face distorted when he saw it was a picture of a woman. A picture of Arianna.

”Really?” The bouncer snorted, ”You think Marcel ain't got many holes to f**k?” he was offended.

”Trust me, this p***sy is special,” Kenith tried to assure him.

”Well, it better be, because if the boss rejects your visit, I'll put a bullet in between your head myself for wasting my time,” the bouncer threatened him, subtly showing off the gun that was strapped to his waistband, making sure no one else saw the weapon he carried.

The threat was well received, ”Sure,” Kenith smirked confidently as the bouncer left to relay his message, another taking his place at the entrance.

Truthfully, Kenith was scared, not because of the threat that the bouncer gave him, but the fact that his entire plan depended on Marcel's decision. Marcel's people were efficient and had to be with Arianna, she couldn't escape all by herself else he would have found her by now.

The bouncer took a long time to return and Kenith was beginning to think that Marcel was angered by his summon and had killed the bouncer as a lesson when he finally appeared.

”You're lucky,” Was the only word the bouncer said and Kenith released a breath he didn't know he had been holding in. It was successful, Marcel would hear him out.

”Come on,” The bouncer said, releasing the staunch on so Kenith could walk in. However, before the two men with him could come in, the bouncer stopped them and their faces distorted.

”You're the only one permitted in,” The bouncer said in a gruff voice, his body poised to act if they tried to do something stupid.

”Stand down, they would do nothing to me,” Kenith told them before motioning to the bouncer assigned to take him to Marcel. They left.

The club belonged to Marcel and Kenith could see the huge difference between his and theirs. It was much more luxurious, organized, and spacious. He was envious.

They climbed up the stairs where he was led to the room having been searched thoroughly. The room had floor-to-ceiling windows and Marcel stood at the entrance, watching downstairs.

Marcel didn't turn around even to him when he arrived, and that angered Kenith - he was looking down on him. However, as angry as Kenith was, he couldn't do anything, not when he's in enemy territory and needed his help in getting to Arianna.

So he intentionally cleared his throat to announce his presence yet that still didn't cause Marcel to turn to him.

”Hi, I'm Kenith and I'm the -”

”How did you get to know Arianna?” Marcel interrupted him, finally turning to him. There was a lit cigarette stuck in between his fingers and he released the smoke into the air.

”Her father owes my boss money and was unable to pay up. I'm the collector and did what my job entailed. Fortunately, I found her useful as my boss' wife. But of course, you know that,” Kenith saw through his plan. He was double checking his facts and also testing him at the same time. If he had lied, Marcel would have canceled this meeting.

”You're smart, I like you,” Marcel chuckled.

”Then I'll ask you this question then, What's your relationship with Arianna? Where is Arianna? You have her don't you?”