"Lux," he starts to ask if I want to dance again. I don't respond. When he tries to pull that move like he did after eating half a meal at ‘Beef', I turn and strike up a conversation with Suyoung.
"I'm enjoying myself," she replies to my question, apparently not knowing that it's disrespectful to talk to someone but not give them your attention.
Graham is on the opposite side of her, looking so utterly left out, as her eyes have been on Victor entirely. Then another woman comes to ask for a seat.
"Sure," Victor replies.
"So," I begin to Suyoung, as my lips tense with anger that Victor is flirting with another woman right next to me. Or rather, allowing her to flirt with him.
"I want to dance," Suyoung says, and stands up abruptly, giving the club a view of her white thong.
I grab my flute of champagne and down the bitter drink. I've been trying to be cordial with this woman all night. I'm not a drinker, so hopefully the tipsiness can overtake the desire to pop Suyoung up side her head.
"Yyy … yesss … Suyoung." Graham starts to get up. As I drown myself in another glass, I finally understand how the sweet guy had turned into a little creepy at the hotel. He is so unsure of himself. If he should flirt, grab a boob, or be that sweet guy I feel that he is somewhere deep within.
"No, not with you. Graham, I want to dance with your brother," Suyoung replies. Though Usher is crooning loud and clear, you can physically hear Graham's spirit crushing. Victor shrugs and gets up. Now this self-centered bastard won't even look me in the eye as he takes Suyoung's hand.
"Graham … " I begin as tears come to my eyes. Not being much of a drinker, I've been mellowed out to the point of waterworks.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"What have you done wrong," I ask, eyebrows kneading together. Yes, Graham really is a sweet guy. He just comes on too strong, all in an attempt to have a grain of his older brother's charm.
Trying to hold back a sob and a vivid image of Victor making love to me, I look at the asshole and Suyoung and ask his brother, "Does Victor do this all the time?"
Graham picks up his shot of vodka and takes it to the head quickly. "Vic, uhhh, he just does what he does."
Victor
Suyoung has a sleek body and it's cool to the touch as she molds into my arms. The music changes as we get up. I initially consider whisking her further into the crowd, so as not to be the focal point for my brother and angry date.
"Hello, Victor, long time no see," Suyoung says in this silky Japanese dialect. Our conversation is exclusive.
"Yes, very … long … time," I reply dryly, brushing up on the language.
"Cute little girl on your shoulder's this evening. I thought you liked them taller, exotic … " Her thin eyebrow rises.
"If you like breathing, you will refrain from ever mentioning Luxury again," I assure Suyoung as my hand grips the small of her back.
From appearances, Suyoung is flirtatiously laughing at my warning. That annoying chuckle ends with a sigh, and then she nestles her cheek onto my chest. "Remember that one time in Rome. Best fuck that me and Fuyoung ever had."
"I don't recall." I give a half smile, and there goes the laughter again. Now I know Luxury's eyes are boring holes into the back of my suit as I speak with one part of the Siamese twins. Suyoung and Fuyoung represent a Japanese assassin duo. I keep my attention on her, instead of looking around for Fuyoung.
"Oh, you don't remember? When I handled that witness for the US presidential scandal," Suyoung brags, while brushing her cheek ever so softly against my chest, and sighing deeply from her throat in a cat like manner. The effect has my sword at attention. She licks her lips in awareness. "Your scent is to die for."
"Yes, that witness," I reply. "The presidential mark didn't hold my attention; though I had ample time to kill him. Instead, I enjoyed so many women's company in Rome that I didn't even remember fucking the two of you."
A thunderstorm forms in her dark eyes. "Ha ha ha ha, well, you won't forget that Luxury is going to die – "
Before she can finish the sentence, I administer a lethal injection from a serum in my Rolex watch. It connects with the softly pulsating carotid artery at her neck. Suyoung's body tenses as the liquid fire goes scorching through her veins. Suyoung become paralyzed and slumps into my arms. First her extremities fail, then her organs, and lastly her heart.
