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The third point of view:

Fernandez's face was as dark as shit as he entered the club. Everything had not gone the way he planned: not only had Miguel failed to end that miserable gangster called Emerald, but he had also endangered Cecil's life as well. He was fucking pissed off at the thought of what he would have lost - Cecil and his son, Pedro.

Miguel had gone contrary to their arrangement; the deal had been to end Emerald, not Cecil nor Pedro. But then, Fernandez heard about the accident, Miguel didn't care for the safety of both parties - Cecil and Pedro. In fact, Fernadez was sure Miguel planned to kill them behind his back - if he had been successful. What a backstabber.

This was why he came to this club tonight to blow off some steam. It seems that bad luck seems to follow him in a streak lately.

As if it wasn't that he almost sacrificed Cecil and Pedro, his cheat of a wife he kept at home announced that she was having a baby for him. Who was she kidding? That child she had in her womb couldn't be his, who knew what bastard impregnated her this time?

Moreover, even if the child was his, he bet it was going to be a girl. The girl child? A gender that had no use except for fucking. And that was what he was going to get tonight. It wasn't hard to find those sluts who would do anything for the money. This was his usual club and it gave him what he wanted.

A club designed specifically for the rich and seekers of hedonistic pleasure, it had a pleasing and perfect atmosphere with a big dance floor that featured hookers in sexy attires and flashing what their momma gave them in the most lascivious way possible - all for the money. The money he had. With a playful and sexy lightning ambiance, the club had cozy lounges with VIP tables, couches, and a circular bar for drinks all night.

"What are we having tonight?" asked one of his friends he had brought along tonight.

As they said, birds of a feather flock together. Both men with Fernandez were no different in attitude and dealings, hence the reason they had clicked in the first place.

"Just get any bitch that catches your fancy," Fernandez grumbled, irritably. He wasn't in the mood for discussion now, he just needed enough pleasure to forget his problems - he would be magnanimous to any bitch that does him the favor tonight.

Their reserved seat was by the balcony which gave them the perfect view of what was going on down the main hall. As they were regulars, their favorite stewardess didn't hesitate to attend to them - and of course, prepare the girls as well.

In no time, both of his friends had women entertaining them but Fernandez surprisingly couldn't find his taste. Don't get him wrong, the women were good but he loved the sluts with a bit of innocence in them - reminds him of Cecil.

Cecil had been young and innocent when he first had her. The memory was quite vivid in his head; he never forgot. As expected of virgins, she had been shy and very much brought her to ecstasy without much effort - it was no wonder she fell for him.

He was the first person to teach her the pleasures one could get with the body, so how dare she use that skill on Emerald - he didn't need to guess if they were sleeping together, it was quite obvious. He was the one she was supposed to adore, she was supposed to be with him, Cecil and Pedro were his! Fernandez's face burned with fury and his hands dug into the armrest of his couch.

"Dude, what's wrong with you? You look like you want to wolf out or something," one of his friends joked.

"Mind your business!" He glared at him.

"Chill," The man held up his hand in an innocent gesture, "It's just a comment,"

"Keep that comment to yourself!"

"Sir!"

"Get away!" he snapped at the stewardess who had returned once more.

"Sir, it's about your -"

Fernandez glared at her but understood what she was about to say immediately. Although it wasn't all the time, sometimes the club had some special arrangements for him. Since he was a VVIP customer, his special needs were always met.

"Where is she?" he grumbled, glancing at her sternly.

With a polite smile, the woman turned around and gestured to a girl who stepped out from the corner into view.

At first, Fernandez wasn't quite interested, knowing she would be no different than the rest of the women he's encountered tonight. However, when his gaze caught her baby face and the nervousness in her eyes, his lips kinked to the side - this was the one he wanted.

He bet this was the first time she was attempting such a bold move and it made his blood throb with anticipation. Most of the innocent girls brought to him always sleep with him for money - they were desperately in need of cash - and this one was probably the same.

"Here, say hi to Fernandez," the stewardess introduced the girl to him.

"Hi, Sir Fernandez, I'm lily," she thrust her hand for a handshake.

He smirked, "You don't need to call me Sir," He took her hand and kissed the top of it seductively while holding her gaze, "Just call me, Fernandez,"

The girl was nervous even though she had an expressionless face, but Fernandez couldn't help but feel she looked familiar. He tried remembering, yet when he couldn't come up with anything, he waved the thought away. He was here to get pleasure, not stress his brain thinking.

As soon as the stewardess left, Lily walked around to him, and just when she was about to sit on his laps as the other girl did with his friends, Fernandez said, "Get on your knees,"

"What?" the girl's brows furrowed.

"Give me a blow job," He ordered and everyone around him froze, except his friends who already knew his tendencies.

"B-blow job? Right now? H-here?" she choked, looking around questioningly.

"You don't want to do it? Then you can take your leave,"