Undercover - Chapter 21

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 21: The Accountant 

"I hear you want to join the team?" Brosky asked me abruptly.

"I do."

"We’re not talking about stripping or fucking around here. Your next mission could be dangerous.”

As if I did not get it.

I was no fool.

“That’s fine. I just want to help Mr. Kravchenko. You know that I’m close with Artem.”

“You could be putting your own life at risk."

Why was he grinning then? How much did he enjoy my possible death?

What an asshole!

“I'm aware and I'm ready.” I stated firmly.

I had a bad feeling about Brosky from the moment I met him.

To be fair, the circumstances of Amelia Bryant's death and his reaction afterwards did not speak in his favor.

The man was vile, cruel, and he acted like such a puppet for Andriy that he was rather pathetic.

Artem had explained that "Uncle Brosky" was very close to the top of the organization and that he could almost be considered the head of H.R.

I had insisted on having a meeting with him to show my commitment to joining the organization.

After all, if I was going to be included in their exit plan, I had to be fully part of the team.

Therefore, I asked for a job.

Basically, Ferguson managed the people who worked in the clubs and various establishments around town, while Brosky managed the people involved in the shadier activities.

I hated them both equally.

And as luck would have it, my first assignment working for Andriy Kravchenko would force me to deal with each one of them.

My task? To launder money at the Rainbow Club.

Brosky would give me instructions, and Ferguson would periodically stop by the club to make sure I was following them.

To make a long story short, I was supposed to add bills in the cash register and lines in the Rainbow’s accounts so the Kravchenkos (including Artem) could justify having so much money.

I made it look like the customers had bought more drinks than they actually had, like they had put more money in my colleagues' thongs, and had paid an entry charge at the door when people could mostly get in and out of the club for free.

I added 10 to 20% of revenues each night.

The Rainbow was just one of the many ways they found to keep their business running under the radar.

Although, they all knew they were not so much under the radar anymore.

Between looking for moles and organizing the entire relocation of their activities between Mexico and Miami, the gangsters were staying busy.

As for me…

Well, I was trying to follow the motions, with a constant sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my mind on high alert 24/7.

I almost snapped when Amber ran into me in the lobby.

The issue was not that she was annoying, but on the contrary, that she was absolutely charming and wanted for us to spend more together.

I could not stand her fake smile anymore.

“I feel like we haven’t had a drink in days, are you doing well? How is the love affair with the rich business guy going? I’m dying to know!”

She was cheeky and fun, putting a hand on my shoulder.

She said she missed our friendship.

One thing that she did not mention though was that she was spying on me for the account of our bosses.

Was she working directly for Peter or Tunegard? I did not know and I did not care.

I played my part since I absolutely wanted for the Police Department to think that I was still wrapped around their (sneaky) fingers.

Honestly, I did not give them many reasons to doubt me, I was being extra careful.

I was friendly with Amber and told her that we should definitely organize something.

More importantly, I kept on feeding the P.D. with precise information about Andriy’s next plans and people in his organization.

Besides, the cops did not really have a choice, their other agent was dead and they would not send Amber to seduce Andriy.

Hopefully, Tunegard was not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice.

To get intel, it was me or nothing.

I should also point out that I had no moral dilemma with betraying Andriy.

If I kept Artem away from all my reports, going so far as to present him as an innocent victim in the whole thing, I did not have the same consideration for his father.

It may be difficult to understand, and at times I had difficulty understanding my own feelings about the situation, but I think I was most angry with Andriy Kravchenko for what he had put, - and was putting -, his son through.

I could not bear to see Artem hurt or being humiliated.

I thought that with his father behind bars, maybe, just maybe, Artem could be happy.

No matter what he was capable of to follow his father's instructions and one day inherit his empire, I knew deep in my heart that my boyfriend was a good man.

I loved him, that was a fact I had finally come to accept.

Pretty huge for me who had never fallen in love before!

In fact, it was probably the only thing I knew for sure at the time.

For the rest, I was torn.

