Chapter 7 :
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Jayden's pov ...
No matter what, Marchetti comes first above all else."
Numero Uno ( Jayden Marchetti)
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Jonah, Kozlov and I had finally taken a break from my intense search for a suitable bride.
We are currently in the back office of the Triad.
A casino, nightclub and strip club franchise owned by the family. (Marchetti).
We were meeting some of our allies tonight to settle a dispute, that can no longer be ignored.
I was dressed in a black fit ripped jeans, a white polo Ralph Lauren t- shirt and a bomber jacket (from the same designer as the tee) fitted heavily with wool around the neck and jaw line.
I'd brought Daisy with me tonight as Raya is out of town.
I kept Daisy busy with some of my personal security detail.
But I do want her lips on my C**k again, tonight before I send her home.
I think to myself, making a mental note to get my fill of her again.
Jonah gave me a knowing look, as the guys begin to file in to my office for the meeting.
This office space was specifically designed for meetings like this, spacious and sound proof.
I was seated on a throne like chair that was meant for me and watched as they took their seats.
After every one was seated Kozlov and Jonah took their seats beside me.
Three cartels were represented here with five members each.
The boss , his second in command and so on.
Once they had settled down, I stared at a guy named Warsaw.
He is the head of a Russian arms cartel, called Moscow.
I gave him the nod to speak first.
These guys play in the big leagues and rake in millions in profit monthly.
Why they would start a war, is beyond me.
Another group known as Rimmed were also here with their leader Nirelli. They are traffickers and transporters.
They move anything and everything and they are very efficient in their jobs.
The last group here is called Exctasy.
They run an escort service, well .. more like a high end prostitution ring. Their leader Wyatt, a small mild mannered unsuspecting fellow, sat quietly behind his team.
"Warsaw tell me your angle." I ordered.
He got to his feet and bowed slightly in acknowledgement and respect.
"Rimmied, reneged on the agreement and refused to pay up." Warsaw began to explain aggressively, in a loud booming voice. Thick with his Russian accent.
He even managed to look offended as he spoke. He never calls them Rimmed, always Rimmied.
" How and why?" Jonah snapped at Warsaw.
"Shipment from Russia,went wrong because of a mix up on their end."
"They make a mistake with their shipment and take ours."
Warsaw's English still has some ways to go, but it has improved.
"We see the mistake and called Rimmied, merchandise cannot be left at port and we had to take what was left.
But they call back after almost two weeks.
And we demand for p*****t for damaged goods, our merchandise, you know. But Rimmied said no p*****t.
We have take care of Rimmied merchandise for almost two weeks.
It was already late, but we decide to take it, the girls were sick, two died. We took care of it all, still no answer from Rimmied, so we call and sell to Exctasy.
"Then Rimmied start calling for their shipment, and finally bring back our merchandise, but half of it is soaked in water."
He paused angrily, before continuing.
"We telled them the truth, we don't have their merchandise.
They go violent, and three brothers died."
He finished with three fingers up to show the numbers.
"Three, uno, three." He repeated again.
There was a little silence before I nodded in the direction of Nirelli, it was his turn to speak.
"Uhmmmnn, Uno, we had a little run in with the authorities, when my guys went to get the merchandise, he got spooked lost concentration and took the wrong one."
"He was right to be spooked, the police came sniffing around, so we hid the merchandise for five days.
But uno, there was some rain, hence the water.
By the time we got the all clear, we discovered Warsaw had our merchandise, so we reached out to them.
We returned their merchandise, But Warsaw refused to accept it.
Instead, they requested for full p*****t including profits."
"Also, we knew they had sold our merchandise to Exctasy. So we went and got some of our merchandise back, Exctasy killed two good men. So we killed four of theirs.
Excstasy then went after Warsaw, and killed three of theirs."
Nirelli finished and I pointed at the leader of the last crew.
The mild mannered Wyatt, stood up to his full height. He was five six, no advantage in the height arena.
"Not interested in what happened between rimmed and Warsaw, Uno.
All we know is that rimmed attacked us and took three of our girls.
Two of their men died during the attack, they came back and killed four exctasy men.
Then we understood that Moscow sold us merchandise that wasn't theirs and brought trouble to us, so we went to pay them back. Uno, it seems they sold us stolen merchandise."
"It was stolen." Nirelli interjected, further grating on my nerves.
But Wyatt ignored him and continued.
"We took three of their men, but they burnt down a very expensive show house and I demand p*****t to rebuild it."
I can see how this is a headache.
All this payments being demanded can be paid back in the blink of an eye.
But no right minded, successful business man would just let this go.
I sighed, I was a tad bit distracted and decided I did t want to handle their s**t right now.
I sent a quick message to Jonah on his phone.
"Entertain them for a while."
His reply was a thumbs up.
I stood up and walked out of the huge office .
Kozlov right behind me, speaking into a mouth piece as he walked, ordering two guards to go stay with Jonah.
We knew the entire story before calling this meeting.
We just wanted them to feel like their grievances were being heard.
needed a stiff drink and someone on my d**k Asap. I grabbed daisy and took her to one of the VIP suites.
The actress seemed flustered.
I took a seat on a red winged backed chair, in the room.
Daisy was wearing a camisole, that revealed half of her belly, on skin tight ripped jeans.
She loved jewellery, and I had just gifted her another piece that would surely become a family heirloom. It was currently sitting pretty on her slender neck.
The white gold is set with tiny beautiful diamonds, a big diamond to finish the fleur de lis inspired pendant design,
done by one of my favorite designers.
It cost almost a hundred thousand dollars, and it is my parting gift to the beautiful actress.
I won't be seeing her after today.
She had run her course and she wasn't a good fit to be my bride either.
I had taken her roughly, for more than two hours earlier this evening and I am sure she is still sore. So I settle for her mouth on me instead.
I closed my eyes and buried my hands in her thick black tresses, and used it to plop her head up and down my hard length faster than she could go.
I only loosened my grip when her body began to shake from her gags and lack of air.
Minutes later, I fill her mouth with my c*m, and the little minx swallowed every drop of it.
"Good girl" I say while patting her head.
After she had repaired her hair and makeup ,
I instructed one of the guys to take her home.
"But I want to stay a little more." she Insisted.
This is the reason why I don't date, ever. Especially women who think they have a say over their bodies and can argue with me over my decisions.
I prefer mistresses, they are obedient and rarely ask questions.
An expensive lifestyle, but they don't get to argue with you.
My dalliance !!
My rules !!
My women would only get what I want to give them, nothing more.
Everything is done my way or you are out on your a*s on the highway.
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