Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(98)

Anger replaces the sadness inside of me, and I ball my hands into fists.

My club, everything I've worked so hard for, is fucking gone.

Taken away from me in an instant. And all because of that hideous man. That evil bastard.

But there's something more sinister here.

Something worse.

Women are being treated like crap for liking sex.

It's the age old fucking double standard.



I think about Austin, and worry washes over me; what if Lester caught him?

I can't even begin to think about it. I'm still not sure why Lester is  so preoccupied with Python, but if he went this far, leveraging all his  power to bring me down …  God, please, let Austin escape.         

     



 

So that whatever he's doing can continue.

That's right, babe.

I believe him.

He may not be telling me the whole story, but remember how I said I was a good judge of character?

I believe him.

I remember that dirty grin on Lester's face, the look of satisfaction as  he saw me standing over the balcony, and rage flares up inside of me  once more. I don't think I have ever been this angry before. I don't  care how long it takes, or how much it's going to cost. Lester is not  walking away from this scott fucking free.

Whatever it takes, I'm going to bring that motherfucker down.

"There you are, you nasty bitch," I hear someone say right behind me. I  turn on my heels and find the two men that were chasing after me. They  must have creeped their way up the alley, and now they have pinned me  between them and the car I was hiding behind. I look from one side to  the other, but there's no escape possible. I can't run, and I can't  fight …  and they know it.





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Austin





Dirty Destiny looks like a fucking war zone right now. It should  probably be called Battlefield. People are shouting and screaming, and  the cops are rounding up everyone they can lay their hands on.

NYPD that's storming up the place are wearing tactical uniforms, and I  have to wonder what the hell happened for a raid like this to do down in  here. I mean it's a fucking strip club. They're making it look like a  haven for fucking ISIS.

Either way, none of this shit fucking matters; what matters is that I have to find Destiny.

I start running toward the stairs, but that's when I hear someone  screaming right behind me. "GET THE FUCK DOWN!" one of the policemen  shouts, pointing his gauge shotgun right to my face.

I stare him down and, moving slowly, I start raising my arms up in the  air. "DOWN! I SAID DOWN!" he continues shouting, but I just take one  cold-blooded step toward him. He points his shotgun up at the air and  fires toward the ceiling, but I don't even flinch.

Fuck this motherfucker.

I know, cool it.

Don't look at me like that, okay? I know I shouldn't be taking on the police.

But today I can't risk any fucking delays either.

I take a few deep breaths and back the fuck down.

But if I get dragged down to a police station, Strokes is going to have a  hard time handling the transfer of the new girls to Python all by  herself. Not to mention that the police might decide to investigate  Python after finding me here.

Yeah, fuck it, I'm not taking a chance.

I take a deep breath, ready to go for the shotgun in the cop's hands,  but that's when the lights go off. The whole place goes fucking dark,  and all the doors that lead out swing open.

I use the momentary confusion to blend with the scared crowd once more,  slipping out of a sight before the cop has a chance to unload his  shotgun on me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see someone I'd rather not see: Lester  fucking Vicks. That motherfucker is running this show. I should've  realized this right from the start.

Somehow, I have a feeling that he's doing this to Destiny because of me.

But how? And why?

The answers will have to come out later; right now, I need to find  Destiny and make sure that she's safe. But first, I fish my cell phone  out of my pocket and fire off a quick text message to Strokes. Police  raid at DD, I type and then hit send. She'll know what to do in case  Lester decides to pull the same stunt at Python.

The moment I see an opening, I run up the stairs that lead to Destiny's  office. Police are handcuffing everyone in sight, so I'm taking a huge  risk just by being here …  But fuck, I need to know if she's safe.

I step inside her office, but the place is completely empty. I call her  name just in case she's hiding, but my only reply is silence.

Fuck, what do I do now?

Don't worry, I'm not asking you.

No matter what the situation, I'm still fucking cool as a fucking cuke.  I've been to this rodeo before. Not completely worried just yet.