What Andriy had done to Amelia Bryant made me want to do everything I could to arrest him, while my loyalty (and love) for Artem made me seriously consider betraying the police for the first time.

I could turn. All it would take would be to give false information to the police and tell Andriy everything.

Although, I probably would not survive that conversation with the drug lord.

Peter did not mention it, but it was obvious that he personally still had doubts about my commitment to the mission and my loyalty.

It was no coincidence that Amber was more determined than ever to follow my every move and get inside my head. S

he had not found herself wandering around in that lobby by chance…

Peter was worried that I would possibly become a double agent. He had probably been since I had started dating Artem.

Would I cross that line?

I really did not know how far I could go and that thought alone was scary.

It was difficult not to be reeling all the time.

The only thing that kept me sane was the time I spent with Artem.

The man was like a miracle drug.

When I was in his arms or when my cock was buried deep in his ass, all my problems seemed to disappear.

The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach was just a memory when I was cuddling or having sex with Artem.

He was sweeter than ever with me.

He considered what I was doing to join his father's organization as a sacrifice I was making for him, and already, he was talking about the future.

Our future together.

Once, I would be included in his father's circle of trust and once, we would move out of San Antonio, things would be a lot less tense.

He promised.

“It's not always like this. I'm sure we'll just have to manage the gay clubs in Miami. It could be even fun! Right now, it's tough because we have the cops on our tail and some scumbags on the street think they can use this as an opportunity to overthrow my father, but once we get that taken care of, things will be a lot better for us.”

I had just sucked his dick and Artem had burst in my mouth.

I reeked his spunk.

He did not seem to mind since we were glued together in his bed, my mouth inches from his nose.

It was the middle of the afternoon.

“I hope you're right, baby. Are you sure your father has that much control though?”

“Oh yeah, he knows what he's doing. I’ve seen him get out of much worse situations. And if hell breaks loose, we'll go to Europe for good.”

I kissed him on the lips.

“I'll follow you wherever you go, babe.”

He smiled.

Could he feel his own semen on my breath or on my tongue? Probably.

We exchanged our fluids so much though, that it did not make much difference. We were fucking constantly. At least three times a day.

Lately I had been thinking about taking it a step further.

I liked his cock shoved in my throat, could I enjoy it in my ass?

We were enjoying it so much when I was topping him, could it be as good if he were the one drilling me?

I thought about going for another round of hard sex when the alarm on my phone went off.

“What is it?”

“6 p.m. I have to go back to Rainbow.”

“Right... I have some meetings too, people from Miami.”

I jumped out of bed and slipped into a pair of pants, my dick bouncing as I moved around.

"Let me know how it goes. Should we be ready to leave San Antonio soon?" I asked.

"The sooner, the better. Probably within the fortnight.”

"Wow. Okay. Be careful with those guys."

“You too. Stay safe.”

He got out of the bed, stark naked, and he held me in his arms tenderly.

“Babe, they basically gave me an accounting job. I think the bad guys working for your father keep me pretty safe.”

Artem smiled.

“They better!”

I was sure that he had asked his father to protect me and having me do a pretty harmless job. 

In a sense, that frustrated me, I had not lost my thrill for adventure, but at the same time, I thought that this was cute and I was already taking enough risks as it was.

With the stress I was under, I thought that I had felt my fair share of adrenaline for a lifetime.

Besides, for the most part, it was cool to spend more time with the crew at the Rainbow.

Manuel, Javier and Colin were happy to have me there, even if it was not as a stripper.

I also enjoyed horsing around and seeing them try outfits that seemed to get only more outrageous and more revealing each night.

Leather was in lately!

I sort of regretted not to go on stage with them. It was a much simpler time when I could twerk my ass and stroke my dick for an eager audience.

Although the boys were giving me a hard time about turning into an accountant, it was all in good fun.

They were joking around, as always.

I say “for the most part” though, because not everyone was seeing my new occupation in such a light way.

First, Lamar was getting tired of losing his (quote-on-quote) “best strippers” to satisfy the big boss’s whims.

