Big Booty Bitches Ch. 30

"Ohhhhh, man. You really are the fucking best, that's the absolute truth."

Carlos' words rang loud and clear to Nancy's ears as she sat on her knees, watching in shock as Vida slid that cock back into her mouth and began to suck on it once more. From that moment, it was clear to Nancy that she wouldn't be able to compete with this other woman. It wasn't worth going toe to toe with Vida, as Nancy now realized that Carlos was replacing her and Jocelyn both as his right hand whore. This horrible truth had quite the sting, as Nancy only tolerated Carlos' abusive side just for the hope of an easy living with his money. At this rate, she was beginning to realize that she was better off escorting again. She didn't know who Vida was, but it was clear to her eyes that she wouldn't be able to compete with this woman over him. Swallowing her breath, Nancy let out a sigh as she still watched Vida from the floor. She thought to herself about Carlos' other whore Jocelyn. It would be a rude awakening for the other woman to know that she wouldn't be able to compare to Vida either.

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3 HOURS LATER

Wind shook the palm tress from outside the tall white buildings of Mercy Hospital. The sky had faded into a vortex of pink hue with clouds crossing over as the night hours would soon be coming through to wrap up the day. Staying true to his word, Steven had went to the hospital to visit the victim of Jacob's criminal assault charges. The incident had become a top local news story circulating around the Miami Hurricanes football players who were involved in the charges. The victim was an older man by the name of Robert Jones, said to be at sixty-two years old. Outside in the lobby room, Maria sat alone with her legs crossed in her yellow skirt. Her long golden hair was fixed up, parted down the middle and waving over her shoulders. A black leather belt was buckled around her waist while her feet were pushed down into a pair of yellow matching heels. It was a surprise to Steven that she would want to come along with him. Maria had even offered to drive him to meet with the Jones family as he tried to do what he believed to be the right thing with offering to pay for the old man's medical bills.

There was a reason Maria had chosen to accompany Steven to the hospital. With last night's turning events, she felt he needed someone to talk to whom had went through similar headaches. Maria's own brother was a criminal whom found himself locked up after a charge for trafficking narcotics. Steven's erratic behavior last night over his son's actions had brought back memories she had of her parents dealing with her brother's criminal problems. Before she had left Baltimore, she had also had to deal with the headaches he caused that ended up leading to his long prison term. Since she had taken the job at the club working in the offices, Maria always felt closer to Steven than anyone else in the office. He looked out for her, almost like a father figure and now she felt it was time to repay him. While she waited for him to return in the lobby, she flipped through the pages of a health magazine that sat on the glass table near the chairs. Steven had been gone for over an hour before his figure was seen visibly walking the hall, brushing past a nurse. Maria looked up to see him, dropping the magazine before speaking to him.

"Hey, how did it go? Did you talk to the family?"

A blank expression was visible across Steven's face. He stepped around to where Maria was seated in a chair before he replied back to her words.

"Yeah, I talked to them. I think they would've appreciated it more had Jacob came and apologized for his actions instead of me being here. I told them to forward any medical bills to me."

"Are they going to let you pay them?"

"Yes, but they had to be talked into it. They didn't want to cause the old man's got insurance and he's covered. I don't think they understood that this is just something I wanted to do, cause I feel awful about the whole thing."

"Well, I think Jacob should be the one to pay for them, not you. After all, he's the who caused this mess to begin with."

Steven sighed. Maria's words echoed his original plan. He had all intentions of forcing Jacob into paying the medical bills himself to try and teach his son a lesson, but after their confrontation last night, he decided against it. He had failed him as a father and the realization was simply enough for Steven to realize there was nothing left to try and correct his son's behavior. Not wanting to think longer on it, he looked back at Maria and spoke.

"Yeah, I wish that was the case but there isn't any sense in dwelling on it, I suppose. Come on, let's get outta here and go back to the club."

Rising up from her chair, Maria stepped around beside him as they both began to leave the lobby of the hospital building. There was a long hall extending to the main lobby and entrance. While they walked together, Maria felt it was time to open up to him about why she had wanted to come along with him. The more she thought about his son Jacob, the memories of her brother burned through her mind.