"Take her toward the west exit of the rooftop," Burt's voice fills my Bluetooth. "I'm already looking for the little minx's twin."
"Bravo Burt," I reply, with a frown, though my butler is always around when need be. As we begin to exit the crowd, Suyoung appearing to be a very drunken, beautiful dark angel in my arms. Virtually nobody passing by pays attention, except a few women who had flirted with me on my way to the VIP section with Luxury, Graham, and his evil little date.
"Now turn left and you shall see a shaft in which to dump her body," Burt adds. I look around, since we are in a rooftop, but there are so many taller buildings around. I know my butler is nearby, orchestrating my every move, as I allow Suyoung's 100-pound body to fall into the dark hole.
There's movement to my left. A Mexican man, with a Corona in his hands and an artistic beanie on his head, has a confused look on his face. The marijuana cologne provides him with enough time for this to register in his brain and he says, "Hey – "
My fist goes straight to his mouth. He's knocked out cold and the party is still going on. So I turn and mix back into the crowd as a Taylor Swift song comes on. When I make it back to the u-shaped whicker seat, I notice the women are surrounding Graham. There isn't a vacant seat, and Luxury isn't in any of the chairs.
"Where is she?" I bark.
"Gone! Luxury left a few minutes after you stole my lady! Serves you right, Vic. Lux is much better than any of the girls falling at your feet." Graham turns to the women who are eating up the fact that he has money to burn and shouts, "Body shots!"
A host of gorgeous ladies surround him, shouting in happiness.
I shake my head and push through the crowd a bit harder than necessary. One guy looks at me as if he wants to fight. The glare in my eye sets his subpar testosterones at bay, and he semi-apologizes. There's a crowd at the elevator, and still no Lux. So I take to the stairs two at a time. I jump the last step, swirl around and around, and continue on since the club is 15 stories up.
"Burt," I say in an irritated tone.
"Don't worry, I'm on it. Fuyoung is nearby and I'm going to find her. That is a promise," Burt assures. "Don't be snippy with me, Victor," he begins in this fatherly tone as I continue down with 5 floors left to go.
"This is a situation that you've gotten yourself into," he says, and I can hear the sound of movement on his part as he vigorously searches. After more fatherly reprimanding, he says, "The club is clear."
"How will that help? Lux is on her way down." I jump down the last step and, quickly pass through the double doors. I rush outside and look toward a side street. I'm trying to calculate the timeframe. I can only hope that Lux hadn't already started down the street and slipped into one of the alleys or other side streets.
"I've cleared the east and south side of the building, Vic. I'm working on the west. Trust me, Lux doesn't deserve to be mixed into this situation, so I'm doing everything humanly possible to ensure that she's not in Fuyoung's line of fire," Burt argues.
I take to the north, since Burt won't have a visual in that direction. There are shops, most of them closed, but people are roaming around like werewolves on a full moon.
"Damn," I reply. Reconsidering the dynamics, for Luxury to have gotten downstairs, I don't believe that she's gotten a taxi already. "Fuck," if something has happened to her … Like Burt said, she didn't deserve to be caught up in my situation.
This has become my situation, now that I on took the mission and didn't fulfill it. With Luxury by my side, she enters the realm of prey as well. I'm sure the anonymous man will send more than the Japanese, Siamese twins after I find and murder that bitch, Fuyoung, like her sister. Then there's the situation with Dr. Whitson. He's been marked, but now I'm on the list too for switching loyalties.
My first priority is Lux.
"Vic! West alley, Luxury just started down it, I'm on it!" He tells me, then huffs, "I can't … I can't get a good visual … "
I'm built for agility and speed and hit the concrete at top speed. I split the corner at Gerry Ave and turn into the alley just as Luxury enters. Fuyoung is toward the end of it, appearing to be the meekest of the Siamese twins, but in all actuality, she is much more dangerous than her sister.