Chapter 4 - Dante Blackwood

Chapter four

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Warning: The following chapter contains sexual contents and strong language that might not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Two days ago.

"Sir Dante, we're here" the driver infront stated, signaling Dante who was busy fiddling with a brooch in his hand. The brooch came out beautifully, it holds significant similarities to the silver skull ring on his forefinger, its red ruby eyes glinting dangerously under the dim light that illuminated the car coming from outside.

"Tell me, Sam. In this kind of thing, will I come out as the victor?" Dante asked as he pinned the brooch on the chestpocket of his suit. Samuel, who was the one driving frowned thoughtfully. "What are you asking about specifically so that I can give you the answer you want" Samuel replied casually earning a low chuckle from Dante.

"Don't mind it, I'll have my answers soon enough" as he said those words, the door opened for him. A tall, well built dark man with a shaved head wearing sunglasses despite it being nighttime bowed his head as Dante stepped out the car. They were infront of one of the renowned casinos situated in the heart of downtown Las Vegas, The Golden Nugget. Though it may not compare to the grandness of Caesars Palace, this place had something special about it that keeps it apart from the rest of every entertainment business in all of Vegas, including the ones he owned.

"Keep watch, Dom. We don't want our little Sammy here to run off with the car again if things went south" Dante patted the bald man on the shoulders, he appears to be his bodyguard for the night. Samuel, the driver lowered the car window and stuck his tongue out at Dom which earned a vicious sneer from the latter. Dante shook his head at the two as he fixed his stature. Just as he was about to approach the entrance, a man, who appeared to be running from someone came out. He had his head turned, not staring straight to where he was going and it wasn't long before he collided against Dante with so much force they both toppled over , with Dante being the one slamming butt first on the ground and the unfamiliar man safely landing in the comfort of his arms, lucky bastard. Dom, who was trying to slug Samuel inside the car through the window momentarily stopped as he noticed what just transpired. As he was about to step in to drag the man away from his boss, the man had already stood up frantically and ran away so he just started helping Dante up.

"Boss should we go after him?" Dom asked, a little hesitant to leave Dante's side as his boss, who was usually cranky, was awfully quiet and even had a smirk on his face.

"No need, I'm sure we'll stumble into him again" Dante chuckled, remembering the man's face quite well and also the fact that the brooch from his chest pocket fell and the man subconsciously picked it up, they would definitely see each other one way or another. Finally, he fixed himself once more and went inside the Golden Nugget. The inside was the same as always, beautiful, rustic, elegant. All things grand and fancy, but Dante knows more than what is shown, afterall, he was the same.

"Ah! Dante Blackwood. CEO of blackwood enterprise, one of the youngest billionaires in Vegas. You arrived just in time" a voice Dante knew all too well came booming from behind. He turned around to face a man in his fourty's with salt and pepper hair, dark black eyes that reminds him of an onyx stone, sharp features that give off an unapproachable cold look, adding more to it's intimidating aura is a scar that ran vertically on his left lip. It was none other than Victor Moretti, the current owner of Golden Nugget. Despite his age, Dante knew this man has more tricks up his sleeves, after all he wouldn't have become the owner of this prestigious place if not for his manipulations and bribery.

"Victor. A pleasure to see you again, good that all your hair hasn't turned white yet" Dante replied with a smug grin, making Victor errupt into a fit of laughter.

The two men were led to a private vip table, away from all the regular patrons that visit the casino slash hotel often. As they sat down, masked men began surrounding them, all of which carried a gun by their side, their faces hidden in black Ray-Bans and black masks.

" Come on now, Victor. Ease up, be a little fair I don't have backup" Dante joked, crossing his feet together as he rested his back against the soft velvet seat, the casual look on his face never once faltering despite what seemed to be an awful situation. Victor, who was all smiles and jokes finally revealed his true colors. His eyes darkened and the smile on his lips changed into a disgusted sneer.

"If I can I'd kill you right this instant, but where's the fun in that?" Victor started, placing an expensive tobacco he had dipped in liquor between his lips, letting one of the men take out a lighter and light it up. Puff of smoke left his lips as he savored the exotic flavor in his mouth before continuing what he has to say.

"After your father passed away, the coward who lived all his life trying to stay on the down low and not gather attention you took over. Now, I didn't have much...let's say, expectations coming from the billionaire playboy that always has his face in the front cover of newspapers and tabloids, you've had more scandals happening around your life than the amount of war crimes on the daily news" Victor paused again, inhaling the tobacco deeply before exhaling it out, the smoke directly hitting Dante's face despite being a foot across from where Victor sat. Dante didn't flinch, his face remained calm and collected through the whole ordeal as he let Victor finish whatever it is he had to say or perhaps, criticize about him.

"But here you are, rising to the leagues so quickly it definitely gathered my interest. Your mother would've been proud of you, that is if she had lived enough to even see you learn how to walk" Victor smirked as he saw the edges of Dante's mouth twitch, he knew he hit a nerve even when Dante's face remained stoic.

"I won't bore you with the details of how I used her until she decided to slit her throat, this isn't the first time I brought this up afterall...she was a good plaything, too bad it didn't last that long"

"Now enough with the past and onto the real deal. You may happily enjoy the fame and power as you rise, but you definitely did not expect to top over me did you?"

"Whatever you're hiding in the dark that helped you rise this quick will never be enough to drag me down but, I'd love to watch you try thus I won't destroy you yet" Victor finished, placing his tobacco that was halfway done on the ashtray as he gazed coldly into Dante's mismatched eyes.

