Chapter 43: chapter 43

Jeremy's POV------------------The red door of the 'Antique bar' look still yet dangerous on the other side of the road, like a silent beast ready to swallow anyone that comes near it. People are going in and whoever comes out is not in their right mind, Intoxicated to their core. It's been one hour since I'm here on my bike, waiting for that one person to enter through that red door. Five chewing gum went into my mouth already. I take out the piece of paper Pavel has given me to check the location again and I haven't got it wrong. Is he not coming today? As I decide to wait for another hour, my thought drifts toward Zeco. He was still asleep when I left the room. I wonder what his reaction would be once he finds himself in my room. Maybe, he would get angry by himself. Or maybe he would remember the things he said to me and be embarrassed. I shake my head, telling myself to focus on my thing at this moment. I spit out the last chewing gum and keep my eyes fixated on that red door.Thirty minutes later, a red Lamborghini stops in front of the Antique bar. I straighten myself and sure enough, the lean figure I've been waiting for gets out. He isn't alone. I watch him talk to the driver and then a few seconds later, the Lamborghini drives away leaving him alone. I let out a sigh of relief.Then he enters the bar.I get off my bike before crossing the road, heading straight to the red door. But our big guy in a black uniform and sunglass at the second door stops me. "Minors are not allowed," he says in a grim voice, ready to throw me out. I roll my eyes."I know I look like a teenager but trust me I'm 24!" I say, flashing my driver's license in front of his face. He snatches it away from my hand and stares at it."Get in," he says with that same tone while opening the door. I take my id back before stepping inside the chaotic paradise, immediately engulfed by the symphony of sound and colour. The neon lights flash across the wall and the ceilings in vibrant hues.Blue. Purple. Red.I walk through the sweaty bodies swaying and grooving to the wild beat, the flickering strobe lights casting brief snapshots of their faces deeply indulging in their own world.I walk further and see him sitting alone in the lounge in the corner with a glass in his hand. "Give me what's best," I say to the bartender. "Make it two," "Sure, beautiful" the bartender replies, winking at me. I wink back at him.One minute later, he gives me two glasses containing sparkling red liquid."The best for the best," "Made by the best!" I flirt back and wave him bye before making my way toward my target person. Ron Wood.He lifts his eyes to look at me and then moves to the side before looking at his phone but I sit in the opposite seat and smoothly push one glass toward him. He pauses and gives me a confusing look.I smile and raise my glass at him."What's the occasion?" He asks with a smirk."Just trying to be friendly," I say.He looks at me from head to toe before leaning back."I'm not into Guys," I laugh."I'm not into you too," "Then? I don't see any reason why you would approach me out of nowhere" Bastard."I want to know about the old man Jackson Smile."Ron's face changes colour and he instantly reaches for my neck, pressing me against the couch."Who sent you?" He growls.I raise my hands."L-listen to me," I choke out.He angrily tosses me and moves to sit in his place again.Fuck. If I didn't need information from him, I would've broken his jaw with a kick."I'm just a normal person thinking of working for Mr Smile. I heard you were his former assistant. So, I thought I would seek advice from you. You don't have to be so furious unless you're running away from him" I say.His eyebrows twitch in irritation."Shut up!" He barks at me and gulps down the alcohol."I'm not here to argue with you,""I've nothing to tell you, go away" he says throwing his hand in the air."I heard he has a taste in boys-""I said go away," he yells at me suddenly. "I don't want to talk about anything related to that old fucking blotted man" Ok. So much hatred. Did he get violated by that old man? Whatever it's not my business and my business is not progressing here. Did I fail already?"Can you at least tell me where to meet him?" I ask only to receive a hateful glare.Fine.I turn to leave but then he speaks."He mostly spends his time in auction houses" I smile. Maybe I succeeded. I come out of the bar and breathe in the fresh air. One more thing to do now. But for now, I just want to go home.So, I walk across the road to where my bike is parked. I wear my helmet and start the bike before driving home. It's already 10 pm when I reach home. The living room is dark. So, I switch the lights on and enter the kitchen and see Mr Bennet preparing dinner."Are you alone Mr Bennet?" I ask, opening the fridge and taking out a water bottle."Yup, all of them are on leave" he replies."Do you want me to hire temporary staff for you?" I ask again, jumping to sit on the counter. He shakes his head."I'm fine. Besides, most of them will come back tomorrow," "I never saw you taking leave Mr Bennet. Why?"He laughs and pats my shoulder."I love working here and feeding you all," I smile and drink the water. Mr Bennet has been cooking for us as long as I can remember. He is a part of the family and I cannot imagine the kitchen without him."Mr Bennet!" I quickly jump down the counter as soon as I hear Zeco's voice. He walks into the kitchen."Mr Ben-" he stops mid-sentence as he sees me, startled. "You came back?" He asks as if he cannot believe his eyes.I shrug."Is there a problem?"He shakes his head and takes the water bottle from me. "I just thought you wouldn't come back"