His Lucky Charm

Chapter Four

Chapter Four- Six Years Ago

Harlan Braxton P.O.V:

Six years ago... 

"BROTHER! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Henry yelled through the phone as loud music played in the background. I dragged the phone away from my ear, attempting to gain back my hearing before returning the phone to my ear. "I'm on my way man. Just stuck in traffic" I retorted as I swiftly made my way out onto the busy street, toward the limousine that parked outside the hotel building. The night sky was aglow with splendid city lights.

"WELL HUSTLE ALONG BROTHER. WE ARE SITTING TIGHT FOR YOU" he shouted before he burst out chuckling. An unknown female voice shouted. "YEAH, HURRY UP BIRTHDAY BOY WE'RE WAITING". Their laughter grew louder through the phone.

On the off chance that there was one thing I disdain celebrating, would be our birthday. Birthday parties just weren't my thing. Hell, on the off chance that I didn't have a twin sibling. I unquestionably would have regarded my birthday as it was a typical day.

The limo driver held the secondary door open to the limo as I advanced toward him. He welcomed me with a grin at that point offered his appreciation. "Alright guys, I'll see you soon," I reacted, ending the call. I placed the phone into my suit jacket, waved a hand to the driver before sliding into the rear of the limo. I watched the driver close my door before he strolled around the limo to take his position in the driver's seat.

I sprawled across the leather seat, allowing my body to rest. I inclined my head on the vehicle window then peered outside. I watched individuals walk past our vehicle. Some were grinning and giggling and others looked drained. A look I knew all too well. The driver soon finished adjusting his review mirror then started up the engine before he asked. "Where to this evening Mr Braxton Sir" in an English articulation.

I pulled off my naval force blue tie from around my neck and freed the initial two buttons of my shirt.

"Saints Club" I responded. I disregarded my suit jacket then pushed the button for the privacy window to close. My body had been languishing over years presently, wearing these terrible tight suits. Each muscle in my body ached.

I began slackening a couple more buttons to my shirt, leaving my neck and chest exposed. A little grin pulled at the side of my lips lastly, I felt fulfilled. I could feel my body plunge into profound unwinding. Indeed, even my eyes were getting too heavy to even consider keeping open. I groaned. And before I knew it I was presently sleeping soundly.

*****

The Limousine driver left the vehicle in the rear entryway close to the club. At the point when they moved toward their objective, he saw that Harlan Braxton was sleeping soundly in the back. Thus, he figured that it would be smarter to stop Harlan Braxton in a safe. Where there were no photographers about.

The driver killed the vehicle and exited from his door. He advanced over to Harlan's door and pulled. There before him, Harlan was sound asleep. He didn't hear any snoring come from Harlan but he did notice his chest rising and falling.

"For a young hardworking man,' his driver thought. He sure looks good." However, the driver wasn't wrong because for a young hardworking man. Harlan made sure his body was well maintained. As if the gods created him themselves.

Harlan's muscles strained underneath his work shirt while his neck and chest were left uncovered. Harlan's head laid on his shoulder and the driver remained there, watching him. Wondering whether or not to awaken him.

In the entire years that the driver had driven his Limousine. He had not once had a customer nod off. Not once. Certainly, he's had customers engage in s****l relations in his vehicle, upchuck in his vehicle, even had one's, treating his vehicle as a private restroom yet he had none sleep in his vehicle.

He contemplated for a moment, before finding the courage to wake up his most important client.

"Mr Braxton! Mr Braxton! Wake up!" The driver hollered while jabbing the side of Harlans shoulder. "Mr Braxton!" he attempted once more.

******

I opened my eyes abruptly to his calling. I could feel a little drool at the corner of my lips whilst the cold air outside caused me to shiver slightly. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I looked around at my surroundings and noticed I was still in the Limousine but in an unfamiliar place. The driver kneeled in front of me, the door resting on his back.

"Where are we?" I groaned. "Ah, we are at the club, sir. I parked our vehicle in the rear entrance of the club for your safety sir" he replied. "My safety?,' I thought to myself. Did something happen while I was asleep?".

