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Overwhelmed by fear, I sat there crying, unaware of how much time had passed. My phone vibrated repeatedly, but I remained huddled in my haven, unable to break from the harsh reality that confronted me.
Chapter 19
JASPER
Max and I reached the Petrov brothers’ casino at ten-fifteen. We were welcomed by a tall, slender girl with red hair and curious eyes, who gave me a hungry once-over.
She was dressed in her uniform, consisting of a black pencil skirt and a white button-down shirt with a collar, that fit tightly against her chest forcing her buttons to splay open at the top.
I could see the lace outline of her bra, where she spilled from the top. Her name tag said ‘Sassy’. I looked past her towards the office area, searching for our clients, but noticed through the window that the lights were off. I made eye contact with the young woman, for direction. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch as she licked her lips. I cleared my throat, and her attention immediately shifted back to my face.
“Are they in? We have a ten-thirty appointment.” My tone was thick with irritation. She gave me a flirty smile, tilting her head while running her hand over my suit jacket, brushing imaginary lint from my shoulder.
“The two of them are downstairs, handling an issue, they will be back shortly.” She guided us toward the office. She offered us a beverage, her gaze never leaving me. Things started to get uncomfortable, Max cleared his throat and requested a glass of water.
“Yes, of course, sir.” She quickly glanced in his direction, bringing her eyes back to me before leaving the room, and pulling the door shut behind her, taking care to give me a full view of her ass on the way out.
“What the hell was that?” I said brushing off my jacket in the spot she had her hands. Max laughed hysterically at my disgust.
“Man, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it,” he taunted.
“I’m not sure you could. She was a stage four clinger. She didn’t seem that interested in what you have to offer.” I retorted.
The office we were waiting in was just as you would expect, a large room that seemed small with both Max and I sitting in it given our size. Max was 6’2, 210 pounds with huge forearms that threatened to rip through his coat. I’m tall, 6’4”. I weigh around 220 pounds, with a good amount of muscle. Our appearance may not fit the typical lawyer stereotype, but our reputation confirms that we are the best in the field.
It didn’t take long for Ms. Lusty pants to come back, handing Max a bottle of water. With a broad smile, he reached for the bottle, deliberately brushing her hand with his, drawing her attention away from me and towards himself.
Thank God.
“Thank you, pretty lady,” he said flirtatiously. Her face turned a shade of pink just lighter than the red lipstick she was wearing as she let out a pitiful giggle. “Yes, sir.” she choked out.
“Mmm, I like how you say that… sir.” he purred the last word drawing it out for no reason other than to mess with her. She bit her bottom lip and let out an almost inaudible groan before opening the door to leave but instead of walking out the door, she ran face-first into the chest of one of the two burly tattooed men in suits that were standing on the other side.
“I’m sorry sir.” She whimpered; her gaze fixed on the floor. He grunted in her direction, prompting her to rush out of the way, which she did.
The man showed his disapproval with one glance at the woman, saying everything that needed to be said, with one look.
“Ah, Mr. Whitlock, Max! Good to see you,” his loud voice vibrated from the walls in a thick accent.
He walked over with his hand extended. I rose and met him halfway. He was a large muscular bald man, with dark brown eyes, and an eyebrow piercing over his left eye. His neck was tattooed with wings that covered the length of his throat. He wore a designer suit with a white shirt beneath it, which I couldn’t help but notice had red speckles on its cuff. His knuckles were covered in gashes, that were open and swollen, more than likely a fresh wound.
The guy who came in after him was built pretty much the same and had his hair, which was a bit longer, slicked to the side with way too much hair gel. He had stars tattooed over his right eye. His knuckles were covered in a tribal tattoo, with the word ‘MOM’. His face was familiar, but it didn’t belong to the two men we previously met with at the restaurant weeks ago.
“I’m sorry. there must be a mistake we are here to meet the Petrov brothers.” I stated, confused at the two new faces.
The gentlemen looked towards each other with smirks on their faces.
“Ah yes, Mr. Whitlock you met with our cousins,” he said with a chuckle, I glanced at the man behind him again, as he nodded in agreement.
“I’m Malice Petrov and this,” he throws his thumb towards the man standing behind him.
“This is Havoc Petrov,” he introduced. Havoc nodded in my direction without uttering a word. Meanwhile, Malice cleared his throat.
“You can never be too careful, you understand,” he said with another nod in Max’s direction. The two of them share another look, obviously communicating with each other. I looked back at Max, unsure of what had just occurred, I was determined to figure it out.
“Okay, gentlemen what can we do for you?” I asked trying to get this meet and greet over with and down to business. Malice, who was clearly in charge, walked back to the door they originally walked through and gestured for us to follow. Havoc stood back allowing space for Max and me, as we followed Malice toward the back of the casino.
We walked past two tall well-dressed men with earpieces. Both were sizing us up with an intense stare. Malice used a key card to gain entrance through the double doors.