He had actual shows to run and I had become an important member (no pun intended) of the stripping crew.

Second, it did create some jealousy within the team.

Some of the guys saw it as an unfair promotion. I had slept my way up the ladder…

Juicy (or Matthew, however you want to call him) was particularly bitter.

I did not get it at first but then, I understood that he was jealous that I had gotten in Artem’s bed and not him.

I mean, I was supposed to be straight while he was an openly gay man who had been working for months, if not for years, at the Rainbow.

Was I the one spending my time at Artem’s penthouse and dealing with the gay club’s finances when he was still shaking his bubble butt on the same stage?

We had a meaningless argument one night.

I was finding new ways to add an extra $3.000 in the cash register when Juicy heavily sighed next to me.

He was wearing a brown leather harness and a thong.

It looked like an elaborate version of an actual (and rather fancy) belt made to go over his smooth and lean chest. Pretty impressive outfit.

He looked very sexy and he had made ton of money that night.

No reason to be gloomy!

But lately, as soon as he got off stage, Juicy was either whining or just pouting in a corner.

I was getting tired of his attitude.

We had never been friends as I was with Manuel, Javier, Colin or even Will, but I thought we were getting along.

“What’s up with you, man?” I asked him, bluntly.

“What?”

“You’re always in such a mood lately, as if you’re mad at me or something. Just state your piece and we move on.”

He rolled his eyes in a super-annoying manner.

“I cannot really have a fight with my boss.”

“Your boss?” I was genuinely confused for a second. “Wait, do you think I’m your boss now?”

“Well, clearly, you’re no longer a stripper and you come to work wearing much fancier clothes.”

My suit was a gift from Artem… I had to admit, he had a point about me dressing well.

“First of all, you look rather fancy yourself. But in any case, you’re working for Lamar, and then, for Ferguson, not for me.”

“I work for Lamar, Ferguson and then, for Artem Kravchenko, so basically, you’re the big boss’ trophy wife! We cannot be friends anymore.”

I could not believe that one.

“Hey! Mind your word, man.”

“See. You don’t even own up to it.”

“To fucking what?”

I stood up.

I had worked on my impulsivity but I had my limits.

“You never were a stripper, Ryan. You were just a whore, sleeping with the boss so you could kick your feet up and enjoy the rest of your life without putting the actual work.”

I almost punched the guy but I collected myself.

There was no need to create more problems for myself.

“Think what you want, man, but I’m working here so you’ll have to put up with me. Okay?”

“I guess.”

He turned around and I glanced at his ass in the harness.

That moron did look great. Blessed be his juicy bum because he was otherwise an idiot.

But this is not the point of this anecdote.

See, the real issue occurred the following evening.

When I arrived at work, everyone was making a face as if someone had died. Even Will was not so joyful and cool.

“What’s happening, guys?”

“Juicy is in Ferguson’s office.” The former homeless man told me.

“About what?”

“He’s getting fired.” Manuel explained.

He was not kidding.

“Why?”

“Are you serious, bro? You don’t know why?”

"I..."

"Can't you have a guess?" Javier added.

They all looked at me like I was an alien. I was definitely no longer part of the stripping crew.

And then, I remembered I had mentioned my fight with Juicy to Artem. I swear, I had just casually talked about it while we were having breakfast that morning.

For me, it was not that big of a deal.

“Fuck!” I grunted.

“Here he goes, now he gets it.” Manuel smirked.

“I… I didn’t ask for this… That’s just ridiculous.”

“What happened?” Lamar asked. “Why am I losing another one of my boys? One of my best!”

“Hey! I’m right here!” Manuel intervened, flexing his biceps.

The sight was quite humorous despite the situation since he was pumping his massive Latino cock at the same time.

“Shut up, now it’s not the time Big M…”

“Nothing happened.” I spoke. “We had a little word with Matthew last night, but it didn’t mean anything.”

“You reported to your boyfriend?” Lamar asked, crossing his arms.

