The cartel life is done for some but only at its peak for others. With the feud between the Hunter siblings and the Grays put to rest; it opens new doors in life for everyone. One where Allele gets to focus on the legitimate life he built for his ch...
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Tom raised his hand and the applauding ceased. He said a few words of gratitude, thanking everyone for coming out to his function. He then officially opened the party for the purchase of sex with his prostitutes. Just like that people went ahead and started approaching his women for sale.
Tom moved through the room but kept his eyes on Tiffany and Xavier. They were standing amongst themselves. He noticed the Tiffany woman glancing his way a few times, but he pretended like he didn't notice.
Tom took his time making it to the side of the room they were on. When he finally approached them, he saw how the man suddenly pulled her into his side, putting an arm around her waist.
Tom and Breeze's eyes met and Tom extended his hand. "I don't believe we've met before. Your name?"
"Xavier." Breeze smiled, shaking his hand.
Right there Tom knew he was a phony. Because he would've immediately corrected him and let him know they have met before. There wasn't suppose to be anyone in this house he didn't know. Newcomers weren't allowed.
"And who's the lovely woman?"
"My fiancée, Tiffany."
Tom looked into her brown eyes. She wasn't the most gorgeous thing in here, but she wasn't ugly. She stared at him a little too hard though, almost in displeasure. It was subtle, but it was there. Malice. He picked up on the look but played it cool.
Tom extended his hand and a fake smile came across the woman's face.
Cilia extended her hand trying to hold it together. She didn't want to touch him. She thought about Breeze's hand around her waist. Breeze was right here, she was okay.
Cilia shook his hand. "Tiffany. Nice to meet you."
"Have you always been into threesomes or is it something you're doing for your boyfriend?"
"Fiancé. And I've always dabbled on the more adventurous side. I just found someone to share it with." She replied.
Tom smiled, there was a vague sense of familiarity with the woman. It was extremely faint but he didn't dismiss it. The daggers she was sending him with her eyes, along with them being intruders, had his antennas up now that he felt she looked familiar.
He looked down at her feet and so did Breeze and Cilia.
"Well I see you didn't get the memo. You're to wear black slippers with rubber grips on the bottom. Heels will scratch my floor."
Cilia looked around and noticed for the first time all the women had on what looked like bedroom slippers. With what she assumed to be rubber grips on the bottom. The men had on sneakers or dress shoes. She guessed the rules didn't apply to them because the material under their shoes wouldn't scratch the floors.
"Oh, I apologize. I didn't—"
"No problem. Would you mind taking them off? My attendant will escort you upstairs to get your slippers."
