69. Dragging our departure back home.

Deangelo.

I was on my way to the Grapevine club which was located in the country I had travelled to. As soon as I got there with Luca and my men, I could see the long waiting line, it went around the corner and has about two hundred youngsters waiting to have what they termed ‘fun.’ Many of them looked younger than twenty one and I could already tell that they had the perfect IDs that they think is deceiving anyone but themselves.

After what was not a long waiting period for us because of our VIP card, we went in. Two steps inside and we were in a magical world of disco lights, laser beams, and the irreplaceable glow of black lights shinning on people and my body began to get irritated by the loud music and the body heat of hundreds of horny people.

As I looked around, I could see beautiful ladies wearing tight outfits that show their body figures-and, sometimes, even more. Everyone was smiling and having such a good time and it was almost as if I was the only one who cared about the fact that we were literally packed in the club like sardines.

If not for the fact that we needed to be here to tail the Amato pack men who have been said to be around here, I would never be found in a club like this, not ever. I do visit clubs of course but definitely not the ‘jam packed full of teenagers and youths’ kinds like this one. It was so not my kind of scene.

“Can you see any of them already?” I asked Luca who kept looking around the same way that I was doing.

“Not yet, alpha. I think we need to split so they don’t notice us, they should not be allowed to see their own deaths coming.” Luca says and I nodded while he walked away with one of the gammas.

I remained seated where I was as i make my own findings but I cannot help but also watch the half naked bodies of young men and women dancing around as if something had possessed their bodies. Men were wearing under shirts, or no shirt at all, and pants. They kept eyeing the women who strut around in tank tops and tight dance pants or skirts, and who are smiling, and letting all their worries go away.

I soon began to see guys getting close to very young girls and rubbing their stimulated private parts on the girls’ butts or private sections. Guys also use their right leg and place them between the girls’ legs and began rubbing to turn the girls on sexually. I could see some other girls being rubbed and touched by two males- one on the front and one on the back.

I guess one was not enough?

I saw another worst one which was a group of at least four people, who were tightly wedged together and used their private parts or their butts to play with the person who was in front or at the back of them.

The beat was even starting to vibrate off the walls as, the crowd was out in force and ready to party. The drinks were flowing across the VIP tables just as fast as the bartenders could make them, conversations was loud, patriots were struggling to hear over the thumping music and the dance floor is filled with sweaty bodies swaying to the beat. The line at the bar was extremely frantic, with people getting water or their favorite alcoholic beverage. This was so important because perspiration is of course a major factor, and nobody wants to pass out from dehydration.

As the big warehouse size fans blew as hard as they can, to cool down the sweaty bodies, I could still smell the musk of the guys and the sweet smell of perfume from the ladies as they kept on dancing like they were all trying to loose as much weight as possible in hours.

I could not help but feel old at the scenarios before me, this was what they called a typical youthful club and it made me scared that my daughter would think this was fun to be at soon enough. She is not attending any party like this, not if I know it, at least.

I had been on this trip for days now and I had been to much more matured clubs that had threatened to strip me off every ounce of my self control. I kept seeing so many beautiful french women when Luca and the rest of my men kept stalking the members of Amato pack, yet all I could ever think of was a certain redhead.

I have always been aware of my good looks even though I found it slightly inconveniencing since I had to be the Alpha and the 'big bad wolf' but women had always been drawn to me since he hit puberty. I had gone through a phase after before Jules where I had banged every hot chick with a vagina but that was before I was filled with more purpose to end every single member of the Amato park. Women did not exist for me anymore since Jules death, at least not until a little red head sneaked past my defence and into my life.

The clean up which was the destruction of a faction of the Amato park here had always been very quick. The darn wolves made no effort to hide their tracks and it had been very easy for my wolves and I to take them all out. Whenever we heard of them being anywhere at all, we trailed them and took them all out as easily as anything, they never saw us coming after all.

“I think we got a fake information this time, alpha. This is why i told you that I was very sure that we had already taken all of them out.” Luca said as he approached me.

“Well, I just wanted to be sure too, you know? It will be bad to not take them all out, that would be such a waste, but since we have now confirmed that we have non of them left in this country, at least for now, then I think we should just leave.” I said but it looked like Luca had other plans.

“I think we should just stay here and get a better VIP spot to enjoy the rest of the day though, do we not deserve it?” He said and I sighed, knowing that I had no choice but to grant that wish, he had done so much.

“Ugh! Fine! I do not want to see any of those underage girls here though.” I said to him and he smiled broadly.

The blood and carnage was a welcome distraction for me especially when it was the blood of these Amatos but since we were done with what we were primarily here for, the men could celebrate.

After finding a wide VVIP section, Luca and the men brought in women but I simply had no interest in any of them. Instead, I itched to go home to the Ferrari estate already but I was scared of looking too weak to the wolves.

Days after, the men still kept on having more fun, it was more like a vacation to them at this point and I did not want to be a party pooper, I also wanted to drag my stay here as long as I could because I wanted to stay away from the distraction I had next to my room. So I let them stay for days, thus dragging our departure back home.

I immersed myself with studying books on stocks, finance, catching on business that I would not have given two fucks about if I were at home. The Ferrari pack was a really rich and prosperous pack and we had a brilliant accountants and financial advisers running our business portfolio. All I did was sign the documents but here, I had to immerse myself in something to get my mind off the various important and somewhat unimportant things in my head.

Important hings that had a lot to do with killing Bruno and Salvatore in the worst torturous ways possible. Then unimportant things that had to do with spreading the legs of a beautiful redhead and busying myself in them.