chapter 1
JASER ROSOLINO POV
Another fucking day in my shitty life! wake up, do business, go back to sleep. Where did the fun go for a fucking drive? I need to make a deal with Mr macarta about owning half of the strip club. I think that bitch always pushes his luck and forgets who I am, but then again, they know who I am, the richest mafia king in this lazy place; I own and will get anything or everything.
“papi!” a woman’s voice whispers as I open my eyes to discover acelina, right! That’s where my fun went. I smirk as I spot a 5ft 5 pale girl with okay curves, a wonderful long silver dress on with blonde hair, settling on her size B breasts. “Out” I say heartless (she is no use to me now, I had my fun) “what?” acelina stutters “out” I repeat more strictly “you can’t do that” she yells as I laugh “you thought you were special… sad, you’re just my daily sex toy nothing better. Bitch, now leave” I shrug as she spreads a tear and flies out.
As I was about to stand up, my brother Melino runs in “what?” I roar with my hand in my messy, curly hair. “he said no,” he tells quietly. “Who said?” I seek, peering more interested. “Mr macarta” he rubs his neck.
Melino was more gentle than me and my other brother, Ruthven and if you search our names up, they all have a harsh meaning, but Melino’s name doesn’t. Mama made his name randomly, and he is too soft. You wouldn’t even think we’re brothers.
“About?” I urge with rage developing on my face. I’m predicting I already know what this is about “he answered saying no no halving strip club he has this new lady making him loads of payment and he is not pleased to share it with us anymore” he speaks clearly as I growl “we will see about that!” I grin, causing melino to simply already request the driver called dexter to pull up at front. “Call Ruthven inform him we have a long day ahead of us”.
I wasn’t doing this because I wanted to or I needed the money. I was doing this because I can and crave to, and I always get what I want when I want. I mean, I’m the most powerful-lest man, I have money… I just do this kind of stuff for fun and because I simply can.
As I enter the car with Dexter and Ruthven, I wonder who is this lady? I mean, she is just a stripper like the fucking rest of the slags. She ain’t no lady. How was she giving him more money than the rest? I mean, he never takes qualified strippers there, always shit at their job. I still don’t understand how it’s the best strip club, maybe because you can do whatever you may please to the whores there? they’re ugly as well! Now that I’m thinking about it with glorious bodies. You will never look at their face. You will constantly look down because it puts you off them if you glare at their plastic face.
Music hits my ears straight away as I step into mystery’s strip club “thought it was a shit name” Ruthven speaks. We both laugh as his deep voice catches every girl’s attention. They study all three of us head to toe, grinning and whispering “slags” melino whispers. Melino’s green eyes and tanned skin, Ruthven’s wavey hair, flawless face and body, my hazel tanned skin perfect jawline caught everyone’s attention. Let’s just admit it, everything was perfect about us, but it was our power girls wanted of us, assuming they will be our mafia queen.
“hey Melino” Acelina wraps her arms around Melino’s delicate neck. To make me jealous “move”, he demands. “oh come on! You know you like this,” she smirks as he glances up and down, “what is there to like? Let me take another look” he stares up and down again. I laugh out and push her off him and signal him to come as her face goes red and falls on top of a table. “Jessica won’t appreciate that,” Ruthven speaks as we walk swiftly to the office.
Jessica is melinos wife. She is like a sister to me. We knew her since we were babies. She was 1 day older than me and forced us to play with dolls when we were little.
“Mr macarta!” I slam open the door, disturbing him screwing a brunette. Melino looks disgusted as Ruthven smirks, trying to get a better view. “bastardo sucio” (dirty bastard) I call out in Spanish as he instantly takes his dirty cock out of her and zips his trousers up “move out my sight!” he screams at her as she dashes out with her clothes.
“apologies” he smiles as we take a seat “lets do business “I grin pulling out my gun looking at my brother nodding “wait!” he calls out. My brothers smash him against the wall, holding him there “well, well!” I lean on the desk. “You have a choice damaged or let me have half of this shitty club,” I declare “jaser, jaser if it’s shitty, why do you want it?” a cheeky tone emerges in his voice. “I said pick you bastard!” I slam my fist across his face and brush the blood off my suit. “deal! deal!” he shrieks “Good.” I nod to my relatives to let him move. They let go of him aggressively.
“Now this female, what’s her name” I ask walking to an armchair in the corner. “Benicia rae” he says relaxing in his chair “Benicia so she has a Latin name” I mutter “what?” melino says laughing, “fuck of I was just thinking” I yell. I have always liked latinas. They are the best sexy and angry “is she Latin?” I question “yes she is. She’s gorgeous,” he says daydreaming. “a simple yeah, would be ok” Ruthven cheeks him “she coming on now go watch!” he tells Ruthven and I. I get out of the chair walking away from my new office. I hear the song me u and Hennessy playing “eh” Ruthven shrugs as a beautiful blue eyed brown girl walks onto the stage, in diamonds shaped like a coca cola bottle. “don’t lie when have you discovered a stripper’s face perfect,” Mr macarta admits. “never” I whisper as she performs around the pole. “Benicia looks okay. She is not beautiful. The woman looks more like a slag then, anything,” I laugh out.
I assume as she dances around the pole. “my new daily sex toy,” I whisper “or your new wife,” melino whispers laughing. “I don’t crave a whore who just wants power and money to be mine. Now fuck off,” I say, pissed off.
THIS WILL BE CONTINUED THERE WILL BE SOME LATIN BUT I WILL TRANSLATE IT IN ENGLISH IN ( BRACKETS THANK YOU I WILL UPDATE A CHAPTER EVERYDAY BYE
