CHAPTER XIV - Royal Flush

“I have to admit,” Mick Fisher started, his hands landing on the backrest of an armchair. “For a bunch of teenagers, you all had a good plan. Put someone to sound out possible buyers in the poker tournament, scatter pretty girls around to see if a horny old man let something slip…, I’m truly impressed.”

“You have something that’s ours!” Heather glared at the man. “Give it back!”

Mick chuckled, his gaze briefly taking the deep, creamy cleavage the teen girl was displaying. “I have no idea how you all found out about this, but it doesn’t matter,” he said. “The way I see it, though, it belongs to your parents, not you.”

“It’s the same thing,” Victoria quietly said from her spot on the far couch. “You ruin our parents, it affects us. So it doesn’t matter who gets it back.”

Despite the chuckle from a few moments ago, Mick had a serious expression on his face. He didn’t look angry, but his demeanor told Zachary that the man meant business. “The only detail I’m curious about is if one of you was planning on buying the tape. I know that your father, Zachary and Heather, was here for the auction and intended to buy it. Fortunately, my father took care of him.”

That piece of information made the twins’ eyes widen, a chilling fear creeping up into their hearts as they wondered what exactly Mick Fisher meant with that sentence.

He sensed their uneasiness and let out another brief chuckle. “Relax, he’s just in one of the rooms, likely screwing the hell out of a slut my father found for him. Distracting a ladies man can be one of the easiest things in the world, you know?”

Madison couldn’t hold it anymore and snarled. “Ughh!!! Stop this little act and just tell us what you want, dammit!”

“Easy there, Ms. Dynamite. We’re talking business like adults here,” Mick said before his gaze shuffled over to the Ravers twins. “Well?”

Zack was the one who cleared his throat to answer. “To be honest with you, we weren’t planning on buying it. Our plan was to find out where the tape was held, likely in a flash drive, and have someone infiltrate the room to swipe it,” he admitted. “I guess it didn’t work.”

“No, it didn’t. Could’ve been a good plan, but it didn’t when my men found those two snooping around upstairs looking for this,” Mick explained and then pulled a flash drive from the pocket of his jacket, making the teens anxious at seeing just how close to their goal they had been the entire night. “Father is short-sighted, though. He wanted to make some serious big money from this just once and then go on his merry way to find the next valuable item to sell. Such a shit peddler if you ask me.”

“You stole from your own father?” Lisa inquired in disbelief.

“I sure did, Sweetcheeks. Switched this flash drive for a fake and took it with me,” Mick admitted with a proud look on his thuggish features. “It’s time the Fisher family fishes for something greater, if you pardon the pun,” he let out another short chuckle and made Heather’s eyes roll at the joke. No wonder Zack was going along well with that guy. “I gave an anonymous tip to the cops, telling them how they could get Cassius Fisher and where to look for evidence to keep him behind bars for a long time, so dear father can’t get in the way of my changes.”

Heather angrily crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Wow, such a smart guy, congrats to you for that silly little villainous plan,” she jeered. “Now what?!”

Mick let the insult pass and turned to Zack. “Now I’ll leave what happens next in Zachary’s hands. I respect proactiveness, so I’ll make you a business offer,” he made a pause to let it sink in. “I have big plans for this baby here,” he shook the flash drive. “But I’ll give you an opportunity to win it back. I didn’t have the time to make a copy and I know for sure Father never made any, so if you accept my terms, you’ll be rid of this… pesky little problem for good.”

Zack narrowed his eyes, wondering what the mobster had in mind. “What’s the catch?”

“It’s simple,” Mick grinned widely for the first time since he entered that lounge room. “If you let me fuck every single girl in this room right here and now, I’ll give you the drive. Fair and square, no tricks,” he proposed, causing all four girls to gasp loudly at the audacity. “Now, what do you say, Zachary Ravers?”

When Logan and Donna burst into the corridor leading to the elevator, Brandon Cole was chatting with Alice Phillips and two of his teammates in the football team, Trent Thornton and Russell Stanley. The two boys were posing as security guards with the same goal of possibly learning some intel while pretending to patrol the hotel.

“Brandon! Guys!” Logan called out, rushing toward the group.

“Whoa, what are you doing here, Ravers? Weren’t you gonna stay in the van?” Trent, a lean, muscled dark-skinned guy, inquired before he smirked at the other boy’s companion. “Had no idea Donna was here, though. How you doing?”

The black-haired girl rolled her eyes at the flirting attempt. “This is not the time for that!”

“Did something happen?” Brandon asked, and Alice looked very curious as well.

“We gotta help Sharon and Tanya,” Logan told them, motioning to the elevator. “Some thugs are holding them in a room upstairs! Like Donna said, there’s no time!”

“Where exactly?” Russell, a very tall and muscled boy asked.

“Conference Room 8,” Logan replied, already on the move. “C’mon, guys!”

“Ali, stay here,” Brandon asked while following Logan. Trent and Russell went after the two boys as well.

“You too, Donna!” Logan called out over his shoulder. “This is too dangerous!”

Donna opened her mouth to protest, but then her shoulders sagged as she came to the same conclusion, at last. Alice chuckled and squeezed her shoulders. “Boys, am I right?”

Exiting the elevator in the floor above the ballroom, Logan led the other three boys toward the conference rooms, the quartet keeping quiet so as to not alert any potential security guards to their presence.

