Sidharth Fayzal Shaikh wiped his bloody hands on the cloth one of his men handed to him. The sound of screams filled the abandoned warehouse he owned. Once his hands were free of blood he grabbed his cell phone to see if there were any calls waiting for him. Glancing the three calls from the women he kept on a regular basis for sating his needs in the bed, he deleted them all, turning back to see if his right hand man and partner, Moiz, had gotten the information he needed.
"Please, make it stop," Adnan, the man bound to the chair, said, whimpering.
Folding his arms, Sidharth was bored. Why did little shits really think they could mess with him? At thirty-five years old he'd proven to all of the rival gangs that he wasn't to be messed with. He owned girls, drugs, and money. Over the years he'd proven more than once that he wasn't afraid of killing his enemies, or at the least torturing them first. Sidharth kept a firm hold on everything, making sure no one messed with him. He wasn't a cruel man to people who followed the rules, and he was fair to everyone who was honest with him. Those people who broke the rules and tested him, were then hurt. Sidharth did warn all of them before he hired anyone.
The front of all of his businesses was his nightclubs. No one looked too closely unless someone died on his property from the drugs taken. Most of the time, Sidharth got men to dump the body elsewhere. He'd grown up on the streets and knew how the people worked. When there was an economic down turn people sought him out for money, work, or drugs to forget all about the world.
"Where is the money from the drugs, Adnan? I'm not in the mood for your shit," Sidharth said, still feeling bored.
Adnan whimpered, crying out as Moiz grabbed his hair, yanking his head back.Blood dripped from Adnan's lip, head, and nose. His face was black and blue from his and Henry's punishments. Sidharth was bored. He hated dealing with addicts, and from the track marks on Adnan's arms, the man was a f**king user.
Not only had he used product that Sidharth intended to sell, he'd taken money by also dealing the shit within his club.
"Please, I'm sorry. I'll make it back, boss," Adnan said, wheezing.
It would be more work to take John to the hospital, and then if he squealed to the cops, the work and payoff would be too much money.
"No, you won't make it back. There's nothing you can do." Sidharth turned to look at Moiz.
"Kill him and dispose of the body. I'm done with this piece of shit."Adnan started to scream and whimper before Sidharth had even left the building.
Spinning on his heel, he walked outside as the bullet rang out. Pulling out the packet of cigarettes, he took out a smoke and lit it. Inhaling the nicotine he stared up at the night sky contemplating which bitch he was going to take for the night. Providing he had a lot of money, any woman came to his need. He was never short of a wh**e to put his dick inside.All women were wh**es; it's what he was taught on the streets. He had yet to meet a woman who was worth more than a passing glance. Sure, the women he dated were beautiful, but they'd been with a lot of men, making them a little too bitter to the world.
Moiz walked out, talking on the phone as he went.
"The disposal team?" Sidharth asked once Henry hung up.
"Yeah, we've got to wait for them to arrive. You got a couple of grand on you to pay them?"
Nodding, Sidharth went to the trunk of the car. Flicking the lock, he opened it up and peeled away the carpet to reveal the small safe he kept hidden. "I've got plenty of cash."
Moiz lit up a cigar and leaned against the car. "He pissed himself again."
"f**ker knew he'd done wrong. I'd be more surprised if he didn't." Blowing out a ring, Sidharth listened to the passing city life. He loved living in the city. There were so many people waiting to plunge down that slippery spiral of life.
"What are you doing for the rest of the night? Moiz asked.
Sidharth had met Moiz over ten years ago. They'd been fighting for the same side in the underground fighting ring. Both of them were vicious and had been trained by the same man. After a year of playing the circuit they had both gone out to make a living for themselves. Now, they were a team, but most of the business was down to Sidharth. Moiz had a large scar down the side of his face from a fight gone wrong. His face put off prospective business partners. They learned long ago that Sidharth handled the business while Moiz was the muscle. When it was between them, they were friends. Sidharth would die to save Moiz, and he knew the other man was the same.
Their friendship was the only thing Sidharth actually cared about. The money just made life easier, and f**king was fun while it lasted. His friendship with Moiz was cemented. They were a team
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"I was going to meet Debolina, but she is too busy pissing me off. She wants something more, so I got to stop by the jewelry store and pick her something up. I may f**k her before I give her the present."
"Cold, boss. Women like being wined and dined."
"Don't have the time. I don't give a f**k about a good meal. If I wanted that, I'd get takeout at a restaurant. The only thing I need is a good woman to make me happy for a couple of hours." Sidharth threw his smoke on the ground and stubbed it out with his foot.
"Stop calling me boss."
"It's easier to call you that. I'm used to it now. We both know we've only gotten this far because of you. I don't know anything about numbers or business. I can fight. That's all I'm good for."
Sidharth didn't argue with him. Within the hour the cleaning crew arrived. He dealt with the money and stayed until the body was safely out of his warehouse.
Climbing into the car, he waited for Moiz to drive away.
"Where we going?"
"Take me to the jewelry store you use." Sidharth rubbed at his temples feeling the need for some sleep. First, he needed to f**k someone. Debolina he'd f**k and then dump. It would be far easier that way to get what he wanted.
"You go through a lot of women," Moiz said.
"Last I checked you were f**king all the wh***s that work at the club." Within his many nightclubs Sidharth also supplied a lot of women for the men looking for some action. He didn't force them, and he made sure they got a good cut of their income. In the beginning he was running the club, doing drugs on the side, and then some women approached him. He couldn't believe a group of women actually came to him for protection so they could conduct their business.
"Hey, they give me what I need, and I give them what they need."
Shaking his head, Sidharth chuckled. "Can you believe we were just fighters over a decade ago?"
"No, I can't, but I sure as I feel it sometimes. My body knows it has been a punching bag to one too many mens," Moiz complained, opening and closing his hand into a fist.
"I know what you mean."
Sidharth had many scars over his body from fighters who'd pulled a knife on him. Even though underground fighting had rules it didn't stop men from pulling out a knife.
"Still, I'd rather be living this life than working the circuit like a lot of young men. At least we've got a choice who we pummel," Moiz said.
"Sure." Moiz pulled up outside of the jewelry store. Climbing out of the car, Sidharth headed inside. Glancing behind him, he saw Moiz resting on the hood of the car, lighting up another smoke. "Are you coming in?"
"I don't need pretty gifts to get what I want. I'll wait here."
Not bothering to argue with the man, Sidharth entered the small store. He used the same place all the time to buy his gifts. Most of the time he sent one of the waitresses at the club to get him what he needed and rarely came out to buy. Tonight was important. After a quick roll in the sack, he didn't want to have to be dealing with the girl again.
Once inside, he saw there were only two women on staff. The brunette was talking to a young couple. From the look of them they were getting engaged.
The black hair girl he spotted long before the brunette. She was polishing the glass on the display case. Her long black hair caressed the top of her ass as it cascaded down her back. She wore the same blue uniform as the other woman, and the skirt ended at her knees. The view of her back showed her to be on the plump side. Both women were not overly slender, but the black hair girl was rounder than the brunette. He'd not seen her face yet, but if she repulsed him, he could always put a bag over her head.
Maybe the night wasn't going to be so bad after all.
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