CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nyx's POV.
Tonight's target is Rishi Singh–an Indian business tycoon who owns multiple nightclubs but does more than selling alcohol in it.
Timothy had sent me pictures of what his guards look like and according to him, I couldn't seduce my way into Rishi's circle unlike Lucky.
So I had to disguise as one of his guards—with the heavy turbans and thick mustache and beards.
Rishi was going to be at one of his clubs tonight, and usually I'd assume it'd be just any club but it was an open sex club. He's either a strange man for him to do business here, or he was just horny.
But I later clock it to be the former as I understood his game really fast. The people having sex here are a distraction for the business he does at the back of the building.
"Ishan, Malik, you two go get the visitor downstairs," He orders in that heavy Indian accent.
I stand rooted to the ground, watching the scene of sex everywhere until I feel a jab at my stomach and it takes everything in me to not scream the word "Asshole"
"Horny man..you better get going before the boss gets mad and shoots you." He whispers.
My head drops down to the rectangular placard on my left chest, it read Ishan Devi.
Oh, I'm Ishan.
The guy who jabbed me is Malik. I nod my head in the typical Indian way–the way I had practiced, tagging along behind Malik.
We soon get out of the building, spotting two men with shiny looking glasses, dressed in a way that makes them look like hippies, with all that spiky hair and colorful clothing.
If they didn't come down from such expensive rides, I'd have assumed they're not the ones we came to pick.
Malik and I lead them into a passageway where Malik tells them to wait that the boss will come and attend to them, after which they can come to the exhibitionism club.
Malik turns to me, "Keep them company. I'll go get the boss," I nod the same way I nodded before, turning to both men as Malik stalks away.
"So, how's the weather?" I ask, in the weirdest Indian tone I can muster, and both men exchange glances, shaking their heads and waving their hands like they're warding off a butterfly.
Stupid jerks, y'all are so lucky I can't pop out of this uniform to give you a piece of my mind.
I roll my eyes, forcing a smile and keeping my hands in front of my groin. Malik arrives with a slender looking figure with a huge turban on his head.
Rishi arrives, shaking hands with the men,"Got the money?"
They both grunt, and the one chewing gum with a Mohawk steps forward with a suitcase in his hand. He twists the lock and it opens with a click.
I press hard on the buttons of my shirt, still smiling and I bet I look like a rabbit with my cheeks rising this hard.
Rishi nods, bringing out a plastic bag and throwing it at the other guy behind, who's smoking a cigarette and has the most reddened eyes I've ever seen.
I quickly press my buttons again, and that's when Malik narrows his eyes at me. He moves closer, "What are you doing?"
Fuck.
He might recognize that I'm not Ishan from my voice.
I shake my head and his face splits with confusion, his narrowing gaze rightening.
I quickly raise my pinky finger in the air and that's when his expression finally relaxes. Rishi walks with the men into the club and Malik follows and before they disappear out of my sight, I press my buttons again.
Malik suddenly stops walking, glancing over his shoulders, "Don't spend too much time in the bathroom. You know how the boss is."
I don't fucking know how the boss is, but yeah whatever.
I nod vigorously, scurrying further into the passage way, I make a turn on my left, searching on every door for a toilet sign and that's when I notice the nude lady pulling a familiar figure.
I freeze.
My eyes narrow at the figure and the way his brown hair falls over his face, the outline of his suit and his body looks so familiar.
Is that….Evander? What the fuck is a moral police doing here?
Before I make the move to approach him, Jeremy comes in view, and the lady dragging Evander gives him a thumbs up sign. Jeremy nods and disappears.
Wow.
Is Jeremy trying to set his friend up? I don't know but it sure looks like it.
When the lady pulls Evander into a room, slamming the door shut, I quickly find my way to the bathroom, changing into my previous clothes before heading out to the room where Evander was taken into.
That nude blonde better not be trying to steal from Evander, if not, she'll have me to answer to.
When I get to the door, I swing it open to find the lady frolicking over Evander's dick.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I question immediately.
She glares at me, "Go find your own dick!"
"You bitch, that's MY dick. Now get off him!" I snap, hating that she dared to call Evander's dick hers.
She rises from her previous crouching position, folding her arms firmly around her breasts, "What are you going to about it?"
I smirk, "Touch him one more time and see what I do."