Page 111 of The Silencer
And then suddenly, as if it never happened, it’s done. Luca pushes away from him and slides inside the car, leaving Viktor to adjust himself and slip back behind the wheel.
I stare at Luca, his cheeks a little flushed, and when I move my gaze to Viktor, he refuses to make eye contact with anything but the road.
“We’ll get back to it now. Sorry about that little tantrum,” Luca says calmly.
I swallow and nod, wiping my hands down my pants. The tension is now so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
But neither of them says anything, so I stay silent too.
What the fuck is going on with them? And why do I want to know so bad?
Twenty minutes later, we arrive at a dingy warehouse district. Somewhere I’ve never been. It looks shady as fuck, but Luca looks unbothered. Although, he’s the very description of calm and collected, even after that little showdown with Viktor earlier. It’s like it never happened.
Viktor, on the other hand, looks like he’s ready to combust, a fire in his eyes that hasn’t dimmed since he slid back behind the wheel.
“This looks a little sus,” I say, and Luca chuckles.
“Outward appearances aren’t everything,” he replies. Don’t know what that means. Not a fucking clue.
When we exit the SUV in a dark alley, Luca tucks me into his side and pulls out a key card, pushing me through a side door. My heart thunders in my chest but then I hear it, the sound of music and voices.
Luca isn’t bringing me here to kill me.
Fuck, why didn’t I think about that when I first got into the car? I obviously need to do better.
I glance back at Viktor and see that he’s whispering angrily into Luca’s ear, but is dismissed.
“Don’t fucking worry. He’s fine,” Luca replies.
Viktor crosses his arms on his chest and sets his jaw as he follows us into the large room. The heavy bass thumps through me, house music blaring through the speakers. Luca’s right. This place is far nicer than the outside. In fact, it looks as if this is a place for people with a certain kind of wealth. The kind I could only dream of.
The kind that Anthony apparently has.
My eye catches on the long bar, expensive bottles lining the shelves behind it. Hanging from the ceiling are dancers in cages, all of them completely naked, their bodies on display. I see people in outfits far fancier than mine mingling, dancing, drinking, and for a moment I curse Luca for not telling me where we were going. I’d have dressed a little nicer.
“Who owns this place?” I ask, and Luca chuckles.
“Anthony and I. It’s very lucrative.”
I eye him, and he taps his nose. I don’t know what that means. Drugs? Sex? Gambling? I have no idea.
“And see those people wearing those silver arm bands?”
I peer over and see one every few yards, looking dapper in their suits and ties.
“Yeah, who are they?”
“Guards. It’s safe here. Now go have fun. Drink. Dance. We’ll keep an eye on you.”
I hesitate a moment, looking out at the people writhing in the middle of the dance floor. They even dance like rich people. I will definitely not fit in.
“A drink first,” I tell Luca, and he grins.
“Viktor. Take him to get a drink. I have business to attend to.”
Viktor’s hand lands on my lower back and he guides me forward. When we get to the bar top, we move between a few people and I half-expect I’ll have to spend hours waving someone down, but Viktor is immediately recognized. A young woman saunters up to us, winking at us both.
“Oh, Vik, you have a cutie with you tonight.”