Task

I don't know who reported my novel even though it strictly says no one under seventeen but whatever. My novel cover has been removed and I cannot update it until 18-08-2024. So until then, I will make do with one chapter per day.

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Chapter 21

I followed the Russian and arrived outside a VIP room. I had been to this place before but I had never been to a VIP room even with my status. The reason was simple, I wasn't part of a gang. Gangs mainly ran this joint and these Russians might be one of them.

The Russians knocked on the door and from the other side, a soft voice, laced with a heavy Russian accent, was heard, "Come in."

The Russian opened the door and once inside, he stepped aside for me. I also entered and passed him, and looked at the lady who wanted to meet me, and trust me when I say this, if I had known she was the one trying to meet me, I would have come for free.

In front of me, on a sofa sat a woman who seemed to be in her late thirties, a little younger than Mom. Not as much as beautiful as her, but she carried her own charm. Unlike Mom, she didn't have tan-colored skin but was completely white, like an American.

Her hair was tied in a bun and some of her locks were intentionally dyed platinum white to make it look stylish. She had deep black eyes and the way her piercing eyes looked at me, distracted me on a whole another level.

However, it wasn't her eyes that hypnotized me completely but her dress, or the lack of it.

She wore a one-piece black dress that covered her chest, shoulder less of course, her breasts encased in the top part tightly, making a cleavage that could store my dick and hide it between them because of how big they were and that only made me wonder how her dress was able to contain them.

The rest of her dress clung to her tightly as well and when it came to an end at the upper part of her thighs that I very much hoped were soft as cushions, her bottom, or better yet, the lower part of her ass could be clearly outlined.

If this woman were to sit with her legs even a little bit open, she might show her panties to whoever was sitting in front of her.

I raised my hand and stopped the kick that was aimed at my face effortlessly.

"Now if this was a test, then I might not get angry, but if it wasn't, then it was an attack. And you know what happened to those who attacked me." I said as I grabbed the ankle of the leg that was aimed at me tightly, with no intention of letting it go even when the Russian tried his best to free himself.

"Call it a test. I wanted to see whether you would be gawking at me the entire conversation or not," The Russian lady said in her soft voice but heavy Russian accent.

"Now why would I commit the sin of not appreciating such a beautiful body? Especially when you made such a great effort to show it so proudly." I asked as I let go of the Russian who, as soon as he was free, was about to attack me again.

"Enough," The Russian lady said in Russian which I couldn't understand but had to guess that she said stop because the Russian guard dog also stopped.

"So what do you want?" I asked.

"What do you think I want?" She asked in return.

"Well, I think you fell for me so hard that you can't go home without me but sadly for me, that's not the case." I gave my idea.

"So you hold a sense of humor. Cute," She remarked before she said, "Unfortunately for you, that is definitely not the case."

She raised her hand and opened her palm behind her. Her guard dog placed some envelopes in her open palm. She extended that hand to me and said, "Deliver these for me. I will pay you handsomely for these."

She placed the envelopes on the table between us and then placed a wad of cash next to it, much more thicker than the one she gave me to meet her.

I looked at her and then at the envelopes. It was clear what was in those envelopes because precisely these envelopes had gotten me in trouble before. Well, luckily, then the cops who arrested me were aware of my status and let go of me after a few hours and made it look like there were only four delivery boys.

That was how I came to know that there were cops constantly staking out this place. Some might have even infiltrated this place as undercover.

It was unsafe to go out with these drugs. When I was caught, this was just a process in its diapers. The cops wouldn't take it much seriously, at most vice cops were assigned to this place.

But now, now that this place was a full-fledged operation, there would be big league cops staking this place out. I wouldn't be surprised if the DA was involved too.

I get out of here, they would be waiting for me, they would frisk me, and then let me go. However, if I came out with these, I was as good as doomed.

With the inventory out of the option for now, I had no way of going undetected.

So, I decided to stall.

"Tell you what, have the same offer for me in two weeks. I will do it for half. What do you think?" I asked.

"And what if I don't want to wait?" She asked.

"Look, you don't have a lot of options here," I said. She really didn't. She needed to get her product out but she couldn't. so that meant the cops that usually worked for her were out of commission. She was hoping my status would get me out of this but even that was just a chance.

She looked at me for a while and said, "Be here in two weeks. You're late, then Kowalski here pays you a visit," Of course, she wouldn't let me go without a threat, even if it was empty.

I nodded and stood up, "Thanks for the opportunity. See you in two weeks." I said before leaving the place.

While I was leaving, I checked the amount she had given me to meet her and it was just two grand. But to me, even that was a lot because I was in need of it.

I then checked the status of my level and as expected, I only obtained one level from killing those three.

[You have killed a human]

[Level 7(18%)]

[You have leveled up]

[You have received 3 APs]

[You have killed a human]

[Level 7(42%)]

[You have killed a human]

[Level 7(78%)]

One more and I could level up another time but unfortunately, there were no other victims. If only my first opponent had tried to kill me as well. Haa… What use is there now? I let go of a golden opportunity.

I pocketed the money came out and went straight to the parking lot. It seemed like I was the only one leaving this early because there were still two more events left for the night but it seemed like only one was happening tonight given the police was outside.

Or maybe the intimidating-looking guys in long overcoats standing outside my car were just there to deliver pizza.

"So where is it?" I asked as I approached them.

"What?" They were taken aback.

"The pizza," I said, acting like that was obvious.

"Don't be clever with me, kid," one of the men said while the other one revealed his gun by titling his overcoat a little.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" I asked, completely unfazed by what I was seeing.

"It should," I heard a soft voice from behind me. now that's the kind of police that should be interrogating. If you send a bunch of old men in long overcoats who look like they were to flash themselves, who would be cooperating?

But it was a different thing if it was a busty cop in a suit. "Evening, officer. How can I help you?" I asked the lady with a smile.

"You can help me by letting me search you," She said as she stepped forward and said in a hushed voice.

She seemed to be a girl in her mid-twenties, just like Jacqueline but she didn't share Jacqueline's softness. She seemed stern, like Mom when she was angry. She was as tall as me which was tall for a woman like her in sneakers.

Her hazel-colored eyes coupled with her black hair created an image very hard to resist.

Unfortunately, despite such a big bust, she was fully covered and her coat also covered her ass from behind so I wouldn't be able to tell her ass shape when she would turn around.

But still, she was hot. And how would I not dare be a model citizen when a hot piece such as her would be asking to get her hands on me, even though we both had different definitions of hands-on?