"Care to explain to me what you meant by my safety?" I retorted as I stared at his name badge on his uniform. "Jackson."

"All things considered, sir,' he stopped. I saw that you were resting at the back when I referenced we had arrived. In this way, I figured it is ideal to stop in a private area for you" he reacted.

I looked over his shoulder and saw the stuffed trash containers behind him and the crude odour of pee invaded my nose. "Great,' I mumbled, snatching my jacket up from the seat. I will go from here" I gestured. His eyes glinted from mine to the window behind me. He grinned then bobbed his head.

I watched him ascend from his feet at that point moved to one side, permitting me to leave the vehicle. I gave a speedy gesture at that point slid out of the limousine into the chilly evening. Every inch of my body started to tense up.

The driver hysterically scouring his hands together for warmth. "You are free to go Jackson. I will ring you when your needed" I countered. His eyes meandered before he took one final bow and left. I watched the limo take off before I advanced down the back street toward the club.

At the point when I moved toward the club, I could hear the music coming from inside, faintly. I halted, several meters from the club, to take in the scene before me. The footpath I currently stood on, not only had people casually walking by but against the club wall, stood even more people awaiting entry. Each individual dressed to the nines.

Standing in front of the large black club doors stood three security

guards. One who resembled a powerlifter, one who looked Samoan and one who looked out of place. He was small compared to the other two. He looked to be about 5'3 with a thin built. Behind them was a neon sign, that shone red. The style of the writing was in cursive and it read "Saints Club" and under that writing, in a small font read " Owned by Henry Braxton."

I stayed there gazing in amazement, appreciating my twin brothers work. Watching individuals looking satisfied and tipsy as they exited the club, while more others joined the line to enter. The line developing longer and more.

I hauled a cigarette out of my pocket and moved toward the three security guards. "How's it going? Do any of you have a light?" I said, interrupting the three bouncers from their duty. Their looks snapped to mine as I continued toward them. Until I was standing a foot away from them. I'm significantly taller than all of the three men. However, as I watched them gulping at my significance. I could tell they were apprehensive.

"Great evening Mr Braxton," one of the bouncers declared with an Australian accent. The other two bouncers remained there paralyzed.

"Good evening fellas and it's Harlan. Mr Braxton is a little too-uh formal don't you think?" I grinned with one eyebrow raised. "Sorry sir, " he countered, bobbing his head.

I put the cigarette into my mouth so I could close up my shirt. Which I hadn't adjusted before walking here. As I was doing as such, one of the bouncers opened up the large black club doors at that point moved aside, permitting me to enter.

I held a hand dependent upon him and he looked back at me confounded. "Lighter?" I countered. The three men right away began tapping themselves down, checking each pocket they had, at that point, they checked once more. "Sorry sir, I thought I had one on me" the bouncer who looked Samoan responded. I shrugged a shoulder. "That is okay. You men have a decent evening" I answered, stashing the cigarette back into my jacket pocket. I gave each boncer a confident handshake, at that point advanced inside.

Other than a little light that created a way down the lobby, it was dim. The shading plan inside the lobby shouted desire, with dark velvet hued dividers and red-hued carpet. Each progression I took, the music got much stronger.

There before me, I saw different hued strobe lights, while ladies waited in the lobby to utilize the bathroom. As I passed them, I started, just barely making my way through the crowd toward the bar. I was unable to see a large part of the area, other than many individuals dancing and drinking. However, they all appeared as though they were having fun. Lifting my head over the crowd, I could at long last see the bar. I continue to advance toward there. Unexpectedly, I felt a couple of hands fasten tight around my middle from behind. I halted immediately. "HELP ME, PLEASE!" a female's voice yelled from behind. I clutched her arm at that point twirled around to confront the individual who not sometime before, had their hands on me. "Goodness!" I murmured to myself as she looked up at me. She was beautiful. Who knew I'd be so fortunate.