Chapter 2 - Baby Angry

Brian's POV:

“Wow! Damn! Such beauty! Ah! Man! She fucking punched him just like that! Ha-ha!” Robert Baten, my sworn brother, is watching something downstairs on the window for some time and now showcasing his over the roof enthusiasm making both me and Jack Gunter, my other sworn brother stand up and go there to see what he’s talking about. Beauty? Punched? We’re in our private room. This is my club among others. I’m a billionaire with tentacles in all industries. I’m a clean one, but I do deal with Mafia sometimes…. I’m Brian Stredge, one of the most wanted bachelors out there, 26, and embody whatever woman’s dream as a man inside out. But, yeah, I’m not a one woman’s type of man. I’m too…pretentious for that. I just fuck them and that’s all. And no, never the same one. I hate clingy bitches…. Well, when you don’t feel it, you don’t feel it. So, why bother. Jack and Robert? Yeah, both are one of the most wanted billionaire bachelors like yours truly, but I’m above them in all.

“Where?” I ask him, looking downstairs with my hands shoved in my pockets.

“There! You can’t fucking miss her sight. She’s fucking glowing like an angel among all those people. Though she’s got such a yummy pissed off grimace….” He’s pointing at her and when I see her, I get hit in my fucking heart. Don’t know why. She’s in an angry pace to the stairs on this side, with such a killer body in that outfit that stirs your manhood in the fucking universe…. No, she’s not like the others in a fucking dress, she’s all dressed, but the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Look what we have here…. She’s coming upstairs…. Man! Even in an angry walk and all, she’s stunning…. Who are you, baby?

The room’s door opens. It must be Clayton Graham. Another sworn brother of ours, but he’s on the bad side lately, like in the last two years. Though he’s older than us, as both Jack and Robert are 27 and he’s 34, I’m the group’s Alpha. He’s a billionaire as well, yet he’s given to fucking drugs and I must take a painful decision regarding him. Why? He’s uncontrollable if pissed off while on drugs. Uncontrollable? He’s killed several escorts, women obviously, as he’s taking perversion to some insane levels. And not only escorts, but other people as well. He doesn’t make the difference any longer between good and bad people, or what’s right and what’s wrong. No, when you look at him, you wouldn’t say he’s a drug addicted or any of the type he is. He looks like the rest of us, sane and mannered and all that. The painful decision? He’s involved in what I’ve mentioned and also dealing some heavy shit on the Mafia side. Well, yes, we’re Mafia, but there’s always good and bad mafia. Good mafia is under rules and codes, honor and doing clean businesses. He’s dragged in the other side of the mafia, one that has only one rule, and that’s no rule. As in no fucking rule as long as they get what they want. So, I might have to eliminate him tonight or the following days as he’s…bad. Yeah, we’ve all tried to take him on the detox and all that shit route, and he went back on track, but we’ve realized that was only in front of us, to fool us as he’s one manipulative motherfucker. Yet, we have the backstage intel, no matter how much he’s covering himself as he’s a master on that.

A young bitch giggle is piercing the room, and I roll my eyes upon my turning around to see who’s in the room. “Brian bro!” Jon…. And a little horny bitch…. Nice…. He’s the fifth sworn bro of ours, Jon Dillan, 28, billionaire, with a too young for this environment girl, dressed like a fucking escort. Anyways…. I don’t care, but by her looks, she’s fucking under 21. Not that the glowing angel looks older than her…. He, he, he….

“Hey man.” I’m greeting him in a buddy shake and Jack and Robert are doing the same. The little bitch is intimidated by us three and checking me out with some wetting her panties in a flood stare in sparkles, and a wanting-to-fuck-me bitch smile. Oh, no, baby bitch. You’re way under my level or type. Not that you’re ugly or something, but I don’t like whores such as yourself. I ignore her though she’s waiting for introductions.

“I’m just passing by for a while as we’re having other plans.” He sends me the fucking-her-plan stare and smirk and I give him a mad dog look, briefly, and then turn around to fetch my whisky glass and sit on my spot, thinking about that angry angel…. I’m sipping from my glass, smirking with a lost stare on the floor in my train of thoughts as I would fuck her badly right now. And curiosity builds up in me for where she’s going that furious. Maybe after her boyfriend or something? She has some expensive clothes herself…. And the way she is, her features and stance, she must come from a noble and with status family, not like this bitch over here…. You can’t enter in my clubs if you don’t have a status or someone with a status to get you in. Hmmm…. Maybe a cheating boyfriend…. She sure was angry…. The others are talking around me while I’m thinking and we’re all waiting for fucking Clayton, moment when the little bitch must leave the scene for a while. Yeah, they know not to interact with me if I go silent or send a mad look. I’m their fucking boss of all bosses. I’m their poor to riches or vice-versa. So yeah.

A crazy woman’s voice, sexy as fuck though, on a dry and ordering tone, breaks my thinking and captures my attention at the door as she’s wanting to get inside. “Make way, mister. Right now. There’s someone in there that I need to take out.” What? I look at the others with a raise of brows, and they all look at me and then at the door, but the little bitch starts fidgeting upon the voice outside and goes pale. I’m smirking at her. Trouble, huh? Ha-ha! Jon doesn’t notice his little bitch’s reaction as he’s preoccupied to hear what’s behind the door.

“Miss? I’m sorry. You can’t enter inside. I assure you there’s no one in there that has any connection to you.” That’s one of Jon’s men by the voice. The fuck I’m not curious about that woman…. She’s got some balls….

“You’ve got three seconds to move away. I’ve warned you. Don’t blame it on me for what’s next. I tried to reason with you.” She’s on a patronizing voice, confident in herself for whatever she’s going to do. I’m gulping the remainder of my whisky and lay back on my spot, crossing my right leg over the other, like a lion on his throne smirking, and waiting for whoever is behind that golden door. Ha-ha! Little bitch is changing colors at face, and the others are smirking, too, waiting for the door to open or to hear the end of that.

“Miss? Please…. Don’t make us force you out….” She interrupts him….

“One! Two!” She’s so fucking serious! Ha-ha!

“Miss? Ple…” Shit…. Ha-ha!

“THREE!” She’s kicking them, banging the door open with one of them and to my surprise and Jack and Robert’s…. Glowing angel? I’ll be damned…. Man! She’s so fucking hot…. And she put down a total of eight guys…. And they’re not to joke with…. I’m eye-glued to her in a cocktail of heats in my all as that’s a fucking turn on seeing her and like this. She’s catching her breath with her hands balled, searching the room with her rabid stare, owning some hypnotizing green-blue eyes, and those lips curled in anger…. Man! I don’t know what’s happening, sexy, but the fuck you’re not going to be mine….

I’m squeezing the glass in my right hand, with an excited breathing, smirking and running some wild scenes in my mind with her…. She’s ignoring us though she takes notice, and when her eyes land on the little bitch….