The Forbidden Daffodil ✅ (Paperback Available)

Chapter 2

A man in his early thirties was drinking along with one more man. Three of them seemed to enjoy the moments. 

"So, what makes you come here?" Carlos was asked the simplest yet most complicated question by David.

"Just to have a look at my own club. Sometimes you need to pay a visit to your own properties." Carlos laughed while clinking his glass with David. Of course, he had come down to Detroit to track down the rest of the moves that were slowly chewing the lion's tail. And here the lion was none but him who had to expand his claws. Sometimes ignorance of the little irritation could cause a big headache. 

David was working under him for the past few years. It was not that hard to read through his words. There was more information in between the lines that he usually spoke.

"Sylvester had created a fuss. I remember hitting his two men yesterday." David opened up his mouth and raised his finger to the girl who was dancing on the floor. She came towards them, swaying her beautiful body and heavy ass. 

"I wonder how he could even gather so much courage to step in." Carlos gulped down the rest of his whiskey from the glass and waited for the next round.

"No idea Boss." David laughed when the girl sat on his lap to give him a lap dance. He was a thorough sex addict who never thought twice before banging a girl and knocking her out. The girl kept on grinding her body on his crotch area. She was wearing bare minimum clothes and seeing her open skin only David felt hard in his pants. 

Carlos looked at the other girl who was waiting for his approval before approaching him. David was his old pal and only he had a bare minimum right to have a friendly session with the most ruthless American Mafia.  

"Thinking of Greta?" David looked at Carlos who was busy scrutinizing the entire club. He was looking for one particular face that was missing since he had arrived. On the other hand, David thought he might be ignoring the pleasure of thinking about his engagement with Greta. Though they were just engaged, sooner or later they had to marry. Greta belonged to a family related to the American mafia itself. Her father handles Florida. In a nutshell, the couple did strike a nice deal.

Carlos was still lost in his actions when a waitress came to serve him another drink. Though she was dressed in a uniform that was prominently speaking her position, she held a nice smile while holding the drinks for him.

Her exposed cleavage looked enough alluring and the moment she extended her hand to offer the glass, Carlos touched her wrist internationally. Placing the glass back in its place turned his face to read something from her eyes. She blinked twice before going back to her previous posture as she was leaning to serve him the drink. As soon as her back got strengthened a harsh pull made her sit on Carlos's lap. A small gasp left her mouth when he settled her on his thighs making her back facing him. Slowly his hand reached near her neck and grabbed the area. Gently massaging the area he brought the glass of whiskey which she had just offered him. He brought the glass near her lips and rubbed it gently on her glossy lips. She pursed her lips tightly to ignore the glass but couldn't move her head much due to the fear.

She was feeling uncomfortable as well as scared. Her sweaty palms were fisted and placed on her thighs. The shivering didn't go unnoticed by Carlos. He let out a soft chuckle and whispered in her ears.

"Drink it."

She paused for a few seconds to blurt out her words like a scared animal.

"I don't drink sir." 

Carlos held the glass still near her lips and let out a huge sigh.

"Are you sure? If I ...."

He couldn't finish his words when the girl abruptly stood up from his lap and stood there shivering like a leaf. Her lips were quivering and her face was all red. She was panting hard as if she had seen a ghost.