Spade had just stopped his car in front of the club, he got out, looking Sharp and ready for business, before taking long strides towards the entrance of the building.

The men on the entrance gave him a Curt nod before holding the door open for him, he walked inside, hit with loud music his eyes darted round the dimly lit room with neon lights room, and he let out a deep breath.

Stopping just at the bar counter with his eyes, he narrowed them at the figure perched there, holding a brown envelope in his hands, more like clutching it like his life depended on it. He kept moving his head from left to right as if searching for someone, his whole posture was tense and he looked nervous.

Spade would recognize that hair anywhere, even in the midst of a million people. What the hell is he doing here? With the envelope in his hands, he already knew the answer to that.

He could easily just pretend not to see him and just walk away but something was itching him to go over there, have a closer look

His eyes sweeped through the room one more time, hoping to find Matteo but it came back futile, why didn't he inform him that the kid would be here tonight?

He clenched his jaw and started walking towards the VIP boot, that was the direction to his office, he was gonna ignore him, pretend like he didn't see him at all.

If only it were that easy, he found himself changing direction and heading towards the bar, he cussed out at his own foolishness.

He stopped at the counter, just a few feet away from the brown haired young man on his right hand side, Nate still hadn't noticed him, seemingly lost in thought, while nervously looking around the whole room.

He licked his lips "waiting for someone"? His deep voice reached Nate's ears and he turned around, shutting his eyes at the person beside him

He'd been trying to avoid him all night but luck wasn't on his side. The person he met here just left minutes ago after giving him the brown envelope which he clutched tightly in his hands, he just wanted to stay a few minutes before leaving and now Spade was standing just beside him, asking questions.

He sighed out before looking away "no" he muttered with a one word reply.

"Running daddy's errands" he taunted his tone sounding like a mockery of some sort. Nate just remained silent as he looked in front of him at the bartender who served drinks to others standing on the other side of the counter. "That's right, you're doing daddy's little dirty work" he mocked, making Nate to clench his jaw and shut his eyes, he could feel the taunt and mockery in Spade's voice, riling him up the more.

Spade was watching him, baiting him with his words. He noticed the way his fingers tightly gripped the brown envelope with him, and the way the muscle in his jaw tightened as he clenched them

"Daddy asked you not to spill his secret"? He asked, his face already forming a smirk, he knew his words were getting to Nate and it was fueling his desires to rile the young man up the more

Nate grounded his teeth as he tried to keep himself from talking back, Spade could very well kill him here and nothing would happen, maybe this is some kind of plan by Spade, something to get rid of him.

"Daddy's Little chew toy, aren't you" he taunted the more and this time it cut deep into Nate's soul and heart, he could feel the heavy lump in his throat, as if he was being choked, by Spade's words. He couldn't breathe.

"What happened to me staying out of your way else you'd kill me"? He snapped looking at Spade, seeing the smirk on his face, he knew Spade was baiting him, and he'd just fallen into his trap Spade shrugged before signalling the girl at the counter with his fingers.

"Seeing as you're the one loitering around in my club, that doesn't exactly spell staying out of my way" he muttered cocking his brows, Nate just sighed out and looked in front of him

"It's a club, people are allowed here" he muttered looking around as if to tell Spade there were worse people here than him, he didn't even know why he was suddenly being bold tonight, especially in front of someone like Spade, this place was crawling with dangerous men, most of them loyal to Spade, he didn't even stand a chance here and he was running his mouth.

Spade narrowed his eyes at him "You're right, but it's not for people like you" he muttered looking him over, with his blue suit, no tie, first button undone, his hair barely combed and his lips slightly parted "Look around you Miller, this place is filled with dangerous men, some worse than others, I didn't peg you as someone who would come to a club like this, especially a club like this" he muttered making Nate to swallow hard, there was a way Spade said his last name that always sent shivers down his spine, cold and chilling shivers. Nate just looked away from his piercing grey eyes.

"So I'm gonna ask you again" he muttered moving two steps closer to Nate before whispering dangerously low, his husky voice vibrating and giving Nate more chills "what are you doing here Miller"? He asked, Nate sighed and kissed his teeth before pushing the chair he sat back making a loud scraping sound and getting up.

