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Fault Recrimination

001 Blood Lotus of Silvestre

Revenge would be sweet if we did it quietly and it would be sweeter if we striked the target explicitly when the target began to distinguish it. With this semiconscious credence, River De Avila halted his car at the parking lot of the Blood Lotus Club with a malice grin.

His hand proceeded to unbotton his button-up shirt for another two buttons more to reveal his smooth chest. The dark red of his shirt contrasted with his fair, Asian skin that offered a flirtatious look to any eyes to regard.

After a few second staring at the rear-view mirrow and tousled his black locks to create a sexy look, he took a deep, shaky breath to gather his confidence before he shoved the car door open. A whiff of fresh, cold air lightly slapped his exposed body when he tramped to the nightclub's entrance for contrived his sortie.

There were only a few people were queued along the long, dusty track that led up to the club's entrance before River's turn came to face with the gatekeeper. From afar he could already feel the stares of the bouncers were on him as he slid a black sunglasses steadily.

Maybe it was not a good idea to wear an oversized, black sunglasses for the night and his act only captivated the daunting bouncers even more. When the girl infront of him was refused entry by the bouncer, his lean, sleander body slightly squirmed under the eyes of the five members of gatekeepers.

"Next." It was quick and firm. The word flew out from the gatekeeper's mouth without a second thought for River to open his mouth.

"Hey, man." River initiated with a camouflaged shaky breath. "I have to meet your boss." He fought the intense glare.

"Next." The word became more assertive and harder than before but River remained obstinate with his stance althought he could feel his vitality and confidence began to plunge into the ground bit by bit.

"I'm De Avila's." River said firmly and vaguely propelled the oversized glasses below his nose to sanction a better look for the gatekeeper while imposed his family's mark just below the clavicle around his shoulder blade.

The brawny gatekeeper contemplated for a mare second before he decided for once again. "Pass." Eventually, another gatekeeper opened the massive door for the son of the De Avila.

River swiftly marched inside the exclusive and notorious club owned by the Silvestre. As a 22 years old young man it was something new for him to step inside the nightclub all alone by himself and not to mention after he misused De Avila's tatto's symbol.

Despite the fact, his family comprehended with the underworld, he on the other side was left to live his life in darkness. However, the De Avila's blood inside his body was never failed to encounter something off but it was not enough to disintegrate his perspective of him living in the darkness.

Since in his childhood, he knew his family was involved with the underworld. Gun, blood, money, transgression, violation were something he learnt along his growth until now. And it was not going to stop until he died because he was one of the De Avilas.

However, as a De Avila nightclub was not his thing. Pub was the only place he went with his friends for some drinks and maybe girls. The magical world of disco lights, laser beamed and the irreplaceable glow of black lights shinning on people made he grimaced in disgust.

There were too many people squashed like sardines and the music were too loud for his good hearing. River jostled the sweating, almost n**** bodies as he roamed looking for a bar or at least a 'quieter' place to clear his foggy mind.

River needed to figure a plan to confront his prey, Enrique Silvestre. The idea of the another group of brawny watchdogs inside the club building to keep an eye on the wild, energetic dance floor was never in his mind.

After a few minutes scrambled and struggled throught the sea of sweating poeple, River arrived at the almost full bar. He took a seat and requested a mojito mocktail to the muscular bartender. All the time he locked his eyes on an entrance that was occupied by two buff guards. The door was the only path led to another floor.

"First of all, you need to take off your glasses." The bartender suddenly spoke up in deadpan while his hands casually wiping a glass. When the young man came to approach him, it was too obvious the man had something inside his head. Nobody in their straight mind would wear a pair of black glasses when they were entering the club and attracted the watchdogs' attention.

"Only a few people can pass the door." The bartender added. Hesitantly, River obeyed the bartender's hint and hooked his glasses over his loose neck of the shirt.

"What are you doing here, kid?" Once again the bartender spoke up as he pushed a glass of coke for the man to replace the empty mojito. "This is not a place to play around." His voice was hard, flat and sounded like a warning throught River's ears.

However the young man of De Avila wilfully sniggered before he raised his eyes to meet with the bartender's impassive gaze. "Thank for the advice." River enunciated in a low tone. "Do you have any information about the boss?"

How could River didn't know about the particular informations. Silvestre and his family were in the same métier. He knew the Blood Lotus belonged to the Silvestre, the most powerful man that his old man needed the most. He eavesdropped on his old man's dispute between his subordinates and also his big brother.

"The boss, coming." The bartender proclaimed a bit harder than before but River was thoroughly ingored him. His blue orbs swiftly shot to the guarded entrance and to his favour the young Silvestre was staring at him unreadable and menacing gaze.

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