"You know, I wanted to come with you for a reason tonight, Steven."

He stopped walking and turned to look at Maria, raising his eyebrow before he spoke back to her.

"I figured there had to be a reason. I didn't want you to ask you, but I knew you weren't just coming along for nothing."

Maria glanced down at the white floor beneath them before she gazed back up at Steven. She tried to smile, but only ended up sighing before she carried on speaking.

"Your son reminds me of someone who is very dear to me. The way you were acting last night, I can't blame you for that. I've been there before where I get so mad over someone, I can't control myself."

Her confession was quite the surprise to Steven. From his initial thought, he figured Maria had to be referring to a boyfriend or a lover from the past. A nurse walked by in the hallway while he replied to her.

"That's quite the surprise. You have a boyfriend I didn't know about, Maria?"

She shook her head.

"No. I have an older brother like that."

Steven raised his eyebrow while looking back at Maria. She swallowed her breath and continued.

"My brother was always a wild child when I was young, my parents could never do anything with him. No amount of time in juvenile jails could really fix him. When I got older, he became my problem and I had to deal with him like my parents did. I know how you felt last night, cause it's happened to me before."

Letting out another sigh, she turned her head from him. All the frustrating memories of her final months back home in Baltimore had come rushing through her mind. Steven moved his hand over her shoulder.

"Come on, let's get outta here and you can finish telling me."

He didn't want their conversation to be overheard by strangers. With his hand on her shoulder, Steven quietly walked her out of the hall and back to the main lobby of the hospital. Once they had stepped out of the sliding doors, the cool breeze of the evening was felt with the wind forcing Maria's long blonde hair to wave. She turned and looked back at Steven as they walked down the steps. He removed his hand from her shoulder and brought the conversation back into play.

"Where's your brother now?"

"In jail, he won't be getting out for a long time."

She sighed, glancing her eyes around as she and Steven stood at the steps leading into the front doors of the white hospital building. The wind blew her hair into her face while she spoke to Steven again.

"Charles was always obsessed with some sorta get rich quick scheme. We didn't have much growing up. Both of my parents worked jobs and didn't come home until sun down. My brother always stayed in trouble. At first, he wasn't that bad until he started messing with gangs."

"What did he go to jail for?"

"Drug trafficking and assault with a deadly weapon. He thought he could just make one deal and get rich. Ride off into the sunset and have enough money to send me to college and live like a royal prince."

Maria laughed, shaking her head.

"He was so naive. He never stopped to think about a plan B in case everything went wrong. If you ask me, I think Charles was used by whoever set him up in that gang. It happened a few years ago. Before his arrest, he put me on a plane for Miami with all the spare cash he had at the time."

"So that's how you ended up down here?"

She nodded her head and softly smiled. Steven let out a sigh while considering her story to him. He had never once thought about how Maria had ended up from Baltimore all the way down to Florida. In his mind, he always figured she was a college student looking for a job that would give her good pay to keep with the cost of living at a university. The story with her brother may have had similarities with his own son, but Steven couldn't help but think of someone else in his life. A certain someone who was always obsessed with getting rich quick and living like a king. The name of that someone was one he didn't want to think about. Maria continued on, speaking back to him.

"Seeing the way you reacted last night over your son reminded me of my parents. They used to have similar outbursts over my brother. I've been there before, I know how it feels when you try so hard and you can't stop someone from doing bad things. I thought Charles would grow up, I was a fool to believe he could change."

"I failed my boy, Maria. My son growing up to be a punk."

"My mother and father both felt that way about my brother. I still can remember them crying during sleepless nights. They both used to talk about how they failed raising him. My father thought we were cursed with bad luck."

Shaking his head, Steven sighed before he replied back to her.

"I don't know where I failed Jacob, but I know I did. I'm glad you came with me now and we had this talk. I guess I can relate to how your parents must've felt."

"Yes, this is why I wanted to come with you tonight. Ever since I met you and Tony a few years ago, you've always been something like a guardian looking out for me. In many ways, you remind me of my father."

