Boss

Zions Pov

Joe drove the car while I sat and in the backseat. I made a few calls to get an update on a few of my clubs around the states. I currently have seven Night clubs open, and one more is about to open the doors with a big bang on New Year here in New York. I already have a successful club here, so why not open one more. I also have two strip clubs here in the City that are doing well. All my clubs are successful, and with success comes jealousy and enemies. People want you to be successful until you outshine them. When you do that, you become a target, and enemies will pile up and try to tear you down.

Some people call my success illegal and unjustified. Yes, I may have done a few "crimes" according to their law book. But I do not play by their laws. I make my own laws. I control a lot of the black market, and I do some laundry at a few clubs of mine. I have contacts all over the City, and I am an ally with the Russian Cartel. My reputation precedes me out on the streets. They call me a criminal, gangster, murderer, and so on. None of this can prove anything. These are just allegations, and they would never dare to approach me if they saw me. I am too smart to get caught, literally.

"We're here, boss!" Joe called out, and we both got off the car and left it with the valet guy.

"Who are we meeting with?"

I asked Joe, who had his nose in his phone. We entered the hall and walked up the stairs to the dining hall.

"We are meeting with Karl Jensen and two potential investment men for future work," Joe replied fast and then nodded to the trio who stood and waited for us further away in the hall. We shake hands, and then we are led by a waiter to sit down by our table with the menu in front of us.

Small talk is exchanged before Karl takes the tone and goes over a future project with the investment men. Karl is a great seller that I have worked with for the last five years.

Some people drown their potential partner in alcohol before closing a deal, but I call Viktor to be that alcohol. Our business deals are celebrated with alcohol after completing. I can see both men getting drilled by Viktor after we got our starters served, so I excused myself to go outside for a quick smoke. Many turn around to quickly look at me as I cross the room, mostly women and their annoyed men, who are angry at them for looking at me.

I know I am attractive. Women love the idea of a gangster, the bad man who will fight for them at all costs. They want to be saved and be the ones who "save" them.

There is a quote; "Girls choose the bad guy in the end, because the hero will sacrifice them to save the world, but the bad guy will burn down the world to save the girl."

This applies to a lot of women out there. I have had my share of women over the years. I have never seen the same woman more than twice in a row. I get bored of them quickly; they are all the same to me. They throw themselves at me and want me to buy expensive gifts for them and treat them like queens. But if they knew half the terrible things I have done in life, they would turn around and run the other way if they value their lives. I finished my smoke and walked back inside.

As soon as I got up the stair into the hall, I was distracted by a gorgeous woman standing a few feet away with an old man. I was mesmerized by her long, warm blonde hair and her tall legs underneath a short skirt. I overheard her deny the old man who tried to seduce her, and I chuckled at her cocky and witty comeback. She turned her gaze to me, and we locked our eyes for a brief moment, and I noticed her hazel eyes before raised an eyebrow at her and headed back to the table. Wow, I need to get her between my sheets.

When I got back to the table, I saw Karl shake hands with both men, and I instantly had a good feeling.

"I am sorry for taking so long," I said with a neutral tone and sat down.

"No problem. But you are looking at two new partners."

Karl said and nodded at the men. I smiled and swiftly shook my head.

"Welcome to the dark side, fellows." And then I waved for the waiter to bring in the champagne. We toasted together and ate our food while discussing different business models when suddenly the girl from before appears at our table.

"She is coming for me..." That was all I had time to think before she greeted Karl and talked with him, not with me. I studied her when she shakes hands with the other men, even Joe, but she keeps on ignoring me altogether.

I just sat there and followed her every movement like I was in hypnosis; I barely heard what they were talking about, except for some party invitation. She said goodbye and then turns around and walks away while she wiggles her ass. What is up with that? And it took a few minutes until I realized that this was a game for her; she wanted to tease me to see how I react.

"Hey, Karl. About that party you talked about before, can I go with you?"

I looked over at Karl, who shrugged his shoulder.

"Sure, why not?" He answers and takes a sip of his drink. I looked away at her table and noticed that they were still sipping on their wine. "Zion?" I heard Joe shout my name, and I came back to reality. "Yes?" I answered and looked at Joe. He shakes his head before answering.

"We have to go. Are you coming?" Joe said and got up and left a big tip to the waiter on the table.

I quickly looked across the room and saw that she was leaving too. "Yes, wait for me outside; I have to take a pee first." I rumble and then saw Joe leave the salon.

I rushed to the hall when he had passed it, and I saw that she was distracted by her friend. I stood in the middle of the hall and prevented her from passing me unnoticed. She turned around and then noticed my presence, and I could tell that she seemed almost as fascinated by me as if I were by her. She raised her eyebrows at me, challenged me. I could read her like a piece of paper; she wants me so bad. I ambled up to her and then stopped inches away.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I reached out my hand to her chin and tilted her head back so I could stare into her beautiful hazel eyes.

It felt like a magnetic field surrounded us, and I was sucked into her magical energy. She made me feel so many things I was so insecure about, and I was thrown off by her strong attitude.

All of this was dangerous for me to feel. I must be in control. If I lose control and give in to my evil and hazardous desires ... It's something no one wants to endure. We stood there for what felt like an eternity until I let my thumb caress the jawline, and then I leaned in and whispered, "See you on Saturday, Sheila," before I inhaled her scent and turned around and left the building behind.