Night life~

New Beginning~ Chapter 32

Shaking the feeling away from his mind he came to the last set of red lights before seeing the club in sight. His helmet visor was one that couldn't easily see through from the outside so when a vehicle full of women rolled next to him whistling, all he could do was turn his head as he looked at all four of them with them looking back at him as if they had just seen god himself. A built male, well dressed and on a modified motorcycle definitely made their ovaries scream. When the light turned green, Mikey rode away towards the club but was followed by the women in the vehicle. 'I know where they're heading then' he thought to himself before slowing down and pulling into the side parking which curved into the back for him to park his vehicles. Not that he never liked parking with the public, but it was to avoid getting any scratches. When he had pulled in, the club was already blaring base through the wall and light shows. A line was already at the front. This was good business for sure. 

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When he had brought himself inside from the back with his helmet and gloves still on, the same four women noticed him immediately as he walked up towards his office. They never followed but only watched from a booth they picked out just to see who it was under that mask. It wasn't long till Mikey stepped out of his office with a glass in hand. He did make his way in front of the booth the women were in "Ladies.." he stated with a grin before shifting his expression to emotionless after passing them. This made them squeal as they now knew who it was; The owner. 

The crowd around took notice of who was walking and quickly moved out of the way. Not that they all feared him, except a few but because of respect for what he had done two years ago, stopping a syndicate from harming his city.

"Hey boss" Marcus spoke out from next to him joining Mikey at the bar.

"Hey" Was all he replied Marcus was a new member but had a military background. Never specified which rank or division due to it being classified. He is a veteran and was discharged due to his arm being blown off during combat. He had been in physio and such since to calm and control his PTSD.

"So far another good start to the night. It's been a lot busier since you came back, boss. Hopefully, those new plans of yours will pack this place." Marcus spoke out as he was leaning his back against the bar with his elbows on the counter. He never drank if he was on the job, the reason is if he has an episode, he would rather be sober to control it over being drunk and not able to stop what fears him.

"Yeah, it should. Summers are usually the slowest but not since then " ~referring to two years ago~. "We can go over the plans later, Marcus. Right now-" Mikey's words cut short when noticed over the other side of the bar that something wasn't right about two certain individuals.

Even though the place had been drug-free, it hadn't stopped people from trying. Sadly, this was the exact case with a woman being distracted by a male while the other was next to her, leaning his hand a little over her drink as if he was trying to reach for an item but instead, he was pouring some powder-like substance that immediately dissolved upon touching the liquid.

"Marcus.." Without looking at him, he knew he had this attention. "Take blondie with the purple polo shirt. I'll take the other. Powder" said before Marcus rose up and easily slid himself through the crowd without disturbing those who were dancing/ walking around. Mikey rose up with his drink in hand, taking a sip as he made his way over to the woman who was now alone and about to take a sip. As soon as he got closer, his hand moved in front of her and quickly took her drink away.

"Hey! That's my dr-" she shouted out before turning her gaze behind to look at Mikey. "Mr.Riker?!" She questioned. Most people knew who he was by now given he was on the news a few years back, so it wasn't a shock to hear his name from strangers.