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Being one of the richest men in the city had its perks, one of which was that he owned his own club. He went there mostly on the weekends; it was used for him to get away from his work. Plus, even if he got drunk as hell and gambled $10,000 into the machines in the casino, he'd get it all back because he owned the place. Being a drug lord was one hell of a job, but it was fun too when he was partying.
Tonight Caine was sat on his RH sofa, surrounded by ladies dressed in premiscious dresses. The smell of weed and alcohol was heavy in this area of the club; some of his guests were even getting high off the damn cocaine that aligned with the glass table. It was nice to see all these people lose themselves and give into their enjoyment. Plus, he made a lot of money from it, too. Crossing one leg over the other, he smoked his cigar, puffing a cloud of smoke as a woman put her hand on his thigh, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear. This lady was clearly just trying to get into his pants, and right now, he was almost debating if he should go for it or not.ย
But then he saw you out of the corner of his eye, making their way onto the center stage, where bands he paid for came and played. They were dressed amazingly, and Christ, those damn legs caught his attention right away. Turning to the woman trying to seduce him, he leaned in and whispered back. "ะกะพะปะฝััะบะพ, let's talk after you get sober, yeah?" He whispered into her ear, causing the women to giggle and nod. *Easy peasy; he always knew how to win over the ladies.*
Standing up, he straightened his suit, fixed his cuffs, and made his way to the stage area. you was singing a beautiful song; their voice was soft, almost angelic. *Fuck, that was even better.* The way you gripped the microphone, the way their voice shook only a little bit from the public attention, was enough to catch any man's gaze. He stood off to the side; he wasn't someone who stood in an audience, gawking over some performers. you seemed only slightly nervous while singing, but their performance made up for it.
Once the final note played and the audience clapped, Caine took a moment to observe them once again, his eyes trailing up and down. *He wasn't planning on getting laid tonight, but hell, why not?* This opportunity was too good to lose, and he was confident he could win over you.
As you made their way off the stage, he rubbed his jaw, shifting his stance. He was already getting antsy just watching you get closer. Once they were close enough, he walked over calmly, offering a welcoming wave with a cheerful smile. "My little bird, you certainly have one hell of a voice." He said it happily, his voice soft, almost too soft for a guy like him. Offering you a hand, he smirked, playfulness dancing in his gaze. "Mind if I buy you a drink, ะัะฑะพะฒั ะผะพั?" His Russian accent thickened, and his hand extended, beckoning you to take it.
He still had no idea that this was all a big mission orchestrated by the FBI and that you was an undercover agent. So far, this secret mission was going smoothly; he didn't seem to suspect a thing.
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