Page 17 of Beautiful Devil

FABRIZIO

Walking into Secrets,I hear the low thumping bass of the music as I make my way down the dark corridor. Adorned with black plush carpet, red velvet walls, and dim lighting, the club gives off the perfect sexy finish.

Pushing my way through the dark red curtain that separates The Greeting room from the main entrance of the club, I’m immediately assaulted with a barrage of people and The Weeknd’s voice singing “Earned It” over the surround speakers throughout the room.

And I’m already annoyed.

This place used to excite me, get me going, but all it’s doing so far is aggravating the fuck out of me with how loud the music is and the sheer amount of people surrounding me.

Small black high-top tables with black leather high-back chairs line the far side of the room near the bar. A long cherrywood bar top with black leather stools takes up the far wall of the club. Lightly stained floating wood shelves hang behind the bar, scattered with bottles of expensive alcohol.

Above the bar are dark red pendant lights hanging down every five feet, giving off a dim, sensual vibe. Lining the stage and the rest of the room are red leather couches and chairs with big, curved arms.

It may only be four o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday, but that doesn't mean jack shit, as it's fairly crowded already. Technically, Secretsdoesn't open until nine for the public, but for VIP members, it opens at two o’clock. This way, dirty fuckers like myself can have a drink, enjoy the show, and have somefunin private.

Making my way to the back corner of the room between the bar and the stage, I take a seat in my usual red leather chair. This is my favorite place to sit when I come here because it has the perfect vantage point. I'm far enough away and I'm semi-hidden in the corner. In this particular place by the bar, the lighting is muted so that I’m barely visible, leaving me with a clear view of the entire room where I can keep an eye on everything, if shit should happen to go down.

Which it's been known to.

Casting a view around the room, I take in my surroundings. Same old shit as always. Looking straight ahead to the stage, I see a topless busty blonde woman working the gold stripper pole in nothing but a tiny purple studded G-string and clear six-inch heels. Wrapping her left leg around the pole, she pulls herself up and flips upside-down, spreading her legs out wide, showing everyone the outline of her pussy lips.

In the middle of the stage, lying on the black lacquer floor, is a black woman with long, curly caramel-colored hair, completely naked, thrashing and crying out in pleasure, while a small curvy brunette with an ass the size of Texas and double D-sized breasts goes down on her.

To the side, but no less in plain sight, her tits are being sucked by a stick-thin, bleach blonde woman whose hair stops just at the top of her round butt.

All three women on the floor are moaning, driving the men seated in the small tables in front of the stage crazy. Once upon a time, this used to make me hard as fuck, but now it does all but nothing for me apart from boring me out of my fucking mind.

The bleach blonde lets go of the breast she was sucking on with a pop and moves up to the woman’s mouth, giving her a hot and sloppy kiss while massaging her peaked nipple. Finally coming up for air, she crawls her way down the stage to where the brunette is and comes up behind her. While the blonde lifts the brunettes hips off the stage, she trails kisses on the backs of her thighs and both ass cheeks before peeling off the black G-string with her teeth.

While the brunette spreads the legs of the curly haired female, inserting a finger into her cunt and starts to fuck her slowly. After a couple of minutes, she bends her head down to eat her out, causing both women to groan. Removing her fingers from the curly caramel haired woman’s pussy, she moves that hand between her own legs and starts to circle her clit with the other woman's juices, getting herself off.

A man sitting dead center for this show unzips his pants, pulls out his hard dick, and starts pumping, getting himself off while he watches the women in front of him. Other men in surrounding chairs similar to mine have women in various stages of undress giving them blow jobs.

I have a sneaking suspicion as to why these women and this club aren't doing it for me anymore, but I’m not ready to admit that to myself yet.

Two men are sitting off in the corner of a barely lit area, happily watching the scene before them as they appear to be interested in what's taking place up on stage all the while jerking each other off under the table. Thinking they’re so slick and can't be seen, but I can see them…I can see everything.

Once finished, they’ll make it look like they’re taking women to a room in the back when in reality, these men pay them to have sex with one another andwatchas they fuck each other up the ass.

While I’m sure theirwiveswould be only too happy learning about their husbands’extracurricular activities, in our world, secrets like this could mean life or death. We hold onto this information until the opportunity is right and we can cash it in to our advantage.

Scanning the room again, I stop on one face in particular that catches my eye and does more to worsen my mood than improve it.

Dante Bonetti.

Sitting in one of the plush armchairs off to the side of the stage, he’s dressed in his signature Brioni three-piece navy pinstripe suit. He lounges casually with his suit jacket unbuttoned and hanging open and his right ankle resting on the opposite knee, showing off his dark brown Armani dress shoes.

His right hand lays on top of the crossed ankle, displaying two big gold rings on the pinky and ring finger. In his left hand, he holds a cigar in a way that draws attention to the Cartier watch fastened around his wrist. Dark, almost black hair is slicked back with gel, reminding me of Bonasera fromThe Godfather.

He’s looking a little paler these days; I notice his small hazel eyes with bags underneath them are hooded as he takes in the show in front of him. For an old fuck, he’s in pretty good shape and doesn’t seem to be hurting for female attention either, which is apparent by the busty blonde who keeps stopping by and making sure to touch him in some way.

Not bad for being sixty-two.

Historically more a rival than a friend, I despise him as much as he despises me. I see him here on occasion, buthowhe came to be a Don I’ll never understand. He treats his men like shit and his women even worse. He’d also stab you in the back as quickly as he’d shake your hand when it comes to business.

Dante hates me because I'm younger, more powerful, and more successful than him. I’m also better looking and in turn, get the hotter women – all things that make me feel like an arrogant bastard when I see the prick face-to-face.

A surge of anger rushes through me knowing that this bastard had a hand in stealing fromme. Did he really think he’d get away with it? I’m not stupid enough to start something in the middle of the club right now…this isn’t the time or place. Patience is a virtue and I know I’ll get him once and for all and it’ll be worth it in the end.

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