Chapter 3

Mexico City.

There was a blaring music going on in the background. Nude lighting were illuminated in the whole dark room. Everyone was dancing and enjoying their night off. Sweaty bodies were sticking to each other like leeches and horny people trying to find someone for themselves to spend their night with. No one approached anyone without the intention of getting laid.

Everyone was there with a purpose so does the man with stormy grey eyes. He was sitting in the VIP room upstairs looking down at everyone with his cold, dark and calculative grey orbs. Like everyone else he also had a purpose of coming into that club, full of sexually frustrated people but his reason was not the same.

He was waiting for someone to show up, who was unknown of his dark presence in the club. He wanted to give that man his special visit and for it he himself came here to show what it feels like when death comes right in front of you. He was intently looking down at the ground floor with his keen eyes observing everyone.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door gaining his attention and he didn't want to know who was at the other side because he didn't invite anyone. But again there was a knock which made him to slowly trail his gaze at the door. His face was as blank as a paper and it didn't give any expressions away.

"¡Adelante!" he said in his deep, husky and manly voice which made the person on the other side of the door to shudder.

(Translation: Come in!)

His gaze was still at the door of the room, heated and unwavering. He saw a girl looking in his mid twenties walked inside with a tray in her hands. The tray had a crystal clear glass and a bottle of expensive wine. As soon as that girl entered the man understood her intentions of coming to the VIP room without even calling for her.

He didn't bother to stop her nor he said anything but kept gazing at her silently. When the girl felt his pointed gaze at herself a chill ran down to her spine because she knew how much of a dangerous man he was but it's her job to serve the VIP guests. Without making any eye contact with him she bent down in front of him and placed the tray at the round table beside him.

He kept sitting there like a mannequin noticing each and every move of her. With her trembling hands she poured the wine for him and extended the glass towards him but the blank look from his face didn't fade away. She frowned while looking at the floor when he didn't take the glass from her hands and the curiosity get the best out of her.

Slowly she raised his head and gazed straightly in his eyes which snapped something inside him because meeting his gaze meant disrespecting him and the girl including the whole city knew it very well but she did it out of curiosity. She saw rage swirling in his stormy grey eyes but his face was so calm without any expressions but it scared her. She immediately moved her gaze away his and looked back at the floor.

At this moment she knew, she fucked up and she was too much scared and confused at the same time that whether she should stay and apologize to him or run away from there. But running away from him was not even the option either. Her hands started trembling more and beads of sweat started to form at her forehead.

He extended the hand towards her to take the wine glass from her hand. She tried to hand him the glass but he intentionally moved his hand back and the glass fell down on the floor and dark red stains of wine even landed on his shoes. Now it was enough to accelerate her fear. Her whole body started shivering in fear.

The man slowly trailed his gaze at his shiny black branded shoes from Balenciaga which were stained from red wine and then the head of the girl which was lowered on the floor.

"Este es uno de mis zapatos caros y las manchas no se ven bien." he said in his low husky voice like talking to himself but the girl knew he was saying all to her.

(Translation: These are the one of my expensive shoes and the stains on it don't look good.)

The girl immediately panicked and tried to find her voice. With her shaky breath she let out few broken words.

"Lo-lo siento señor. No era mi intención... los limpiaré de inmediato." the girl stammered out in fear which made him to clench his jaw because he hates people who stutters and it added fuel to his anger.

(Translation: I-I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to-- I-I will clean them right away.)

She extended her hand to clean the stains away from the shoes but his next words completely froze her.

"¡Lamer!" he commanded in his strict, authoritative voice and she was not at the place to argue either.

(Translation: Lick!)

"¿Señor?" the girl tried to confirm it if she heard it right or it's just her ears ringing.

(Translation: S-Sir?)

"¡Lámelo hasta dejarlo limpio! No tengo todo el día para sentarme aquí y perder el tiempo." the man said in his no nonsense tone running out of patience which scared the girl more and more.

(Translation: Lick it clean! I don't have whole day to sit here and waste my time.)

