Page 50 of The Greek's Retribution

“Alright, keep me posted,” Zar tells him before ending the call. “Hendrix, Frankie, and Mike, I want the three of you to wear the sunglasses, so you can see where their guns are.”

“We’re not going to pat them down,” Alistair poses.

Zar shakes his head. “No, I don’t want them to get antsy before we get them inside. If we do that, Trappa might see it as a sign of disrespect since he gave us the pass to get to Andre.”

“Don’t worry about him, I’ll be watching his every move,” Mike promises from the back of the SUV.

Pulling into the parking lot of Elite, I roll into a parking space two over from Trappa’s SUV. Two other vehicles with our security sit at opposite ends of the club. Trappa and his men are already out and are sitting on the benches on either side of the entry way, smoking cigarettes.

Mike, Hendrix, and Frankie get out first with their glasses on, followed by me next, Alistair, then Zar.

“Damn, you’re some sharp dressed motherfucker’s. Shit, even the one with the black fatigues killing it,” Trappa acknowledges, smirking at Mike as he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray, then stand.

Zar walks over to him, extending his hand. “Good to see you again, Trappa and thank you.”

“You too. What’s up with those?” he points to the two SUVs on the ends.

“That’s some of the club’s security. I run a lucrative establishment and they help ward off robbers, vandals, and the like,” Zar tells him. “Let’s take this on the inside, shall we?”

“After you,” Trappa says, moving to the side.

Alistair goes ahead of Zar, then enters the clubs security code, unlocking the doors, then enters first. Zar presents his hand, motioning for Trappa and his men to enter next. I crack my neck to calm myself from running up on Trappa and demanding he tell us what his involvement with Santiago is, but I know I can’t do it. I have to wait for Zar to give the order and I hope he does it soon.

“This is a nice place you have here,” Trappa praises as he and the two others look around, after Hendrix turns on the lights. “You know I’ve heard about Elite and have never been here. Your club is a lot classier than the ones in our hood and I bet the women are too.”

“We only have the best here at Elite, hence its name. You’re welcome to come check us out anytime. I’ll have a VIP section for you,” Zar offers as we follow Alistair through the club towards the conference room.

“I’m definitely going to take you up on that,” Trappa says.

Alistair gets to the conference room door, enters another code, then opens the door.

“Please, have a seat anywhere,” he says to Trappa and his men, trying to sound hospitable. I inwardly laugh because it looks as if he’s having a hard time trying to get his facial muscles to match the fakeness of his voice.

Trappa’s men go in before him, then start high-fiving and laughing amongst each other.

“Now, this is what you call a conference room,” the first one shouts, then holds his fist up to his mouth.

“Trap, look at the size of these televisions and look at this table. What is this cherry oak?” the second one asks, running his hand over the table.

Trappa slaps the back of his head. “Sit y’all asses down and stop acting brand new. Shit, it’s just a conference room, damn.”

Now, that shit was funny. As the guy rubs the back of his head, he and the other one take their seats on the end, across from each other and Trappa sits at the end of the table. Zar takes his seat at the head of the table with Alistair sitting to the left of him and Hendrix and Frankie standing behind him. By now, I’m sure they know where Trappa and his men’s guns are on them. Mike and I opt to stand along the wall behind Trappa, giving them no room for escape.

“First off, I want to thank you for contacting Janae about Santiago’s people trying to get information on us,” Zar leads in.

“No problem” Trappa states with a nod.

“So, Trappa I’m sure you know why I called you here today,” Zar starts, getting comfortable in his chair, then crossing his right leg over the left.

“Yeah,” Trappa returns.

“I would like to think after the incident with Andre, we have a mutual respect for one another,” Zar continues.

“Same,” Trappa counters.

Zar places his elbow on the armrest of his chair, then brings up his forearm, resting his chin in between his thumb and forefinger.

“So, I’m just wondering why information wasn’t relayed that you and the Cartel reside in the same area? I know you told Janae the men who were asking about us are men you’ve done business with in the past, but you have to understand how this looks to us.”

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