319 Chapter 319: I’m Back On My Fee (1/2)
A few men drank together in the comfort of a private room inside a luxurious nightclub. A middle-aged man with a beer belly held a Russian girl with one arm and a bottle of beer in the other. He pointed the tip of the bottle at Nico Cole and said, ”Don't forget – we rely on you to make us rich.”
A bald man nodded in agreement. ”Since you're on vacation,” he said, ”we haven't pushed the matter, but we have had our eyes on you.”
Nico looked the two men over. Nico was in his fifties, but he was in good shape, so the men were not able to install any kind of fear in him. ”Thanks to our MUTUAL boss,” he said, ”I'm back on my feet. I will help you get rich, but I will not hand wealth to you on a silver platter. You must be prepared to work for whatever you want.”
”We're not afraid of death,” the fat man said, ”so don't worry. We will do what is necessary. I would rather die now than retire poor.”
The bald man scowled at that. ”What you're alluding to a thing of the past,” he argued. ”The job we are talking about is scrubbing. Shouldn't Nico be the one to handle it for us?”
When the Russian girl heard the word ”scrubbing,” she flinched, stood up, and went to stand beside Nico. She put a hand on his shoulder and said, ”Nico, let me massage your head. I'm good at it.”
Nico looked at her lustfully. Grinning, he grabbed her tit and laughed. ”I would much rather have you polish my knob,” he replied.
”Oh, you are a bad boy,” the girl replied as she sat down on his lap and casually began to stroke his cock over his jeans.
The fat man smiled, embarrassed. He knew that in order to get the most out of Nico, he had to cater to him, but he hated doing it at the expense of his own dignity.
The bald man looked at the girl and chuckled to himself. ”Take care of that one,” he told her. ”You could do worse for a baby-daddy.”
The fat man rolled his eyes. ”Oh, shut up,” he said. ”The man already has a child!”
”That being said,” the bald man argued, ”he has still not found her.”
”Oh, fuck off,” Nico growled. ”The two of you are ridiculous. If it weren't for the fact that I owe the boss a favor, I wouldn't even give either of you the time of day.”
At that, the bald man and the fat man both shut up. They finished their drinks, and Nico led them into the lounge. As they passed the bar, though, they were stopped by a crowd of people. At first, it seemed like nothing, but then a skinny man with rotting teeth emerged with a gun in his hand. He pointed to the Russian girl and said, ”If you valued your life, you would not have your hands on my girl!”
Nico took one look at the gun, though, and he laughed. ”If she was really your girl,” he argued. ”what was she doing in the back room just now, if not stroking my pecker?”
The skinny man was young, though, and his pride was too easily wounded. With a grimace on his face, he turned to the ugly kid at his side and said, ”Take care of this son of a bitch.”