Spade stepped out of the bathroom, wet and dripping with water, with a towel hanging low on his waist, barely holding on around his waistHe stopped in front of his closet mirror, the door of the walk in closet served two purposes, a door and also a humongous mirror, full length.He looked at himself, seeing his hair dripping with water down his face and chest, he peeled off the towel from around his waist and used it to dry his hair, soaking off the excess water from it, before flinging the towel on the bed He opened his closet and walked in, the lights automatically came on the minute he stepped in, dim yellow light.On the right side of the closet were rows and rows of different colors of suit, blue, black, red, maroon, but mostly black as that was the color of his life.On the same hanger space were rows of ties of different colors, from stripped to just plain.Neatly folded on the left side of the closet were his trouser and white buttoned up shirts, one for each suit. Neatly ar

His black Aston Martin stopped in front of the club, the same one he'd been in a few nights ago, he looked at the huge Neon sign, thinking about how semi normal and regular his life was before all this.He'd never been one to be seen in a place like this, he rarely ever even left his house to go for business function, but now he found himself coming to this club at very close intervals, twice in one week.He let out a deep breath, looked at his wristwatch before stepping out of the car, the man at the entrance of the club was the same man he met here everytime he came.He walked into the club, pulling together all the will power he had, he would need it for who he was coming to meet.And why he was here.It was almost past 5 so the club was not so scanty, just a handful of people, mostly dangerous looking men sitting on tables on the left side of the room.His eyes moved to the bar and he spotted the same waitress he always met whenever he came.A familiar face, he shoved his hands in

Spade was no saint, he was involved in a lot of things, including selling of people.He never bought anyone tho and neither was he directly the one doing the selling.He may have sponsored a few of such auction, mostly because of the profit gotten from it, and he attended a few too.Matteo sighed out, breaking the silence in the car"About Van Horne" he muttered grabbing Spade's attention again, he looked at Matteo briefly before his eyes set on the road again."Nathan Miller was not the middle man, nobody knows who he is, the only person that knows who what he looks like is Greg and Van Horne" he added and Spade just sighed out This was another dead end on this case."So what? That's it, nothing else"? He asked and Matteo just sighed out, nodding his head."That's all I could get for now but I'll keep looking" he muttered and Spade took his left hand off the steering and scratched his beard They were already close to Lust"What about the Miller kid"? Matteo asked making Spade's sha

Matteo rushed through the crowd, muttering a few excuses and cuss words, hearing the grumble and words of disapproval from everyone he hit by mistake, he didn't wanna lose the person he was following.He had seen him from the entrance, he wasn't supposed to be here, now he was gonna answer what he was doing here.He saw him walk through the door at the other end of the hall, Matteo increased his speed, he didn't wanna lose him Finally getting to the door he pushed it open and entered into the long hallway, wide enough to house two people, the person had just took a left turn at the far end of the hall, Matteo took long strides towards him, as he got to the turn he looked ahead and saw him going into a room, he quickened his pace and rushed towards the same room.Looking back to be sure he wasn't walking into a trap, there was no one following him, he opened the door and walked into the room, the person's broad back was to him as the only light in the room was that of his phone and th

After a long while of sitting down there thinking and plundering if he should go inside the building or not, suddenly questioning his sanity.He finally stepped out of the car, feeling the scorching of the sun hit the back of his neck.He straightened his suit and took long strides towards the entrance of the door, he pulled open the double glass doors and stepped inside, it was like a miniature of his own building.The reception area was big, but not as huge as his, the shiny tiled floor and workers going up and down, chattering and making small noises.A few heads turned to him and some even whispered among themselves, but he just walked past them, he was used to the attention he always got wherever he went.His legs was fast enough to get him into the elevator, he pressed the button for the top floor and waited, listening to the calm and soothing sounds from the elevator, but nothing about what he was about to do was soothing.He clenched his jaw and shoved his hands into his pocke