After hearing his last statement the girl understood he was damn serious about his words and he didn't seem the person who will bluff for no reason. Slowly she trailed her gaze to his expensive shoes which were shining so much that she could see her own scared self in it. If she would be honest, with herself the stains were really ruining the beauty of his shoes.

She saw the broken glass pieces at the floor. When she didn't move from her place the man felt anger coursing through his veins but his face was still calm like he don't even know how to show expressions. He took the gun out from his holster and cocked it towards the girl's head, his actions were quick and swift. The girl felt the gun and immediately lowered down to lick his shoes.

The utter shame and humiliation she was feeling was unexplainable. Tears started streaming down her face ruining her mascara but she didn't care for anything at that time. When she started kicking his shoes some glass pieces came into contact with her tongue, which got some cuts and started bleeding. Blood filled in her mouth and started dripping down her tongue straightly on his shoes.

She was helpless and in pain but the man sitting there didn't feel any ounce of sympathy and pain for her instead he got annoyed became now his shoes had blood too with the stains of wine. He pushed the girl away from him and stood up on his feet. She landed on her butt with her hands back on the floor, weeping and sobbing.

He bent down and snatched her petite figure from the floor making her stand up at her feet. Taking two steps away from her, he raked his stormy grey gaze at her body which made her uncomfortable and to shift at her place but his next words were enough to still her body completely.

"¡Quítate la ropa!" he commanded which earned a whimper from her.

(Translation: Strip out of your clothes!)

When she didn't comply, the man took a step near her and in fear she took a step backward and started to strip out of her clothes immediately because being a worker in a club it was her job to satisfy the men needs and pleasure them and she thought that's what that man wanted from her but she was confused that why did he give her so much pain when he just wanted to fuck her.

She stripped out of her short dress and was about to remove her undergarments too but he showed his palm to her, stopping her. He gestured her to come closer with his index and middle finger and she complied immediately this time, seeing the gun in his hands. He gestured her towards the floor and she sat on her knees again.

Her eyes filled with lust and desire after coming face to face with his clothed crotch, her trembling hands went to his belt to unbuckle it but before she could even touch it, his hand shot out and he felt her wrist yanking it away from him. He grabbed her hair in his fist tightly earning a painful cry from her.

"Limpia tu patética sangre de mis zapatos con este vestido tuyo." he commanded her in his cold voice and silent warning was laying behind his voice.

(Translation: Clean your pathetic blood off my shoes with this dress of yours.)

He said with so much coldness that she felt like she will die soon in his presence. After his words, she understood why did he ordered her to take her dress off. With her shaky hands she immediately cleaned his shoes with the help of her dress and stood up clutching the dress to her chest. She just wanted to leave that room was soon as possible.

He took his shoes off from his feet while gazing at her trembling figure and sat back on the cushioned chair. She didn't understand why he removed the shoes after they were cleaned and before.

"Sal de esta habitación después de tirar estos zapatos al cubo de la basura que hay allí mismo." He ordered her which left her in complete shock.

(Translation: Get out of this room after discarding these shoes in the dustbin right there.)

She didn't understand why did he make her do all that when he wanted to threw his shoes. Why did he humiliated her if he didn't even want those shoes? She was lost in her own thoughts with a frown at her face which made his cold gaze to snap at her half naked figure again.

"Por qué sigues aquí? ¿Quieres darme un show de striptease?" he asked her and with the seriousness in his voice she understood her was not joking anymore.

(Translation: Why are you still here? Want to give me a strip show?)

She immediately picked the shoes up and threw them in the dustbin settled in the corner of the room and ran out in the condition she was in. While the man simply trailed his gaze back to the ground floor like he didn't punish and humiliated a girl just for looking into his eyes, like he didn't make her throw his expensive shoes in the dustbin and few moments ago.

That's what he was a fucked up man with his fucked up mind. He likes to see people miserable and vulnerable. He like them bowing in front of him. Mercy and sympathy doesn't resides anywhere near him. He likes to see fear in people eyes of him. He was none other than the Mexican mafia boss, Zavier Garcia.