“Reported? No… I… Fucking hell. I’m no snitch.”

And yet, I was. Over and over again.

Even when I did not intend to.

“Listen, I don’t actually care about how it happened but can you undo this?”

Lamar seemed really concerned.

“I don’t even know if I’m responsible, but…”

At the exact same time, Ferguson’s office door opened and Matthew came out. Defeated.

“Well, I’m screwed.” He announced.

“Dude! I… I never wanted this.” I told him immediately.

“Man… I really need that job… Why would you do that to me?”

I clenched my fist.

Why did my life always have to get so complicated?

“I didn’t ask for you to be fired! I swear.”

“Whether you wanted it or not, I’m done. Ferguson told me I’d better get a job somewhere else but the Kravchenkos own all the clubs in town… I’m so fucked.”

The guys started comforting him.

They were hating me.

“Gimme a minute.” I spoke.

Matthew hugged the other guys and I walked inside Ferguson’s office.

“Why the hell is Juicy getting fired?” I barked, sounding more aggressive than I wanted to.

Ferguson puffed.

I had walked in uninvited. A serious offense.

I found out later that he would never forgive me for it.

“Artem’s orders. What are you doing here?”

“That’s not fair. Matthew’s been, literally, working his butt off for this club for years. He cannot be dismissed like that.”

Ferguson was visibly furious.

He frowned but contained himself.

“What do you want me to do about it, boy?”

“Just call Juicy back in and tell him that he can work tonight.”

Ferguson laughed.

He was obviously just mocking me.

“Of course, sir. Does it mean I’m your obedient employee, now? Should I do everything you tell me to do?”

“Cut it off, that’s not what it is about…”

“No, I’ll do it. Right now. I’ll do what you say… Wait… Just one thing. Remind me of how much you’re paying me?”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not paying you.”

I was controlling my nerves too. I did not add “asshole” at the end of this sentence.

“Oh… So, I’m just your slave? Working for free? Your sexual slave maybe? You seem to like playing with other men… I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Come on, can we just have a serious talk?”

He put his heads behind his hands and continued his pathetic skit.

“What do I have to do now to please you, Master?”

Ferguson was too old, too ugly, too fat and too vile to play these kinds of games.

I ignored him and I walked out.

“Let me just call Artem.”

“Do that, little boy, do that!” Ferguson kept mocking me as I left.

Once I was outside the club, on the phone with my boyfriend, the issue was settled in less than a minute.

Artem told me that he had taken this decision for me and I told him that he better undo it if he did not want me sleep at my place, by myself, the following night.

The fear of being deprived from eating my asshole and tasting my dick got Artem to act swiftly.

Juicy was immediately reinstated.

The crisis was adverted.

That was fucking odd because it did demonstrate the influence that I had on Artem to everyone, but at the very least, nobody got fired.

From this point on though, there was no doubt Ferguson hated me with all his guts.

Fortunately for the both of us, and maybe following this very incident, I was quickly assigned to another task.

Brosky came to see me at the club on a Thursday night.

“Starting tomorrow, you’re joining the guys at Floresville.” He announced.

“Floresville? What am I going to do there?”

“The usual. You’ll follow the instructions and you won’t ask questions. The less you know, the better off you are.”

He handed me a piece of paper with an address.

“What should I be expecting though?”

“Have you ever worked as a mover?”

“Huh… No… I don’t think so.”

Brosky felt up my arms.

“Well, you seem big enough to move stuff around. This is what you should expect. Be at that address tomorrow at 8 a.m., sharp. Understood?”

“Yes. That’s clear.”

Thanks to my cop’s background, I knew how to follow orders without asking questions.

He fetched a brown envelop from his back pocket.

“And here you go, your payment for the last eight days working for us.”

I opened it in front of Brosky.

There were at least a dozen five-hundred dollars bills. That was a lot.

“Wow… Thank you.”

“Andriy Kravchenko is a generous man.” He stared at me intensely. “Never forget that, Smith.”

“I… I won’t.”