Sold to Diaz Cartel

Sold to Diaz Cartel

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Chapter 1: Diaz Cartel

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The smell of alcohol is thick, dancing and intertwining with the smoke of the cigarettes being exhaled out of the mouths of lustful men.

Dull neon lights illuminate the surroundings, crating a haze inside the club and making the atmosphere seem a different world once stepped inside. A group of men in expensive suits appear at the entrance, immediately greeted by the door girl in turn. 

The beautiful ginger leads them to the VIP section where only two of them sit comfortably and a third stands to the side while the rest bow and leave the club as fast as they came.

A waitress approaches the table with glasses and bottles of fine alcohol that she serves with a smile and a bow before escaping the heavy stares of the group. The three men exude a dark aura but it is the man sitting in the middle who everyone tries to avoid.

The man has very handsome features that are obscured by a murderous stare perpetually lingering on his dark eyes, his hair is styled to the side leaving his forehead and his thick eyebrows exposed, and his neck sports intricate tattoos that might’ve looked cheap on anyone else but look elegant on his smooth skin. However, it is the tattoo on his right hand which calls for the attention of everyone.

A couple different tattoos cover his knuckles and fingers yet, it is only the crown on his index finger that matters. It symbolises his position as leader of the biggest mafia group in Danson, and second in Sangrid only to the Montenegro family. Everyone knows him or has heard about him, warned to fear his extreme mood changes. Diaz Cartel.

The lights go out leaving the stage completely dark while the DJ announces the beginning of the show. A group of men seating four tables down stand up and immediately run towards the sides of the extended stage trying to find the best place for the performance.

"Amateurs,” says Diaz with disgust. "All this low class men salivating for the dancers are exactly the reason why it is such a great idea to own clubs like this. They will pay anything to get a taste of this ragged up dolls.” Lucius rolls his eyes at the comment but doesn’t say anything.

No point in correcting him when he is right.

“None of them up to your standards?” asks Lucius with a mocking smile. “I’ve heard that this one dancing next is special.”

Diaz huffs before saying: “Come on, Lucius, you should know better than to trust someone that comes in here on their own accord.”

“No, no, this next one has a big community of loyal followers that come to see her every performance and are willing to bid higher than anyone for her tonight.”

“Yeah? And why is that?”

“Two reasons,” Lucius says holding two fingers up. “She was a professional dancer before this,” he puts one finger down. “And she is a virgin who is only debuting tonight.”

Both men stay silent for a moment. Lucius looks at Diaz expectantly and the other can’t help but notice his mouth opened slightly.