Her words were enough to force a smile to move across his face. Though Steven had been distraught over his feelings of failure towards his son, Maria at least helped make him feel somewhat better. For as long as she had been working in the club, he felt that he could trust her over time. The feeling became mutual as Maria herself had trusted Steven over Tony, knowing that he would be there for her and to ensure safety at all times. The wind blew once more, raking Maria's long blonde hair across her face. She used her hand to sway it away from her view, looking back at Steven as he patted her on the shoulder.

"Thank you, I appreciate that. I'm glad you came along with me and we could have this conversation. Come on, we should get back to the club and enjoy our night."

"Yeah, let's get back there. I think I wouldn't mind listening to some loud dance music about now."

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1 DAY LATER

The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting it's rays of sunlight as usual with not a single cloud among the blue atmosphere. The parking lot to Disco Fever only contained three vehicles that were commonly seen on a daily basis. During the afternoon, the club doors remained open but the bar and dance floor were unoccupied. It was the time of day when the janitors did required routine maintenance to clean the club and when the managers were upstairs behind that white door with the gold knob in the V.I.P. halls. Today marked a special day for a meeting as Ramón pulled up his DeLorean car opposite side of where Steven's metallic blue Cadillac sat alone. Carlos grinned to himself when he learned that Steven would be inside the club for today's event. Though it took some effort to talk him into choosing this place for a meeting, Carlos feared nothing at this point. He had Vida to thank for giving him the confidence to give Steven a headache today.

A few minutes after the DeLorean's engine stopped in parking, another car pulled through the parking lot and moved into a stationary position. It was a black Lincoln car, pulling up in the corner where the large Disco Fever sign stood in the day time without any of it's neon lights activated. Miguel Salazar stepped out of his car wearing a blue suit with a white collared shirt underneath. His eyes were shielded by a pair of sunglasses that he slipped off while stepping towards the front doors of the club. In front of him, both Ramón and Carlos entered the club. Carlos wore a black pinstripe suit with a white undershirt. The first few buttons were undone to reveal his gold chains. Ramón decided to wear an almost matching white pinstripe suit but with a pink shirt beneath the buttoned up jacket. With no security outside, they entered the club without any cause of concern.

Upstairs beyond the white door leading to the V.I.P. halls, Steven sat in his office behind his desk. He had arrived at the club only a few hours ago and had yet to leave for his lunch break. Sean was down the hall in the lounge room enjoying a drink while Maria was outside the V.I.P. halls. Steven had given up his attempts to have Jennifer call him back, deciding that it was best to leave that failure behind and move on. Under his white blazer jacket, he wore a light blue shirt and the same white matching pants as usual. Over his desk, there was a bit of paper work involving the recent earnings of the club. Steven took the time to concentrate on reading over the numbers, just as long as he could keep Jennifer Lopez out of his mind. With 2 PM fast approaching over the clock, Steven glanced down at his gold watch to see that it was soon time for lunch break. Before he could rise up from his chair, a frantic knock was heard outside the closed door. Steven raised himself up and called out.

"Yes!?"

"Steven!"

The door came swinging open as Maria stepped through. A frightened look across her face had instantly alerted him that something was clearly wrong. She spoke directly to him.

"Three guys came in here and they're sitting down at a table off in the corner. I didn't know who they were until I had a look. It's Carlos and Ramón. I don't know who the other guy is. They've been here for about ten or fifteen minutes, I didn't know they were here until now."

Steven's eyes suddenly became enlarged as he began to step away from the desk.

"Carlos is here? Are you sure?"

Maria nodded her head while he moved to the doorway of his office. This was a most unexpected turn of events. Steven thought to himself while taking a deep breath. Simply thinking about Carlos was enough to make his blood begin boiling. After a moment, he looked back at Maria after making his mind up.

"Get Sean and the security guys we have down the hall. I'm gonna handle this, but I want them down there with me just in case."

"Alright, I'm on it!"

