After unknowingly confronting the devil nad Blaze, Tyler spent a few more minutes in the company of Alia's friends before taking his leave.
The first person he contacted when he got into his car was his father. He inford his old man, -who was currently at an unspecified location enjoying the fruits of his labour- about his altercation with Mr Anderson.
"Go ho and keep your head low. When I get back, we'll find a way to appease the devil." Tylor Young said in a husky voice before hanging up.
Tyler smirked after picking up the sound of a woman moaning over the phone before his dad ended the call. He knew he must have called the old man at the wrong ti.
Chuckling to himself, he closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like banging that sweet succulent beauty called Alia. He pictured her naked in his mind while massaging his crotch.
"F*ck! I need a pussy." He stopped what he was doing and dialed a friend's number.
"Where is the closest strip club in this city?" Tyler asked when his friend received his call.
"Golden girls at Bayford Avenue." A cheerful voice replied from the other end.
"Thanks, pal."
"Save so." His friend said jokingly before hanging up.
Instead of returning ho as his father urged him, Tyler decided to make one last stop at the Golden Girl before calling it a night.
Unaware that his car had been bugged and all the conversation heard, he pulled out from the hotel parking lot and drove off.
At the sa ti, two black Sedans with tinted glass pulled out from the hotel parking lot and drove off in Tyler's direction.
In less than twenty minutes, Tyler arrived safely at his destination. He parked his car by the roadside, opposite the club and made his way inside, tipping the bouncer at the door.
The sll of alcohol, sweat and ass was the first thing that hit Tyler's nostrils, filling him with a familiar sense of longing. He shook his body, vibing to the booming pop music while feasting his eyes on half-naked girls serving different cocktail drinks and champagne.
"Nice!"
Tyler moistened his lips, as he made his way to the bar rubbing his two hands together.
"Can I get three shots of tequila?" He hailed at the barman while smacking one of the half-naked waitresses passing by with a tray, on the ass. He briefly sat by the bar to enjoy his drink, while watching the star of the night stripper perform on the stage amid a crowd of drooling n.
After having a feel of his drink, he made arrangents for an exotic stripper at one of the club's VIP suites.
Within five minutes, all the arrangents were concluded and Tyler was given a hottie with big, firm and succulent boobs. He led her to his specified VIP room and wasted no ti getting down to business when he was safely inside the privacy of his room.
Tyler was in the middle of giving his exotic beauty an ass f*ck, unaware of the intruders who had silently made their way into his VIP room. He was in another level of ecstasy, with the girl he was f*cking moaning loudly when he felt a cold tal on the back of his head.
"Shit!" He instantly froze, his dick still buried deep in the girl's ass as he raised both hands up.
The girl, whose eyes were tightly shut, opened them to find out why the client had suddenly stopped tornting her ass. But when her eyes fell on so n, all cladded in complete black suits and dark shade, she almost let out a scream.
"Shhh..." One of the dreadful-looking n placed her gloved forefinger on his lips. "Make one sound and you will receive a bullet in the head."
She closed her eyes, nodding her head, terrified of what these angry-looking n were going to do to her.
"P...please, I... I...I..."
"Not a word." The guy pointing the gun at Tyler's head said in a low dreadful voice.
"Should we let him finish?" One of the n in black asked his partner in a taunting voice.
"I'm sure he has had his full by now, right, Tyler?" The second man asked, grinning devilishly like a Cheshire cat.
Tyler's racing heartbeat took a fatal sorsault. Here he was thinking these people had entered the wrong room when they actually ca for him. He recalled that he had only stepped on one man's foot today and he feared these n were from the sa devil.
'Shit! I should have gone ho like Dad said.
"Cut the girl loose." The man with the gun ordered.
The girl let out a muffled whimper as she was roughly yanked away from her client. Her hands and mouth were taped before she was pushed into the bathroom.
"You didn't see anything." The man who had dragged her in there said.
With tears-filled eyes, the girl nodded her head before the door was slamd shut in her face.
The main door to the VIP room opened and soone with a dangerous aura walked into the room, causing the temperature to drop down to minus five degrees.
A chair was pulled towards Tyler and placed before him as Blaze strode to the seat. His narrowed and darkened gaze fell on the half-naked fool who had dared to flirt publicly with his wife, a devilish smirk curling up the side of his lips as he sat down, crossing his legs.
Tyler kept his head lowered, too terrified to look up at the beast seated in front of him. A sickening chill ran down his spine as he stared at the devil's polished shoe, glistening in the glow of the red light. He wished these evil n could at least save him the dignity of pulling his pant up and covering his dangling dick.
Blaze gave a nonverbal signal to the guy standing behind Tyler and the latter pulled back his gun, causing Tyler to release a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"So you think you can flirt with my wife and still insult ," Blaze said in a low, and chilly voice, his tone dripping with so much venom.
Tyler looked up to et Blaze's lethal gaze, his expression frad with confusion. "Your wife?"
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