Chapter 2 Maxweel Benevant

In the upscale nightclub in town, the night seemed long to me, with men of distinctive features sitting in the room in the dim light, drinking the best whiskey, smelling the best product on the tray, I went from one side to the other, sitting in the middle of them accompanying them, the women doing their best dancing sensually to attract them, the tips from the English are the best, they love it when they come, but at the moment their interest is our drugs, our drink, the women come after business.

I sucked as much as I could from the tray, Blanka filled my ears at our last meeting with her family about our marriage, had it been up to me, we would have been married long ago. I have loved her forever, but it was with several women who worked for my grandfather, that I became an experienced man to distract my full attention from her, until she agreed to be my bride.

Marriage should be something that a man asks and then both walk to the church quickly, take their vows and goodbye bachelor life, no other woman in the world is enough for me except to have her in my bed, in my life. I get up from the couch leaving my clients, the women who work for me have come, since my courtship and engagement I remain faithful, intact, I don't touch them, I don't have relations with them, but when I get married we will stay for three days in the bedroom, I will have her daily, it will be worth the sacrifice.

I looked down the nightclub strip, and as always the women keep attractive, whoever makes the biggest profit of the night gets two hours shopping at the mall, they can buy whatever they want, and how much they want. It is a way I have found to move the trade of women, although women do very well, what they like. I am a pimp of women, drugs and guns, but lately more of women is what has made me the most profit around here, there are no other competitors, at least the Donatellos have not intervened in this business.

Looking around, I noticed some confusion in the casino, it caught my attention, four customers were threatening a guy with nothing to show for it, he was alone, in my nightclub there can be anything but mess, my customers don't like it, besides being bad for business. It's also bad for commerce. Besides, most of the men who come here are married businessmen looking for a good time, a photo in the media, marriages fall apart and companies' stocks plummet, they lose money, and so do I.

- Good evening gentlemen! - I spoke as I approached, most of them flinched at the sight of me, I am tall, strong, I don't believe my looks helped win Blanka, my beloved, but her good eyes. I looked around, the average man, Caucasian, half-fat with green eyes, held by the collar of his shirt, had two guns pointed at his head. - Sir, excuse me for... - I shook my hand to avoid listening, there is no excuse for bringing my establishment into disrepute.

- What is the reason for the disorder? - I raised my eyebrow at the question, seeing that at the table everyone was winning and only one was losing, everything, in fact, there was nothing, until the dealer wearing a classic suit approached me fearfully, and I stared at him for an answer. - The gentleman here bet big, and now he says there is not so much to pay. - I sighed, upstairs I had just closed a deal, the English are very discreet, it's no wonder they have such a good reputation, if I knew there was a client of this type in the establishment, the deal would be undone.

- Take him to the back, take everything from him! - This time it was the stranger who knelt in supplication, and I looked at him, not understanding how he managed to get into my casino. - Lord have mercy, I have no money to pay them. - I looked at him seriously, from his attire and appearance there really wasn't. - Who brought you here? - I asked - Apolo Benavente. - I bit my lower lip out of habit, my half-brother always making trouble.

- But sir... - Just two glances in his direction, I heard him shake his voice. - Take him to the back, rip everything out of him, until there is no damage left for my clients. - I walked towards the stairs, and this time, yes, my girls were working giving their best to my clients, I spun on my heels when I saw one of my clients in his intimate moment of pleasure, feeling the maximum pleasure with an oral from Lavinsky, his eyes doing that so well in my direction turned me on, asking to be felt by his owner, I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, almost a year without feeling a woman, if my marriage doesn't come off in less than two months I will go crazy.

While Andreza satiated another client, that was more than delicious for Halfe who received that wonderful caress, pushing his head to penetrate her throat, the others also played their part, devourers of men and certainly the next day there would be nothing for them to complain about, drink, food, drugs and perfect women in secret.

I sighed leaning against the door for a long time, until each one left accompanied by a woman to the suites. - Girls, treat my friends well! - I said as John came up the stairs with a scowl on his face. - Tell me, John, what's the problem this time? - He shook his head in denial. - The son of a bitch has nothing, and one of the bettors at the table is one of the Maleastes - I sighed seeing that it would mess with my pocket, the family. Maleastes are of a high standard, if one of them is offended, dozens follow. - Pay them off, get rid of this bastard, after taking everything he has.

He climbed to the last step, bowed his head in denial. - The problem, Max, is that he doesn't have anything in his name, everything that is in his responsibility doesn't belong to him, everything belongs to his stepdaughter who lives with him. - I sighed, it was just another night with problems. - Do whatever it takes, so that I get my money back. - I looked at the shiny wedding ring on my finger and turned it slowly, feeling an enormous desire.

Blanka is a beautiful woman, extremely blonde with long hair, thick eyebrows with light hair, her blue eyes give me the sensation of being in front of an endless ocean, her white, white skin gives me the sensation of peace away from all that I inherited, from my family, I am an Italian mafioso. So every sacrifice, to own her sweetness and ingenuity will be little, it was not easy to conquer her, it could be years of waiting, since my beloved bride wants everything perfect, a garden open only for the most important in the family, and some men like me, I still don't believe the Donatello's will go to this ceremonial, but her father invited them.

- Look at this picture... - I barely looked at the picture in the night lights that flickered in my eyes, the picture, I wasn't interested in the beauty of any other woman than my fiancée, nothing and no one would be as beautiful, as graceful and sweet as her, but she was a beautiful girl. - What do you suggest with this photo? - I questioned, looking at the lights on the dance floor, people were consuming the best products, drinking the best whiskey, and other products in my club without even caring about the value, how did a homeless man with no possessions end up here? No one could have known that. - She is a beautiful ragazza sir, young, look at those eyes, the amount they took was high.

I nodded, I have no idea how much, but from the worry on my hood it must have been a lot of money. - What do you suggest? - I questioned calmly. - This girl with those eyes and such beauty will earn you a fortune every night, you will have men at your feet. - I looked at him, taking a cigar out of his pocket, he took out his lighter and lit it for me. - Are you suggesting to me that the loser has a beautiful stepdaughter, who can guarantee me the damage he caused me in one night? - I stared at him and he just nodded. - Yes sir, they are poor, the girl is pretty, no one will care!

I kept swallowing with him standing beside me. - What have you done with him? - I questioned, entering the room that smelled of nothing but sex, and he sat down beside me. - A beating as usual, but we can do better. - I agreed, we should give him another one. - Better let him go, follow him and bring your niece to us, how old is she?

- I frowned, I should be a teenager with pimples, herpes, and a lot of frills. - What do you think I'm going to do with an eighteen-year-old girl, John? - he smiled with his head down. - Many clients ask for younger girls, and no one needs to know how old she is. - I nodded, nothing that a little make-up and a dress and heels wouldn't help, the important thing was to get my money back. - Let him go and follow every step, bring her to me, I want her here, as for him we'll see what we do later.