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FOUR
Elias
“Can I get you anything, sir?”
The woman who uttered the words leaned over to whisper in my ear and ensure that I got an eyeful of the best cleavage money could buy.
It didn’t stir me at all.
“No,” I responded.
She blinked, clearly not used to being rejected, but then nodded and went to the others.
“Nothing to drink, Elias?”
I glanced over at Isaac Sargsyans, who had his usual smug expression on his face.
“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit, Isaac.”
I leveled a glare at him, not that he seemed to care.
“You’re not excited to celebrate your colleague’s new venture?” Isaac asked.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I responded.
I didn’t make any effort to speak loudly, not caring if I was heard over the blaring music.
“Come on, you gotta admit it’s a nice place,” Davit said, hitting my shoulder with his own.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was sincere, but I knew he was fucking with me, so I gave him a hard stare and then looked around.
The place looked nice and was quite an elevation the Roy family.
Since William Roy had taken over, the family’s operations were doing a lot better.
This nightclub was a new expansion and the family’s first entrance into the United States. Even more impressive was that I didn’t see even a hint of illegal activity.
Quite a change because the Roys hadn’t been known for their discretion. But with William in charge, that had started to change.
The place was squeaky clean.
And a perfect front for a money-laundering operation.
So, it was indeed impressive.
Too bad I wasn’t in the mood to be impressed.
The thing I was most in the mood for was something I couldn’t have, so it was best not to think of it. Beside, despite how it might look, this wasn’t a social occasion.
I looked around at the men gathered, most with women draped across their laps, drinks in their hands, and drugs in their systems. It looked causal, but I knew every man here was a killer, and despite the “celebration,” we were all here for business.
“There’s been talk,” Isaac said after taking a sip of his drink.
“There’s always talk,” I responded.
“Yes, but this might be worth paying attention to,” he said.
I looked at him, wondering what his angle was.
