"You have about ten more minutes left on his VIP lap dance. Do you want one?"
Nathan smiled and nodded. "I'd be a fool to turn it down."
Bailey started to climb on top of him, but Nathan stopped him. "Don't make me cum."
Bailey smiled. "You want me to just edge you?"
"Exactly."
"As you wish."
Nathan smiled as Bailey climbed onto his lap. Yes, this was one man he knew he had to have, and he would. He promised Bailey he'd back off if he didn't like him, but that was only if he believed that to be true. If there was even a sliver of attraction, he would never let Bailey go.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Vito asked Nathan once the two met back up after his visit with Bailey.
Nathan smiled and adjusted the softening erection in his pants. "I did, and I'm looking forward to spending more time with him. Tell me, how much does he owe on his debt?"
Vito cocked an eyebrow at him as the two rode the elevator down. "Are you that interested in him?"
"Are we talking in the millions?" Nathan asked, wondering just how much money Bailey owed.
Vito shook his head. "About a hundred and sixty-seven thousand left to pay off... well, work off."
"What is your account information?" Nathan asked just as the elevator doors opened.
"You don't even know him, and you're willing to pay off his debt?"
Nathan shrugged as he followed Vito through the underground parking lot. "I have shoes that cost more. Furthermore, I want to get to know him, and within the confines of your club isn't ideal. I want him free to see and date me whenever I want to see him."
Vito nodded. "Fair enough." He gave Nathan his account details. "Once the payment clears, I'll end his contract, and he'll be free to go."
"Thank yo—" Nathan's words were cut off by the bullet that pierced his collarbone, sending blinding pain through his body.
Immediately, Nathan dropped down as he gripped his wound. Demir had Vito protected while the other six bodyguards took cover and shot back.
"What the fuck!" Vito shouted as he pulled his gun out. "Are you okay?" he asked Nathan.
"Hurts like hell, but I think I'll survive," he said through gritted teeth as he grimaced in pain. The bullet had gone straight through, and he applied pressure to slow the bleeding.
Three more of Vito's bodyguards fell in quick succession, their heads exploding as the bullets passed through their skulls.
"Kill these fucking motherfuckers," Vito said as he fired off several shots. Nathan could hear glass shattering from car windows as the bullets did their damage.
Demir went into action. "Get Vito out of here!" he commanded to the other guards, who began backing up; one didn't make it, taking a bullet to his neck. His blood squirted from the wound as he collapsed. The other two took cover and protected Vito with their bodies as they tried to look for a way out.
Nathan noticed the precision of each shot that killed the bodyguards, whom he knew were wearing bullet-proof vests. He had one on as well, and the bullet that hit him passed right through the shoulder strap. Sure, the vests were more bullet-resistant than proof, but the gun that was being used and the bullets were powerful enough to make light work of their vests. Not to mention all of the headshots told Nathan they were dealing with a skilled assassin. From what he knew of the Jade Dragon Triad, they didn't have anyone in Chicago on that level. Could they have called in help from Japan?
Nathan pulled out his gun and found one of their targets dashing between cars to get a better angle. He dipped low under the cars and shot the man's ankle, and when he fell back, he shot again, splattering the man's brains all over the pavement. Next he turned to see Demir engaged in combat with an Asian man. "Holy shit, Aoshi Saitoh. Fuck!" he hissed.
"Who?" Vito asked as his eyes remained on the fight. He aimed his gun, waiting for the perfect moment to take a shot at one of their attackers.
"Saitome Yakuza's top assassin," Nathan said as he pressed his back against the car they were hiding behind.
"Was he the one who shot you?" Vito asked, then popped up quickly to return fire, killing one of their enemies with a head shot.
"I doubt it. I'd be dead if I'd been hit with one of his bullets, unless that bullet wasn't meant for me." He pressed his hand to his wound to stop the blood flow; more had gushed out when he killed one of their attackers.
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch," Vito said.
