TaraDara Night Club

Tonight, Sunday 4th.

Roméo is ready to begin his mission. He starts to slalom between every guests, handing drinks to those who ask for and smiling to every women. He tries to find his way to the target he decided to begin with, George Dawkers. Roméo sees him joking very loudly with pretty ladies at the bar while holding a Jack Daniel's bottle he is pouring in these women glasses. Roméo despises this kind of cheesy attitude, George looks like the type of man who shows off his fortune, who roams in bars looking for women to lure to his hotel room and who is secretly a loner depressive illegal business man.

Suddenly, right when Roméo was about to get close to George, a man places his hand on Roméo's shoulder and turns him around to him. This man looks drunk and not in his right mind but Roméo must keep his character and respond to that man's demand.

- 'Scuze me lil' man but we need your help over here~..

- Huh, what happened?

- My guy over there is like-- uhh throwing up his organs in the men's bathroom, care to help him?

- If your friend is that drunk and already in the bathroom, I don't know what else I can do..

The man puts a pack of bills on Roméo's tray and mimics a "Shush" with his hand on the right side of his face hiding his mouth.

- C'mon man, he really need help, y'know the others can't see him in that state, it would be a shame for him, c'mon..

"Eeeh.. am I that broke that I'd accept to take care of this dead drunk guy over money? Welp, I'm in need of money, if I can earn some during my mission, why not. It's not like George is planning to move anyway, I've got time."

Roméo sighs and nods his head.

- Where is the bathroom he is in?

The man points the closest men's bathroom with a huge blue sign, Roméo bows to the guest in sign of goodbye and glances one last time at George chilling and flirting with women at the bar. Roméo walks up to the bathroom indicated by the man and before entering, he puts the pack of bills in his pants' pocket and steps in the bathroom.

Right after he entered, he sees a black man on the floor who looks passed out and exhausted. Roméo puts his tray quickly on the washbasin and rushes to the man. He shakes him to try to wake him up but no reaction. Roméo is quite panicked and surprised to see this man in such a state.

- Mister! Mister, are you okay? Do you hear me? Mister!

The man doesn't answer. Roméo turns him around to see his face, Roméo is shocked. "That guy.. it's James Willow! What the hell is he doing in that state?" is what he thought. This man, James Willow, is part of the four guests Roméo and Stella have to handle tonight and as if he was strike by chance, this drunk man happens to be one of two men left for Roméo to deal with since Ally is taking care of Harper Myers and Tom Holmes by herself.

Then, he lowers his head to James' chest to hear his heart to see if it's beating normally and, after a few seconds of silence, he noticed his cardiac rhythm is normal. Roméo sighs of relief and he stands up to walk to the washbasin. He empties one of glasses from his tray in the washbasin and fills it with cold water.

After a moment of hesitation, he pours the cold water on his face, he had to do it three times before James finally wakes up. When he opens his eyes to see the angelic face of Roméo staring at him from above, he pushes him away and dashes to the washbasin to throw up once again.

- Mister-- urhm, Mr. James Willow, are you feeling any better?

- Who.. who are you? How the fuck you knew I was here?

- That's uhm.. your friend called me here to help you.

- My frien-- damnit. Was he white skinned, brown haired and looking drunk?

- Yeah..?

- THAT FUCKER. He did that on purpose. He got scared and thought he'd kill me with that amount of drugs so he called you huh, what a douchebag. He would have stuck my death on your back if I actually died in here.

"Drugs?.. wasn't James drunk? I mean.." is what he thought. Roméo stares at James with a confused look although James stares at his own reflect in the mirror above the washbasin.

- Fuck, I shouldn't have come to this Drug Party..

- Drug Party?

James chuckles.

- What? You're new on the job or somethin'? Don't know what a Drug Party is?

Roméo shyly nods his head from right to left. James chuckles for a little while and splits in the sink saliva mixed with blood and pills.

- Well then, welcome to David's Drug Party! He reunites in one place all the rich addicts of his districts and even other districts of the city to huge hardcore parties where he gets to sell his drugs, fuck whores and make dirty jokes with shady perverted old men in his tower. What were you expecting? You thought it was a random society party where rich ones get laid with pretty ladies and enjoy life?

Roméo gulps and doesn't answer. "He is pretty wasted, I don't know if he's drunk, high or both but he looks open to the conversation. This might be time to seize my chance! Let's try something.. However, this Drug Party thing is completely unknown to me, how come? So David just sent insiders in his own party to spy on his guests and get information? I can understand why he can't do it himself but still.." is what he thought.

- Well it's not. People are only here to get high and repay the debts they owe to David. We're not happily celebrating life here, we are here for business and sometimes.. murder, as you were witness of the attempt of my "friend" to kill me.

- And what are you planning to do? Revenge?

- Hmph, no, no need to. He'll get killed soon enough and I don't want to dirty my hands with that prick's blood. Hey, I dirtied myself, can you give me new clothes from my bag over there?

Roméo nods his head and crouches next to James' bag. He pulls out a white shirt, black pants and a blue coat, the three of them look very expensive and classy. In the meanwhile, James was taking off all his clothes and putting them in the washbasin, he's only wearing his black boxer and his dark blue socks. Roméo shyly hands him his new clothes and then walks back to his tray to tidy the drinks. In the mirror, Roméo stares at him.

- Well then, what are you going to do now? You don't look that fine, should I call someone qualified?

- No need to, I'll probably just walking back to my presumed "friends" and act like nothing happened. Looks like the best thing I can do right now.

- Pardon me of my indiscretion but... Why.. did he try to kill you?