He didn't spare Spade another look, not because he wanted to piss him off, but because he was scared he'd turn into a puddle of mess if he looked into those brooding eyes one more time, given the small distance between them. He turned around about to walk out of there when he felt a tight grip on his arm stopping him, he flinched and looked at the hand holding him from moving

Spade's hold was firm on Nate's hand, as his eyes held nothing but rage and pure anger, making the grey darker almost brownish in color

Nate swallowed clenching his jaw. Someone else in the shadow was watching their little exchange, he didn't like where this was going at all.

The blonde dropped his drink on the table and watched as Spade's grip on Nate tighten, he was curious as to what they had been talking about that could lead to Spade getting physical with the kid.

Spade leaned forward towards Nate ears, he could smell the alcohol on Spade's breath mixed with the scent of his cologne. The space between them wasn't much and it made him hot. "I warned you to stay out of my way, else I'd kill you" he muttered "and then I find you in my club doing business, business you don't want me to know about" he paused, savouring in the scent of Nate's aftershave, it smelled like wood, new expensive woods they use in making furniture. "For your sake, I hope whatever business you're carrying out on behalf of your father has nothing to do with double crossing me" he muttered before leaning away.

Making sure his eyes were set on Nate's brown eyes, there was fear in them, uncertainty and a little bit of anger.

Spade's lips tilted in a smirk and he spoke "I'm so going to enjoy killing you" he muttered and Nate just looked at him with spite and anger before forcefully pulling his arm away and walking out of the club

Spade watched him walk out of the club, leaving behind an aura of anger, fear, despise and maybe a little sadness in his wake. He shoved his hands into his pocket as he turned around and pulled the glass with whiskey and drank it all in one go, feeling the burn in his chest.

He felt a presence beside him, he didn't need to look to know who it was, he let out a deep breath. "Why didn't you tell me he was coming here tonight"? He asked and the blonde sighed out, looking at Spade.

"I didn't know either, until the last minute, so I just followed him instead" he muttered, Spade scratched his beards as he poured another drink for himself. "What happened back there"? Matteo asked watching as Spade poured the whole glass of whiskey into his mouth and swallowed

"Greg's up to something, I need you to find out what, who did he meet"? He asked looking at Matteo momentarily

"Van Horne" Matteo muttered and Spade just turned to look at him, scrunching his brows

"What did he want"? He asked and Matteo just shrugged

"I don't know, I couldn't hear them from where I sat, but I could see they did some kind of exchange before he left" he muttered looking at Spade.

Spade turned around and faced the dancefloor, there was still loud music playing and people oblivious to the drama going on since.

His eyes narrowed on the door, the same door Nate just walked out of. He sighed out thinking long, what did Nate want with Van Horne? Van Horne, another very dangerous person in the underworld. Very cunning, two faced and untrustworthy.

Spade had never liked him, not once since he became Don There was just something about him that Spade hated so much. He always had a smirk on like he knew something everyone else didn't. You could never find him with a frown on, even when he's pissed, he still had that stupid smirk on.

Van Horne didn't do business like other made men, he didn't deal on drugs, or human trafficking, so he worked closely with the police just as much as he worked closely with men from the underworld.

He deals with only one thing and one thing alone. Arms. Van Horne was an arms dealer, guns, ammunition, grenades, you name it. When it comes to weaponery, Van Horne is your go to person. He had it all.

So it leaves Spade with one question, what is Nate looking for with Van Horne?

"Should I follow him"? Matteo asked and Spade to Matteo's surprise, shook his head.

"No, leave him to me, I want you to tail Van Horne, keep an eye on him and report back to me, I want to know what he wants with Nathan Miller" he muttered before pushing his back off the counter and walking away, leaving Matteo there.

This was gonna be a hard one Keeping an eye on Van Horne, but not impossible. Even the most dangerous of men could be spied on.

He knew Spade hated Van Horne, it has always been like that. Spade barely liked anyone but the despise he held for Van Horne was kind of worse than others.

And now this Miller kid was threading dangerous paths. He really hoped the guy would turn out clean from all the time he spent watching him, but he was wrong.

He seemed like a nice person, from the two close contact Matteo had with him, he could tell he was nice and down to earth. But Van Horne, that's just plain stupid.

Spade watching the kid was not gonna end well, especially after watching their little exchange this evening.

He pushed himself off the counter, shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked around the club before smacking his lips together.

He better get to work on the Van Horne thing.

Okay I'm liking this book 😁😁