Entering The World Of Hard Drugs

After parking our bikes near their headquarters, we proceeded on foot. I navigated using the directions Adem had sent me via Google Maps, and eventually, we arrived in front of a white grand mansion. The entrance gate was enormous.

As we approached the gate, I noticed complex designs etched onto the ironwork. The gate was so large that I couldn't see over the top, and I wondered what lay beyond it. Suddenly, the gate began to creak open slowly, and I stepped back to make way for it.

A man in a black suit appeared on the other side of the gate. He looked us over and then said, "May I ask your business here?"

Confidently, I replied, "We are here to see Mr. Adem."

The man's initially stern expression softened, and he gestured for us to enter. "Right this way. You must be the Nameless," he stated, confirming our identities.

"Yes," I affirmed.

"My boss has been expecting you, sir," he informed me, his voice respectful and tinged with an air of mystery.

Walking up the magnificent driveway, my eyes widened in wonderment at the sheer luxury and grandeur surrounding us. Marvelously crafted supercars decorated the driveway, fueling my excitement and igniting dreams of owning such treasures someday.

As we reached the imposing front door, the man in the black suit opened the door, leaving us in the foyer. I marveled at the rich furnishings and flowery decor that graced the space, surpassing any elegance I had ever encountered before.

Glancing at Darjan, I noticed his nerves were evident, overwhelmed by the imposing presence of the two men who are beside us.

Looking at Darjan I leaned near his ear and whispered, "Darjan, men the fuck up and stop being scared or else I'll chop your dick off."

In a matter of moments, we found ourselves growing impatient as we waited in the grand room. Frustration bubbled within me, prompting me to inquire about Adem's arrival.

"When can we expect Mr. Adem?" I questioned, directing my question to one of the men observing us.

...

That fucking bastard completely ignored me. Anger rose within, ready to erupt, when a captivating sight caught my attention.

Descending the staircase was a man clothed in an elegant white suit. There was no mistaking his identity—Adem.

"Is that the Nameless?" he asked, pointing his finger towards me as he gracefully descended the stairs.

"Yes, sir!" the men responded in unison.

Adem's presence eluminated a peculiar charm as he approached, extending his hand for a handshake. I return the gesture, our palms briefly connecting in a display of mutual respect.

"Follow me, my friend," he invited, his arm gesturing towards a nearby door.

Silently, my boys and I followed Adem, entering a huge and uncanny room. It was completely empty, only a grand table stood at the center, flanked by two chairs and adorned with a vibrant red carpet.

Adem seated himself at one end, gesturing for me to take the opposing seat. Darjan and Eman positioned themselves firmly behind me.

"Bring me a cigar," Adem instructed his old butler, his tone brimming with authority.

After a minute of complete silence, the man returned with the cigar. However, there was one major issue. There were 10 other men armed with AK-47s behind him.

My expression remained as cold as ice, and the boys were equally composed. They trusted me, despite their doubts about their survival. Pia, on the other hand, was the complete opposite:

"AAAA, DON'T KILL ME, PLEASEEE!" she screamed, her panic-driven words echoing throughout the room as she ran to the exit door.

One of Adem's men grabbed Pia's hair and pushed her to the ground.

Darjan and Eman immediately pulled out their guns and pointed them at the man. In response, Adem's men pointed their rifles at us. Within seconds, the room became tense.

Adem's face remained emotionless, which surprised me, but there was no time to dwell on it. I had to act quickly.

Rising from my seat, I delivered a powerful right hook to the man who had harmed Pia. "Do not touch what is mine without my consent, fool," I warned him sternly.

The man, his eyes ablaze with fury, locked his gaze onto mine from the ground. Yet, he possessed the wisdom not to retaliate, understanding the consequences.

"Enough!" Adem's commanding voice boomed, cutting through the escalating hostility.

With equal fervor I countered: "We came here to do business, so let's do some fucking business!"

"I concur," Adem replied coldly, lighting his cigar with an air of finality.

Adem's men lowered their weapons, and my boys followed suit. Retaking my seat, I leaned in, prepared to engage in negotiations.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting start." remarked Adem.

"Yes, and allow me to make it even more captivating," I replied, my tone hinting at the potential for greater intrigue.

I told Pia to start sucking Adem's thing. She was hesitant at first, but with only a glance I convinced her. She started crawling under the table and started doing the dirty job. Adem didn't resist at all, he only looked at me with a satisfied grin.

"It's impressive that you have a personal prostitute in a time when it's hard to find prostitutes," he complimented me.

"Oh It's nothing hahaha"

"Also, you have an interesting taste in fashion, the Nameless," He remarked.

"Oh? How so?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Your oversized suit and cheap sneakers make you look like you stepped out of a cartoon, and let's not forget those outdated firearms. It seems you've forced your men into dressing that way, too. Hahaha!" He explained, smoking his cigar.

"Well, I like to dress uniquely, plus old guns are beautiful" I replied with a chuckle.

Without wasting more time with small talk, Adem got straight to the point: "Anyways, over the phone, you said you'll make an appealing business proposal. So what was it?"

"I like your straight forwardness Adem. And as for the proposal, I suggest you start selling other drugs, not just marijuana."

"Why so?" He raised an eyebrow.

"The answer is simple—greater profit!" I declared excitedly, my voice betraying my 'professional' personality.

Adem contemplated my words, his face a mask of contemplation. "If it were that simple, I would have already done it. Unfortunately, I don't have a supplier that can deliver kilos of drugs, only a couple marijuana farm. While we do sell cocaine, meth, shrooms, and various other drugs, acquiring them in large quantities proves to be a challenge, and the risk to profit ratio is too little." he explained.

Understanding the predicament, I assured him, "That is precisely where I come in. I can supply you with the desired substances for dirt cheap."

"And what's that?" He asked.

"Ecstasy."

Surprised by the revelation, Adem's excitement surged, his voice filled with anticipation. "Are you for real? This is excellent news! Thanks to you, the Nameless, my family can expand its reach to a wider clientele. Just recently, the police discovered the biggest marijuana farm I had, causing immense loss. But now, with you by my side..." He calmed down and asked, "Before I get too excited, how much can you supply?"

"More than enough," I replied, even tho I didn't really know how much I can buy from Seba.

"Is that so? Well, what are your terms? How much are you asking per unit?"

"Seven dollars per pill. Given the scarcity of ecstasy in Trbovlje and the entire Zasavje region, you can easily sell it at double or even triple the price," I revealed, my voice laden with assurance.

"What? For that cheap?!" His cigar slipped from his mouth, forgotten in his disbelief.

With a knowing smirk, I confidently replied, "The Hidden World organization is renowned for striking the most lucrative deals."

"That's for fucking sure" he says, smacking the table out of joy,

As our business concluded, we both stood up, shook hands firmly, and Adem escorted me and my boys out of his mansion.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, the Nameless," he offered, a hint of genuine respect in his tone. "Oh wait, Before you leave do you mind if I borrow your slut for a bit, I've grown found of her and I want to have fun with her more, besides I'm sure you have a lot of other woman in your organization"

What a greedy bastard he was.

I agreed, albeit with a warning. "Sure, you can do whatever you want with her, just don't kill her."

Adem expressed his gratitude, taking Pia on a leash and disappearing back into the depths of his mansion.

Meanwhile, my boys and I departed the premises, knowing that the foundations for a powerful partnership had been laid.