The lights in the private room were slightly dim, struggling to pierce through a thick , suffocating haze of cigarettes smoke . To the men inside, the fog was a luxury. But to Riley , it was poison _ that made his lungs burn ,raw with every breath he took . He hated the burning smell of cigarettes.
Unrestrained laughter ecohoed in the room like a broken record. Everyone was eager for a good show.
He pushed past a man who refused to move until Riley hoisted the wine bottle as an armor. As he reached the center of room the scene laid out in a sharp ugly detail.
Rider was sprawled on a leather sofa like a king on the throne of filth ,holding his two concubines. His red printed shirt was unbuttoned, golden chain were dangling against his chest , and his eyes held a predatory glint . He looked exactly like what he was : a boy born into money who had never been told no.
Two women were draped on his both side, faces covered in thick make-up , wearing short dresses that bearly reached their thighs. Chest pressed against Rider arm.One was holding a cigarette for him while the other was filling his glass continuously.
On the floor the situation was worse. Two of Rider's "minions"were pining Amy down. Large hands pressed on her shoulder, a hand would wander downward from time to time. Riley could see her broken sob shaking her small frame ,her face wet with tears.
Beside her stood a boy in black shirt, his head hung low. Only soft brown hair were visible.
Riley placed the bottle on the table with a soft click. He saw Amy's pleading eyes and felt his stomach turn.
He knew Rider's history _ how he'd been hunting any women or men, who would suit his taste whenever he step foot into the club. Mostly would give in for money.
Amy was a new recruit, who had caught Rider eyes recently. He had been trying to buy her. But she was a rare exception .Today it seemed Rider was tired of asking.
" Sir " Riley said , forcing his voice into a polite mold. " Amy is needed downstairs. The manager is looking for him. Release her. " , he said with restrained voice.
" Sir, Amy is needed downstairs. The manager is looking for her. Please release her!." , Riley asked politely to Rider.
Rider didn't even look at Riley, he took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of gray smoke in the air" And what if I don't?" ,he said arrogantly.
" Pretty boy , I am done waiting. If you are not going to drink, then I have to make do with her. " ,he said while pointing a lazy finger at Amy . But his eyes were still on the boy filled with clear lust.
Amy desperately shook his head . " No ! Don't." , she screamed .
Rider stood up from the sofa and move closer towards the boy.
When Rider reached a hand towards the boy, Riley's body moved before his mind could catch up. The 'contained' Riley Blake vanished . His hand shot forward, and punched Rider squarely in the face.
The sound was a sickening thud. Rider staggered back , blood blooming from his nose and staining his teeth.
The room went dead silent.
Rider touched his face, staring at the red on his fingertips in total shock before lashing out in anger. " You dare hit me !?" He roared .
He surged upward , fist cocked back to punch Riley .
But a shrill , mocking laugh rang out.
Rider stopped in his step.
The boy finally moved . He lifted his head . His eyes held a murderous glint.
" Yes , he hit you. Why are you asking? You fool!" He said with chilling calm.
He moved with a terrifying speed that made Riley's head spin and also landed a solid punch on Rider face.
Rider stagger and fell onto the table , scattering everything on the floor.
" Now , I have too. " Said the boy in mocking tone .
Two guys picked Rider up , each holding his shoulder. Rider was seething with anger, " You! ....You just wait . Grab them. You morons ". He shouted towards other.
Hearing this Riley punched him again on the face just to shut him up. He couldn't hear his nonsense anymore
"Do you even know who my father is?" Rider screamed, clutching his side after a lightning-fast punch from the boy. "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
The boy let out a cold, airy laugh. "Why? Don't you know who your father is? Maybe you should see a psychiatrist and get that checked," he said, tapping his temple.
Rider's face already coverd in bruises, twisted more in anger veins popped out in his forehead . " Kill them !." He roared.
Then chaos erupted.
As the minions swarmed, Riley didn't hesitate. He threw punches and kick at anyone who came his way. If he was going to get beaten, it wouldn't be quietly.
The brown-haired boy was a blur of deadly precision. Whoever stepped forward was wiped out with a single, efficient strike.
The boy reached out and grabbed the wine bottle Riley had placed on the table.
The boy passed a small , fleeting smile to Riley .
" I will pay for this." He promised.
The smile vanished , as quickly as it had come. The boy turned and walked toward Rider , and smashed the bottle on his head.
A loud sickening " Crack "was heard followed by errie silence.
Rider wore a stunned expression, eyes wide both in shock and pain. His face contorted in agony. Blood seeped out from his forehead, mixing with wine and giving him an ominous look.
All of this happen in few seconds.
The remaining men stopped moving, there eyes open wide in fear.
The boy gripped Rider his collar , hoisting him up with terrifying ease , despite being shorter of the two.
He pressed the jagged edges of the bottle against Rider throat.
"Now," the boy asked with a sweet, terrifying smile. "Are you done yet ? Or do you want it to go through your skull?"
Riley stood in the center of the wreckage, his hands shaking. It wasn't fear of the violence. It was the sudden, dangerous thought that for the first time in his life, he was looking at someone who truly didn't care about the consequences.