She ran off, her heels stomping loudly over the floor. It had been over a year since Steven was last face to face with his cousin Carlos. The memories of that night in the Berserker club rang through his mind. He had left Carlos bloody and bruised after a beating in the bathroom. Never did he think Carlos would gain the courage to show his face around here again after the beating Steven had given him. It didn't matter to him that they were cousins. While Tony may have been one to forgive and look out for family, Steven didn't share the same beliefs as his older brother. Carlos was a fuck up, one who would've been better off rotting in a jail cell if not for Tony's generosity. Steven didn't care that this was a family member to him. Family wasn't about blood lines, at least not to him. The thought of seeing Ramón again was completely forgotten in Steven's brooding anger for Carlos.

After opening the white door, Steven stomped up the rail of the club and glanced down. Sure enough, Maria had given him correct information. He was quick to identify Carlos, Ramón and a mystery man all seated together having some sort of discussion. The security guards had not made their exit from the door yet, but Steven wasn't afraid of facing Carlos by himself. While making his way down the staircase, he questioned this appearance to himself. Why would Carlos come back here? It wasn't something he planned to ask him in the following moments, as all Steven wanted was to cleanse this scum from the walls of his club. As he drew closer towards the table, Steven had caught eye of Ramón glancing over to him with a surprised look. This was the first time in almost a year since Steven had seen Ramón, but his eyes weren't focused on the cousin he held dear. Ramón was seated in the middle of the table while Carlos and the mystery man were to the left and right side. When Steven stopped, Carlos finally glanced over his way and flashed a sinister grin towards his older cousin.

"Oh hey, Steven. Long time no see, huh?"

Carlos laughed after speaking. He then turned his head to look at the other man and spoke again.

"Miguel, this is my cousin Steven Diaz. You ever heard of him before? He used to be big time, that's what people say."

Ignoring the other man's eyes looking at him, Steven fixed his view solely on Carlos' face as he glared at him. Only now did he witness the scar across one side of his face from that night in the club when he had beaten him. Across at the table, Ramón sat with a mixed look of nervousness and fear across his face. Steven spoke directly to Carlos.

"I'm not here for a social chat. You've got one minute to get your sorry ass up and get outta my fucking club or-"

"Or what?"

Carlos grinned after cutting Steven off in speech. Such an act had made Steven become more enraged as he wanted to grab Carlos and start beating him senseless at this very second. Ramón swallowed his breath and finally spoke out, trying to calm the situation.

"Hey, hey! Can you guys stop, please? I...I don't think we should be hurting each other. Steven, it's so good to see you. It's been a long time, I've missed talking with you."

Despite hearing his other cousin's voice, Steven didn't look away from Carlos as he starred at him. He was waiting on Carlos to make a move that would justify a violent reaction towards his scum bag of a cousin. In the distance, Sean came hurrying down the set of stairs with two bodyguards behind him. Miguel Salazar noticed the company following and spoke up, trying to avoid a conflict under peaceful measures.

"Gentlemen, I think we'd be best to leave. We can discuss the rest of our arrangement outside."

Carlos glanced away from Steven and then spoke back to the other man.

"Yeah, I guess we should..."

Turning to glance at the other man, Steven nodded at him.

"Get the fuck outta my club."

Soon Sean approached the table, wearing his boxy double breasted grey jacket and matching pants with a blue shirt underneath. Carlos and Miguel got up, as Sean and the other two bodyguards simply pointed in direction of the door for them to leave. Ramón remained seated at the table before getting up and approaching Steven while the other two men left the club. Getting up, Ramón patted Steven's shoulder and smiled at him.

"Hey hermano, it's been a long time."

Finally, Steven shifted his gaze back to Ramón. He offered him a smile and patted his shoulder in return.

"Hey, it's been a while. How are you holding up these days?"

"I'm doing alright. Look Steven, I didn't want Carlos to come here for his meeting. I didn't want us to meet agian like this on bad terms."

The first thing Steven had noticed about Ramón was a drastic change in clothes. The suit and the gold jewelry was enough to tell him that he had taken an influence from his brother. This wasn't the same man he knew as his cousin from what seemed like a lifetime ago. Ramón had changed and it was obvious that he took influence from his brother Carlos.