Casino's Problem
Chapter 47
The goings of the club were not fair at all.
Mikhail stood behind the glass of the club, some folks were stealing from him and he had to get them no matter what.
"Bacardi? Or Morgan?" Mason asked, holding a glass and he grabbed the one at the right.
"Bacardi it is then."
"When I get these guy's screwing with me, I'll make them pay for it," Mikhail said, gritting his teeth.
The only thing he hated to the core was someone betraying him.
Sooner or later he would get those guys and he'd make them pay for it.
He'd gut their livers out and make them bleed while they beg for their life.
"How are you going to settle with your wife? You know what Malcolm wants. The man is as cunning as a tortoise." Mason said again, scratching his head and giving a sigh.
"He's going to fight but he won't win."
"You'd have to tell your wife about your next plan."
"She doesn't need to know," Mikhail replied, pouring another liquor into the glass.
"You think she'll be happy when she sees you on the internet with another woman? Do you think she'll smile and act as if she doesn't care? You have a lot of thinking to do man." Mason said, shaking his head.
"She doesn't have to give a damn about what I do. I'm so tired right now from that conversation." He said and walked to the couch.
He had to do something for the man to stop bothering him.
The man had proposed that he took his daughter and name a date and as cunning as the little witch...she had dropped woke conditions and one was making sure people knew she went yours with him.
Was he that hot?
'Stupid! Don't you look at yourself every day in the mirror.'.
He picked up his phone and dialed be number.
She picked at the first ring.
"Hello...how rich are you calling an international call. You should have made use of WhatsApp remember?" She sighed but he said nothing.
This very woman was eating through his flesh little by little.
He didn't just come back to Seattle because of the jobs, he came so he'd be away from her for a little while.
Staying with her would do something he was not ready to face.
"Mikhail..are you okay?" She asked, and he closed his eyes.
"I'm asking a.."
"I'm not okay Ashley." It tore out the front of his throat before he could even stop it.
"Why? Is something bothering you?" She asked, and he sighed.
"Can I come back to Italy?" He asked, and he was sure this time she had frowned her little face and huffed.
"Are you joking with me? You can come anytime you want Mikhail."
"Hmm, I'll be there soon." He said and hung up.
Standing up he reached for the counter and dropped the glass.
"Trouble in paradise?"
"I'll be heading to Italy now, be back in two hours."
Mason had his jaw dropped.
"What the fuck is wrong with you dude? If I didn't know better I'd called you a sick lovestruck human."
He ignored Mason's words and walked out of the club and down the stairs till he was in his car.
He needed a place to rest and he had to leave.
He hadn't even told Mason or anyone else what was going on with him.
He had finally met the very person he had been searching for his whole life.
Seeing her made him feel so bad.
Was he that evil of a kid that she had to leave?
He rested his head on the back of the chair.
His life was fucked up.
*****
Sandra was in the restroom of the club.
She never knew even the club would turn out to be a business place to meet up.
Her boss had given her the car keys and ordered her to drive.
Well..she drove and suddenly he asked her to stop in front of the club.
He had said a needed to talk business with an important client and it turned out to be Mikhail.
so important. She sneered and walked back to the lounge he had left them.
"Where else are we going, Boss?" The sarcasm was there.
Sooner or later..she would surely leave the company and go find somewhere else she could work in peace.
This man was giving so headaches.
She was not a driver but she did many work and more.
"Where have you been? I'd been looking for you." He said, looking up at her.
She gasped.
Was he drunk?
"Don't even think of being drunk dear sir, I will leave you here." She whispered, going over to him and collecting the glass he held.
How much did he have to drink?
This was going to be a great problem for her.
Well..it was already past four in the evening and she was with her things...so she would drop him at his penthouse and go home...after all, she was his secretary and if the Boss was off..the PA had to be off as well.
Hanging his left hand on her shoulder..she began to lead him down the stairs and to the car.
Just as she made him sit in the back of the car..he turned and gave her a hit on the arm.
"Aaahh!" She yelled and slapped him.
"That's right..for making me work tirelessly, for making me work my ass off when others get off work early as possible." She mumbled and gave him another slap.
The drunk man could only rub his jaw as he slept.
"Stupid!' She cussed and walked to the driver's side to drive.
If only he could always get drunk so she'd send her frustrations like this. It would always be better.
Turning to see that he had already fallen asleep, she ignited the engine of the car and zoomed off to the penthouse that was not far from the City's hospital.
TBC
