Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Williams’s POV

“Let the game begin! Ladies and gentlemen, you may now feast” our host, Sheikh Bin Nasir the second prince of the Bin Latif dynasty of Saudi Arabia declared, and men and women, clad in the tiniest piece of clothes prang put from different corners of the room to the center while those of us there with the sole aim of business went closer to the table. Carlos aka cock man, head of the mafia group of southern California was the first person to pick a card and call a number. I watched as his dice tossed around and about for a couple of seconds before it stopped, his dart facing an empty slot.

“Oops!” he and his man let out as they saw their failure. “I’d get a quick fuck. I need a clearer vision and my good luck charm” he said as he retracted from the game area to the most spacious place of the room where numerous fucks happened. “Get over here, blond bitch!” he drunkenly slurred. He was calling out to a topless brunette in black fishnet stockings and crotchless fishnet bra. If that is what the clothing on her chest is called. No, on a second look, it was a fishnet harnessing belt. The blonde just whipped around, giggled, suggestively tugging at the brink of the stocking while she sashayed over to him. Carlos took his seat with the rest people in the orgy, with the brunett standing in between his legs. He motioned for her to go down and immediately she obeyed and delved into the task at hand. A smirk found its way to my face as I watched the unfolding play but soon turned to focus on my business. I looked at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time and huffed in annoyance.

The crown prince- heir to the Bin Latif dynasty of Saudi Arabia was a man that was quite worth the wait. I knew for a fact he was making me wait for him, and he wanted me to sweat it out. He must have boasted to his hair-faced buddies on how to bring me down a notch. This is me just wilding, but I knew motherfuckers like this. He needed the business to click even more than I did but to retain the the-rich-gets-whatever-they-want charade, he was going to act like the deal didn’t bother him while on my end didn’t have that kind of luxury. Time for jokes had never been a luxury I had enjoined even from my childhood days until recent times. Sniper signaled me of his arrival with a swift nod across the room. Even in a fuck room like this I had to be on high alert, it's an occupational hazard. And because of the strict rule governing the property, my bodyguards could only wait outside. Only people with a card permitted by the owner of the casino were allowed to be inside the engagement room. Golden room of riches and pleasure as it was usually called.

The center of the room was littered with at least twenty groups of people engaged in any, and every kind of sex. At the farthest corner of the room was my favorite duo so far. The blonde was sucking the hell out of her partner's dick you could tell her partner was having the time of his life from the way he was writhing and panting. I mean, she fucking had his entire length in her mouth and her pace was heart-throbbing. Her slim fingers were playing with his balls and at the same time, she had her eyes locked with his. I liked that—intentional women.

At the center would come a close second. Two ladies eating themselves off so bad in a 69 position, and I had half a mind to book them off for the night. The one on top, a red-haired one, did it so skillfully. I was getting hard from watching her eat a cunt, while I fantasized about shoving my cock in her mouth while my hand tightly clutched her hair, yanking her as I did to my horses. She caught me staring and motioned for me to come over with her finger but I smirked and faintly shook my head. She then motioned for me to watch and I did. She flapped her tongue on her woman's cunt and inserted two fingers into the same pussy. She was flapping her tongue, sucking, nibbling, and biting while her finger continued to thrust into her woman's pussy. The girl underneath was moaning like a fucking bitch and I knew she was about to come when she began to shake like a bitch that was trying to get water out of its skin. The red-haired was relentless until she made her mate climax. I watched as she licked her clean. She threw me a wink when she was done. Man, was I hard?

For me, a woman that can make a woman come with her mouth could do the same to a man and that was my opinion of an ideal woman. A woman that can make me come with her mouth and talk. There was a thing with the way she licked the cum off her partner's pussy that made me picture her with my cum on her face and breast after I made her swallow quite a gulp down— I would then bend over to her length and taste myself from her boobs. Her boobs—fuck! Ample and perky and round with pink succulent areolas. Just the right size. I was still in the middle of building scenarios in my head when I heard someone pull the shotgun and my eyes immediately flickered to the gaming session.

I thought I was done with this line forever but one cannot truly eat his cake and have it, and while I was found here, let’s just say it was because of some obligatory duties as one of the Williams. The deal for today’s game was simple. A large number of dealers were present but the clients were few. The dealers were divided into a group of three of which I happened to be in the third and last group. The winner of each group goes home with the client and half of the money that was bet in that group. The remaining half would be given to the owner of the casino. But I had this confidence that whether I lost or not or whether I played the game or not, Prince Jamal would find a way to get to me. Unlike most gamers present, I wasn’t a piece of cake.

As my father would always say, gold and other types of treasury stones are not gotten from the surface of the earth. I knew what that meant! And in my case, the prince wouldn’t have agreed to come over to territory to get a potential dealer from my group if we didn’t have what he needed in my group and if there was any dealer that was fully packed in my group, it was me.

