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Dorian Torres.

Of course, if I wanted it, I could get it, everything around me, things and people could be bought by me, I just didn't need everything, but it was always good to maintain rank, owning areas and places, properties and beauties, that's why I had in mind to buy that whole building, to make each one of those thirty floors totally mine. Even that joint of Jhonny's, located across the entire length of the ground floor.

 It was a good place, with a good geographical location and with potential clients who might require the hospitality service, as well as that of company ladies. Yes, the business of drugs, weapons and whores was something that generated a lot of economic income. I was only in charge of selling tons of the first, buying stores of the second and enjoying the third. 

 I started doing this when I was twenty-one and I was still doing it at twenty-five, yes, in four years you can do a lot. And even more so when you were born in a golden cradle and the possibilities of anything is something that is even more within your reach since you start in adolescence. 

 I was the bad boy at school, but also the one who knew how to do math the best, so I had a lot of complaints for being rebellious, who smoked in the hallways, but I always stayed on the honor roll for having the highest grades of the year.

 Of course, many idiots said that I also bought the teachers and principals, that I blackmailed them in some way and bribed them in another. But they could always say what they wanted, for some reason it only took me four years to become one of the most powerful bosses in Colombia and all of Latin America, and it wasn't precisely because I didn't know how to apply them to numbers. I owed a lot to my father, who led me on this path, now he would just walk away and leave everything in my hands, but that's another story.

 Now, right next to me, was a dwarf with airs of authority, there, daring to call me "brother" and trying to give me the order to find another lady-in-waiting. I didn't even bother to look at him, it wasn't worth it, much less if that could cost me having to look away from the woman who continued to look at me, the one who successfully managed to get my attention.

 I had the place emptied, I wanted everything clear of any customers other than my men, I wanted every available woman to serve only us that night. And, even with the opportunity I was giving him to leave, he replied again.

 “It's not fair, Jhonny, I've also left all the money here, in your business, in this place. It's not fair that now you're going to take us out just like that.”

 I kept my eyes on the roundness of her hips, also paying attention to what the dwarf was saying, talking, complaining, probably unaware that if I managed to fill my glass I was going to give the order to have him shot in the head to mute it for once.

 "You can come back another day, my dear," Jhonny's voice spoke.

 I stayed there for a few more seconds, looking at the face of the woman who that night seemed to stand out among the others, and it wasn't precisely because she was the most beautiful, because she was there, dancing simultaneously, others equally attractive.

 What called me of her was her attitude. The determined and seductive attitude of the woman I was going to love that night. And she knew it, because she kept making her beautiful, flat belly dance as she bit her lower lip, some kind of angel in red lingerie.

 But I was not an idiot to choose any woman at random in that place despite the fact that what captivated me the most was her attitude, my motives there were a little more twisted, fixed, objective and rational.

 Apparently, the woman they had already told me about was attractive to my eyes. I recognized her when I was looking for her among the others who were also dancing. She definitely stood out among the others, for being flirtatious, fresh, with a daring that shone in her eyes.

 For some reason before all that I had imagined Rossi Giraldo as someone with a duller mood and a sad look, I was wrong.

 Rossi Giraldo.

 He remained serious, looking over me from top to bottom, analyzing with a calm scan everything that would be his, definitely that night I had had a stroke of luck, because I knew that this man was going to leave me a very good tip.

 Johnny began to empty the place, everyone was leaving in order, although the music continued; each customer left through the front door, from my place I was able to watch how the owner of the place and other managers asked customers to leave their posts.

 I didn't have to look at the faces of the other girls to know that they were also a bit puzzled, something that would pass because when they noticed the others there they would realize that we had exclusive clients.

 First of all, that was me with a slight curve to my lips, dancing for Dorian, that man with minimal fringe combed to one side of his forehead, who still remained at the foot of the inn where I was. But something there caught my attention a bit, well, it really seemed quite strange to me, a detail that I looked at in his dark eyes.

 From one moment to the next, their irises went from being dark to having a brilliant green, a lively and sparkling green, a green that was not very natural or human, much less a pair of perpendicular pupils, like a cat's when they are closed due to excessive lighting.

 I blinked, feeling suddenly paralyzed, leaving my face any sign of smile or complacency, and soon his eyes changed again, they were no longer green with cat pupils, now they were normal pupils again, those of black eyes quite common in humans.

 I stopped dancing and stood motionless on one side of the tube, while the one they called Dorian continued to be expressionless, looking at my face as if I weren't the human that meant the most in that place, but of course, it wasn't a hateful look either.

 Then he turned and walked away, while I stood there like a fool. Wondering if what I just saw was something real or just the lights and other reflectors flashing colors in the dance venue.