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The clubhouse was booming with some good Rock ‘n’ Roll music. His statue was slim, with numerous tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. He had tinted green hair that stood upright at exactly the middle of his hair. His lower eyes were lined darkly with 'Kajal'. 

He looked extremely tough as his jawline was set straight. A stripper passed by him and he unabashedly spanked her ass. She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. 

Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission.

“Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. 

His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed. 

AL-Amin, however, was having his type of fun as he was playing and chatting with his cliques of multi-billionaire and nothing but 'business partners'.

As his daughter, Jumana had told him earlier that day to catch a fish, now, he captured one, almost easily. She had come home herself and he accepted her invitation.

A group of men arrived at the club, dressed in the most expensive suits and most intricate jewelry. They immediately catch the attention of the club members, especially the young ladies that were eyeing them, seductively. With their heads held up high, they walked towards the young ladies and make their moves on them.

”I noticed that you ladies were eyeing us, we truly appreciate it but, we didn’t come here for stares; we came here to have a great time with some sophisticated and sexy ladies like yourselves. Are you ladies down? Because we can make your night worthwhile, and you might just get to become part of our livelihoods?” One of the guys asked, pride laced in his tongue.

“You may think that we only came here for us receiving pleasure, but we’re smart enough to know that you ladies deserve to be satisfied as well. As the old saying goes, girls just want to have fun. We are going to make your night the best you have ever experienced. Plus, we got everything that you want and need.” Another guy continued.

“We can change your lives for the better. You don’t have to stress or worry about the outside world any longer. Spend time with us. Don’t worry, we don’t bite unless you want us to of course. But we’re here to celebrate and get freaky. It’s for the best that we get down and dirty.” The third guy said.

The women grinned. They were marveled by their presence and for the men, it was hitting it off quickly. Getting to know each other better and making small talk, they called on the bartender to get them the most expensive wine they have. 

As they waited for their drinks, one of the guys brought out bags of purple kush, lighters, papers, blunts, and a hookah. He passed everyone a bag of kush and their own choice of items to smoke out of. Some were preparing to smoke, while others already have begun getting high. The arena is now filled up with the pungent smell of weed. The guys and the ladies in their eyes now seemed to be in a magical place. They were seeing nothing but flashing lights, smoke, money, and beautiful people. 

The bartender later brought the wines. DOMAINE ROMANEE CONTI LA TACHE: The most expensive wine that the club had, costing over forty-eight hundred USD Dollars for each bottle but that was not an issue for the men as they quickly paid all of them.

They ordered even more different brands of wine and alcohol. Soon, they began drinking until their hearts gave out. Some continued to smoke, hallucinations following after. Others were making out and touching each other bodies, getting intimate, and stimulating one another. One of the guys walked with a lady, getting away from the premises to have their privacy. 

The night was going pleasantly well for the guys. They were enjoying the atmosphere of the club. Music blasting everywhere, drinks to sip on, weed to smoke, money to waste, and getting lucky with the young women. No one was leaving the club until they got drunk, high, and satisfied. They owned the club. Nothing could ruin their good time at the club. 

At about one hour, twenty-five minutes and thirty-second seconds later, Spike's impatience moved 360 degrees, his stone-cold heart beating wildly.

He checked the time again.

Five minutes more and the fucker would be dead.

“Come here, girl!” Mr. Qudus cheered and slapped a lady's ass. The blondie smiled and sat on his lap.

“Charles, it’s my turn to attend to customers.” A disguised spike said in a casual tone.

Charles glared at him. “Who are you and when did you start working here?”

“I'm Alex and the bartender at the other side of the club, I mean the casino” He replied.

“Where is David? Didn't he go to work on the other side?”

“Your shift has ended, it’s my turn to work.”

“You haven’t answered my…”

“Enough with the question.” His voice became shady.

Charles grunted and went away while a Spike still in disguise, positioned himself behind the bar. He attended to a few customers.

He laid flat on the floor, ignoring the customers who were yelling for a bartender to attend to them.

The semi-automatic Beretta 92FS was already set to do its job. He raised the gun to be leveled with his head, then cocked the gun and fired.

Unfortunately, assassin Spike, the best shooter, to be ever hired and known missed his shot. A lady was about to kiss him and took the bullet. It went straight through her head grazing Khalil' arm. The club went into jeopardy, while the billionaires hollered for security. Defeated Spike, hurriedly went away to change.

Khalil was rushed to the hospital and was later said to have slipped into a coma because of the shock of being shot.

Al-Amin returned to one of his Villa instead of his house, the Blondie trailing behind him. After getting over what happened at the club, he got himself a glass of champagne. At the moment, it was time to get down.

“I’ll be right back let me freshen up.” Al-Amin said to the Blondie whose name was 'Maria'.

She smiled in response and winked at him.

Maria waited until she heard the sound of water running, quickly shot out of the bed, and rummaged through his wardrobe for money and jewelry.

She found a half bar of gold at the back of his trench coat in his closet.

"It’s time to plant the bug where he would never see it." She muttered. As she stood on the headboard of the bed to fix in behind the bulb, Al-Amin came out.

“What are you doing?” He looked at her, then to the bulb.

She blinked and stammered. “Errr… it's nothing.” she closed her first and held her dress.

He moved towards her and forcefully opened her palm then slapped her hard.

Her face stung and her lips cracked. Immediately, she tasted blood. “Who sent you?!” He growled.

She sobbed.

He slapped her again. “Who sent you?” 

She said nothing.

Al-Amin sighed. “We will have sex and then after, you will tell me who sent you, or I will kill you.” 

“What?” She sputtered.

He gave her a menacing glare. “Strip and come suck my dick.”