I am my father’s son. I possessed values he has instilled deeply in me as his son and his successor for both of his businesses. My grandfather father and his cousin Watch built The W.I.L.L.I.A.M Inc. thirty eight years ago, Watch had a degree in finance and management and my father was a businessman. They joined forces and became legit business owners and taxpayers so that their source of wealth would not be questioned. My father said that he and Watch started in their basement, they served as middlemen in supplying goods and providing hired gunmen for whoever needed their services. On the front, they were company owners and investors. So when my father had the skyscraper that is W.I.L.L.I.A.M Inc. built, he had secret tunnels included, secret rooms, and state of the art security system. Ever since I was old enough to understand what we do, I have been groomed into taking over. I attended Harvard business to be well acquainted with the business world and its command of a small chain of men. My grandfather always gave me responsibilities to handle, and tasks to fulfill and allowed me to make mistakes so I could correct them.

Aside from the manufacturing business, the William family delved into the hospitality sector. We have three hotels, one here in LA, another in San Francisco, and the last one in Beverly Hills. My granddad’s cousin Watch managed the hotel in Beverly Hills town. After my grandfather died and I had to temporary take over. I brought the headquarters of both our businesses to Los Angeles. I told big Cousin Watch to move down here with me but he said he finally met a good woman and he wanted to start something serious, especially with the heat drawn away from his home. He had too many memories there with my grandfather especially and I knew he didn’t want to leave because that was the only thing he had left of his partner, best friend, and brother. After a while, I felt bad that I had even asked him to leave the city he dominated once and called home. Big Cousin Watch had two baby mamas but one child.

Drew, his son, was in boarding school. I could already picture him taking the reign after my demise. The kid was one well-brought-up child. He was fast and smart and his energy was all-consuming. Even at a tender age, he had a personality that made people cower. He was brave, bold, intelligent, and handsome. As far as Mafia Dons were concerned, I was with their king. Agreed, my grandfather and his Cousin mounted the foundation before I was born, I did what was necessary to maintain the radar. I must say that I had the best person take over as leader while I participated on the underground as a patron. We were topping the chart of all dealers except shipping humans or making them suffer. I could never play like that with humans, especially kids. Before I reached the rolling casino basin that was already filled with a small crowd, a curvy blonde planted herself in my front and thankfully I gathered my wits right on time and faintly brushed my chest against her breast. She smirked, angling her tongue at the corner of her mouth smiling like a maniac. Her tiny fingers trailed down my chest and stopped at the waistline, hovering around the seam of my trouser. I didn’t stop her. Her hands headed south and cupped my cock. She gave it a firm squeeze and I immediately wanted to back her up against the bar shelf and fuck her. I turned to look at the gambling table when I heard someone call my name. It was Sniper signaling to let me know I was up. I leaned down to the blonde’s ear and whispered, flicking my tongue across her earlobe as I retracted. She threw me a wink and then blew a kiss before I finally walked away.

I didn’t share with my women. I’d rather have the first fuck.

I tossed my dice in my palms three times and then kissed the fist clutching them before throwing them up in the swirling basin. It swirled for a moment before stopping and voila, I hit the nail right on the head. I didn’t miss the gratifying smile on Jamal’s face when he shook my hand and said his congratulations. Don Cazzo, the owner of the casino came saying his congratulations too while Sniper and I accepted their shakes with a rather firm hand. I learned earlier from my father, that a head of a flock shouldn’t be seen harboring a light grip. It was considered a sign of weakness.

One moment I was shaking hands and nodding my head, acknowledging people, and the next moment I was hearing the corking sound of guns. I turned around and saw naked bodies pointing guns at random locations in the room. One of them was pointed directly at my head. I smirked.

“fuck!” I heard Sniper’s voice call out.

“Whose men are these…fucking tell them to drop their weapons” Don Cazzo spoke. “Drop your guns “he shouted again. I looked around again and quickly surmised it was an ambush but orchestrated by whom? Sniper locked eyes with me and he understood the message. Three… two… one…

I dropped to the floor and immediately Sniper pulled his trigger. The bastard pointing his gun at me dropped dead. I swiftly wormed my hand around my waist and pulled out my pistol. The kill was easy. These guys were purely fuckers not shooters. The whole was blaring with gunshots and everywhere was bustling, people, so-called Dons running here and there for fear of their heads.

“At your four o’clock’ a voice called out but it was too late. I turned on time but I was out of bullets. No backup. The sound of the fired shot pierced right through my ears before a sharp pain pierced through my shoulder, close to my chest. Another shot went off and the blonde from earlier dropped down dead. The fucker! Sniper had shot her right after she pulled her own trigger. That and Sniper rushing over to me was the last thing I saw before everywhere turned black.