- Well, money I guess, but when he noticed that I had nothing in my pockets he just panicked and walked away. He's in deeper debts than I am but unlike me, he's risking his life if he doesn't pay back David. Sad thing is he has to beg his own friends to pay his bills. The money he has on him is either stolen or begged for, that guy lost his job like one or two years ago and lives thanks to other's money. What a shame.

"So the money he gave me was probably stolen. He tried to kill James for his money, noticed he had nothing on him, called and even paid me to clean his mess and intended to put the blame on me if James died from an overdose. Could have been a good plan if only James would've remained passed out." is what he thought.

- Something's not right though. You said you don't have money, yet you are here at this Drug Party. Why? Didn't you said that people here come to buy things or pay David?

- Huh, you a cop or somethin'? How much questions are you planning to ask huh? I'm just here for my image, if I hadn't come it would've mean I'm hiding something or trying to avoid someone. Not everyone knows about my issues with David but if it happens to be known, I would be in deep water. That's why I came.

- I see.. and.. does your debt has something to do with your issues with Théo Perrier? I heard you betrayed the deal he establi--

In one second, Roméo gets pushed against a toilet door by James with all the strength he has. James is holding him by the collar and pushes him more and more hardly onto the door.

- HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT?! WHO ARE YOU?!

Roméo gulps and starts panicking.

- I-I'm..

"Shit, I can't get caught now, he was starting to tell interesting things. I must think of a lie.. eh? What is that.." is what he thought. Roméo lowers his gaze to James' arm and sees a familiar symbol, the Black Devils'.

- I'm here to help you! Carter sent me to--

As soon as James heard "Carter", he started to release slowly Roméo's collar and put him down.

- Carter sent you?.. Why? How does he know about that..

- I uh.. he made a deal with us, Boston P.D, to help him catch Théo in exchange of you guys freedom. I'm just here to collect information from you about Théo and I'll leave you alone. We need proof and testimonies.

- Why on earth would Carter make a deal with the police?!

- Uhhm because he realized he can't work on his own anymore and uh-- he's struggling to help you guys! He feels ashamed that he can't even protect his own men himself like before so he called us. Keep this deal secret from the other members, it's secret investigation you see..

- Uh-uh.. Things are getting worse lately.. is Carter that desperate to help us?.. what do you want to know exactly?

- Why did you leave Théo's side? Why did you chose David and uh.. is there something Théo could do to get you back?

James sighs sadly and leans on the washbasin.

- It's been three years since I fell in drugs and addiction. It's really hard to hide it from Carter and my gang but Théo offered me a job after finding me hella high outside a bar. I'd be a snitch in exchange of all the drugs I want and excuses to consume them freely, he would be my everlasting alibi. I refused it right away at first but he threatened to harm my little sister who just entered middle school and I couldn't risk her life over my own problems. So I was forced to accept. Then, one guy from David's gang learnt about this story and offered me to sell his drugs to me in exchange for protection against Théo. I managed to live one year and a half without getting caught once by Théo. I didn't chose David personally, I only chose a way of living without betraying my brothers nor compromising my life or my sister's. There's nothing Théo could do at this point to get me back to him.

"Goodness. Théo really is the Devil. How much does he likes control? He's already threatening the whole gang and now he even implanted a snitch to be aware of everything that's happening among the Black Devils? That's twisted. He managed to control minds and bodies, how far is he gonna go?" is what he thought.

-.. and now, I'm in huge debt to David. I have the money to pay him back, I finally accumulated enough money to pay all my debts and health care to cure my addiction. After that, I don't know what I'll do.. probably hiding until Théo forgets about me.

- When are you going to pay David?

- In some days, I have to find a proper location to pay him safely.

- I see.. I hope the transaction will go smoothly.

- I hope so too.

James sighs and turns around to the sink where he washes his face with cold water rapidly. He walks to his bag and picks it up and then, goes back to the bathroom's door.

- Hey, I told you my secrets but in exchange, throw my old clothes in a dump, will ya? I hope my story will help you catch this motherfucker, after all he did to us.. goddamn he deserves to die horribly.

- Believe me, he's not going to stay unpunished forever.

James walks out the bathroom yet he's still feeling quite dizzy and disoriented but he manages to remain calm and look perfectly normal. Roméo sighs and picks up James' old and dirty clothes from the sink and places them on his tray and leaves the glasses in the sink. "Good, I managed to obtain all the information I needed from him, now's George's turn!" is what he thought.

He walks out the bathroom and starts heading to the nearest dump but when he glanced in the direction of the bar where George were supposedly flirting with girls, he saw nothing but empty glasses on the counter. He disappeared. Although, Roméo has an idea of where he could be, as soon as he walked out the night club to throw out James' clothes in a dump, he takes out his phone to text Stella. It said: "Stella, George's not here anymore. He's coming to your hotel, take care of him.". Some seconds later, Stella replied " 'Kay!" to him and Roméo sighed with relief.

"I knew I could count on Stella! She's on it. Now, I must text that girl, Ally Spellman was it? She must know what I'm searching to ask Harper and Tom." is what he thought. Roméo composes the number Ally gave him earlier and starts texting her. He receives instant replies and the information he needed from Harper Myers. Then, Ally tells him she's currently walking to a hotel room with Tom and she will text him later when she'll find out what he needs.

Roméo looks up to the beautiful night sky and runs his hand through his hair gently as the wind caress sweetly his skin and the light of the Moon illuminates his eyes. "I wonder.. what Michael is up to right now." is what he thought.

Next Chapter: Saved by a Goddess.