I step out of the office and, noticing a door open on the side, I start  piecing things together. I enter, head down a hallway and find myself at  the top of a fire escape; on the way here every single door was open,  so Destiny must have come through here with the police on her heels.

Running down the fire escape, I call my driver and tell him to pick me up on the back.

You know, you gotta appreciate his fucking response when I tell him to meet me outside the club.

"Already here, boss, turned the car around the moment I saw the police,"  he tells me and it totally fucking justifies my hiring policy-only the  best, only the most trustworthy.

When my shoes hit the concrete, the headlights of my limo flash once.  The driver is just turning the corner, the large limo struggling to get  through the tight alley.

Whatever you do, I do not want to hear the joke that's going through  your head if it's going through your head of my limo being too big for  Destiny's fucking alley, okay?

I know I'm not that worried, but it's still pretty serious. I gotta find that woman.

"I'll take it from here," I say as I open the driver's door. "Go around  the corner and get to Python and make sure everything is under control  there." He doesn't even reply; he just gets out of the driver's seat,  picks up his cell phone, and starts heading over as I sit myself behind  the wheel.

I shut the door and take the gear out from neutral, my foot pressing  down on the clutch. Destiny must be close and, if I act quick, I might  find her before Lester's men do.

I can't believe that I'm about to do this, but fuck it. Desperate times  call for desperate measures, and I have no time to waste right now. I  step my foot down on the accelerator and, as the engine starts to roar, I  let go of the clutch.

The limo races down the alley and, by some miracle, I manage not to hit  any of the mirrors against the wall. Swerving as the alley comes to an  end, I press down on the brake and turn the wheel as if I'm driving not a  limo but the fucking Titanic; this thing is too huge to maneuver at the  speed I'm going, but it'll have to do.

I honk as the limo jumps out onto Broadway, and people start jumping out  of the way as the big black limo finally gets into the right lane.

Lucky for me, most passer-bys are more worried about what's going on at  Dirty Destiny than they are about the madman behind the limo's steering  wheel. No wonder, there are so many cops around Destiny's club that  you'd think she's the fucking head of the Islamic State that they're  chasing after.

I can see the whole confusion around Destiny's club from where I am, but  that's not what I'm interested in right now. As I drive down Broadway, I  slow down and narrow my eyes as I try to spot Destiny or the cops  chasing after her.

Then I see it, two men holding guns running down the sidewalk. They're  making a fucking show, pushing people around brandishing their weapons.  They're acting like the rest of the police, except they are not wearing  any uniforms …  and they don't look like cops at all.

Fuck, if Lester brought guys like these for a raid, he sure means business.

I start driving after them, trying to keep my distance, but then they  stop. They talk to one another, look around, and I start feeling  relieved as I realize that they've probably lost Destiny.

But then the fuckers start pointing and then head down an alley. I can't  follow them there with this limo …  I could just follow on foot, but I  risk losing them.

Well, fuck it; I press my foot down to the metal and grit my teeth as  the limo jumps over the sidewalk. The men are already reaching the end  of the alley, and they're so deep in their hunt that they barely notice  the roaring limo behind them.

That's when I see it: Destiny was hiding under a car at the end of the  alley, and they have caught up with her. One of them is grabbing her by  the arms and pushing her against the wall, and the other one is waving  his revolver at her.

These motherfuckers are going to regret the day they've stepped foot inside their club, that much I can promise you.

The limo roars down the alley, but then they turn toward me, it's  already too late. I hit the brakes right before I hit them; if it  weren't for Destiny I might just have run over these bastards, and then  step out of the limo.

They squint their eyes, trying to see who's facing them down, but they  can't see me because of the headlights right in their eyes.

Before they can make a move, I jump over the hood of the limo and send  my fist crashing against the face of the first man. He falls down on the  ground, grabbing his broken nose, and the other man turns around to  face me.