"Humble yourself, you don't want to hit the grave too early now do you..? That's all" Victor stood up and turned around, he didn't wait for Dante to even have any say. It had always been like that, whenever Dante does something that caught him off guard he would call him all the way there, remind him that whatever he has he could take away, just like how he took both his parent's life away from him without much of a sweat.

Dante left the Golden Nugget quietly, as he made his way out and onto where the car was parked. Dom and Samuel were at each other's throats again, spewing insults back and forth to one another but the moment they saw the dark look on Dante's face as he left The Golden Nugget's vicinity they instantly stopped and acted all prim and proper.

The drive back to the nightclub he owned; where he was also staying at was deathly silent. No one uttered a single word but Dante had so much inside his mind. Despite Victor's warnings he wasn't the least bit intimidated, he may not have figured out what sets Victor apart from the rest yet, where his power and wealth was coming from but at some point he will see a crack big enough for him to figure things out. For now he had to be patient and slowly develop something that would definitely get Victor's blood boiling again. If only high blood pressure was enough to kill that damn old man.

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Midnight Fantasia was a club set on one of the busiest streets of Las Vegas. The Strip was the peak entertainment district of Vegas, it was a place of opportunities, of spontaneous experiences and a good place to waste your riches or become the rich. Dante first created the nightclub as a means of escape from his usual work-life, managing the business his father left behind had put so much strain on his shoulders that he needed something, a place where he could remove the layers of who he made himself to be and be the exact problematic bastard they paint him in those news and journalist articles. But because of his fame his nightclub gained so much attention it became one of the most visited places, earning millions in revenue every year though there was more to it than that. He operated something hidden in the watchful eyes of the public, open to only those that dabble into illegal addiction.

High End Drug Distribution Network.

Currently, Dante was the top dog in the illegal drug industry, his connections to high society and even to some corrupt politicians got him to where he was. His Intel on the world of drug trade was vast that he had expanded overseas but for now it wasn't enough, Victor Moretti had one more secret Dante has yet to uncover and the power he holds wasn't close to how much Victor has.

"How's the development of our new drug?" Dante asked through the phone pressed on his cheek and shoulder, he was sitting infront of his desk in his private office on the top floor of the nightclub. A day had past since his meeting with Victor and he drowned himself in his development of something new to the market to take his mind off of everything Victor had spouted.

"It's going well sir. Give us a month and we should be able to release some prototype to run tests for it's efficiency"  the person on the phone replied enthusiastically. Dante only hummed and turned the call off, he threw his phone across from him and it landed softly on his king-sized bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache began to form, he was stressed and needed something more than work to ease him up. Something fun. Dante's mind suddenly flashed unto a memory of that man's face he bumped into. The way his frantic expression made his cheeks flush red, his hair tousled all over the place and those doe eyes filled with alarm and anxiety, it made Dante shiver deliciously, now he was more curious than ever.

"What's on your mind love? I hope it's me" a woman's high-pitched voice whispered seductively in Dante's ear. A pair of hands wrapped around his neck from behind as the woman kissed Dante's earlobe teasingly.

"Who else would I think off, kitten?" Dante murmured, making the woman purr in delight as Dante led her to his lap, letting her sit directly against his crotch where his cock bulged from the confines of his pants. The woman giggled, she got down from Dante's lap and spread his legs as she settled between them, kneeling onto the cold tiled floors. She freed him from the restraints and purred even more when his hot rod of flesh slapped her right cheek.

"So hard for me. What a naughty little thing" she cooed, parting her lips and kissing the tip. Dante growled low in his throat and grabbed the woman by a handful of her hair before shoving her head down and pummeling his cock deep in her throat. He heard her choke and gagged at the size of him but he didn't move her head up.

"Oh that thing has never been little, kitten. Or you wouldn't be having a hard time right now" Dante groaned, pleasure rocking up on every part of his body. When the woman began slapping his leg aggressively, even going as far as sinking her nails on his skin he roughly shoved her head back and she gasped, falling into a fit of coughs by the harsh treatment yet from the looks of it she enjoyed every second as she licked her wet messy lips and leaned back to suck him off some more. As the two enjoyed their private little time, a device the size of a tennil ball on Dante's desk began buzzing, emitting a red light. It was a new security device his company developed solely for his personal use. The device was connected to the nightclub downstairs, specifically on the bar area where Samuel worked as a bartender when he wasn't his personal chaperone. The device was only meant to be used in emergencies where his presence was immediately required and so with an irritated groan that his good time was cut short he pushed the woman away and closed his pants. The woman pouted, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she stared at Dante putting a shirt on.

"You'll be back once work is done then we can continue right?" The woman asked, eyes looking up into a pleading puppy look that made Dante chuckle and pat her head.

"If it's not that important, which I doubt, then I will be back as soon as possible. Be a good kitten now hmm?" Dante instructed to which the woman nodded to with a wide grin.

As Dante went down, leaving the peaceful and quiet comfort of his top floor apartment. He entered the bustling and loud rave of his nightclub. It was jam-packed with people just as usual, many woman squealed upon the sight of him, mixed with a few men oogling at him like a pair of hungry beasts but what can he say, he definitely was a tasty snack specially that he was wearing a tight turtleneck that hugged and showed off every curves and dip of his muscles, oh and the bulge on his crotch was very evident.

"What is it, Sam? As you can see me and Viviane was getting to the good part" Dante asked as he approached the bar where Samuel was staring at a man who passed out just as he stopped infront.

"Looks like that meeting you mentioned happened sooner than later" Samuel grinned and Dante understood what it meant immediately as his eyes landed on the unconscious body on the floor with a face so familiar it felt as if they just saw each other hours ago.

Oh that night just became more interesting.