“This way,” he whispered, stopping at a corner to check if the coast was clear.

“So how do you know where they are?” Trent inquired. “Smith’s doing?”

“Yeah, we saw them through the camera feeds,” the Ravers boy explained. “Sharon granted us access but got caught in the process. I have no idea how Tanya got tangled up in it, but she’s there too.”

“She was with Heather and Vicky,” Brandon recalled the way the teams were divided. “Where are they?”

“I dunno, but I’m hoping they didn’t get caught too,” Logan responded. “Anyone heard how Zack’s doing at the game?”

“No idea, but Maddie joined his team,” Brandon said as they kept tiptoeing their way around the hallways. “Hopefully he learned something useful.”

“Wait a sec,” Russell said as they stopped at another corner. The big guy looked around, his gaze darting left and right. “This is too quiet. We haven’t stumbled into any guards since we got here.”

“Russ is right,” Trent nodded, his eyebrows raising in suspicion. “Where the hell is everyone?”

“Inside with the girls?” Brandon guessed, his own face scrunching up in disgust. “And now I realize how bad this sounds.”

“We’re running out of time,” a **** Logan suddenly bolted toward their end destination. “We gotta help them!”

Brandon, Trent, and Russell ran after the Ravers boy before they finally reached the eighth room. A simple wooden door blocked their entry, and when Logan made it to reach the doorknob, Russell put a hand on his shoulder and nodded. Logan returned the gesture and made way for the large guy. Russell grinned and flexed his shoulders and legs before kicking the door open with a blast.

As soon as they saw their friends, still clad in their bunny costumes, sitting on a couch with a bunch of thugs standing nearby, the boys went into auto-pilot mode. They didn’t care about the possibility that those henchmen could be wielding guns, they just wanted to save Sharon and Tanya.

Russell engaged the first thug, almost knocking him out with a well-placed hook on the jaw, causing the man to scream in pain. Logan kicked the one that came in his direction, holding the man back a little. Brandon and Trent unconsciously stood with their backs to each other, engaging two other thugs that advanced toward them. Grace had mentioned five men, but Logan guessed one of them had moved to another location before the group got there.

“Logan, look out!” Sharon cried out to her best friend.

The Ravers boy quickly turned around and caught the thug who was fighting Trent with a punch on the face. The man seemingly wanted to catch him off guard by switching targets, but didn’t count on the redhead. Trent kicked him in the balls and brought the thug to his knees.

“Thanks, Spitfire!” Logan nodded at the ginger, who smirked and winked at him in return.

He didn’t have much time for a respite, though, as the first guy he was fighting against kept coming at him, swinging punches as Logan did his best to defend with the martial arts training he had. Luckily, the henchmen didn’t seem to be carrying guns with them, as they never pulled them out. They also seemed to understand quite fast that those young men were there to rescue the girls, as no questioning was made as to why they were trading blows. All in all, a quite fierce fight was taking place in the conference room.

The guy fighting Russell seemed to have some boxing training, judging by his posture and fighting style. That was probably the only reason why the big teenager hadn’t managed to knock him out yet, their fight now coming to an exchange of punches and dodges that could probably make a boxing coach very interested in Russell. Brandon and Trent were a bit uncoordinated, but proved to fight well together, as they were holding their own nicely against their opponent.

Logan parried a punch the thug tried to hit him with, and growing mentally tired of that situation, he narrowed his eyes and jumped, knocking the man out with a spinning kick to the face. Sharon punched the air in victory and whistled loudly.

“Yes!” She chanted, causing her best friend to smile at her. He didn’t have time to feel anything when they entered the room, but a weight lifted off his shoulders when he saw his old friend safe and sound. But they weren’t out of the woods yet.

Russell was dodging the punches that the skilled thug was throwing his way and felt himself growing a bit tired by that dynamic. Luckily for him, when he started trying to think about a new strategy to use, a crashing noise was heard and his opponent crumbled in front of his very eyes. The tall boy stared in awe at Tanya holding a broken vase and cocking her head teasingly at him. Looking at her fantastic, toned body in that yellow bunny suit made him recall a fun time they shared over the summer.

“Thanks, Tanya,” he managed to say.

“You’re quite welcome, Russell,” the dark-skinned cheerleader replied, pleased with herself.

By now, Logan had joined Brandon and Trent circling the last thug still standing and sneered at him.

“Sure you wanna fight all of us?” He taunted. “Oh, look, your other friend over there is out too.”

The man gritted his teeth, looking all around the conference room, and seeing all the others on the floor, he made the decision to bolt from the room. It was the cue for Sharon to crash like a rocket against Logan, her arms grabbing her old friend into a tight hug.

“Shh, it’s over now,” he said, pulling her tighter against him.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I was so freaking scared!” The redhead gushed and then pulled him into a passionate kiss, their bodies seemingly melding with one another. Her kind of large tits pressed against his chiseled chest as his hands roamed her back, clad in the red leather of her corset.

“Damn…,” Trent commented as he tried to straighten out his suit.

Aside from best friends, Logan and Sharon were also friends with benefits, and kissing was one of their greetings sometimes. They loved each other very much, just apparently not in a quite romantic sense. It was more of a lustful thing they shared with one another, at least until now.

“Alright, you two,” Brandon warned. “If you’re quite done with each other, I think we gotta get the hell out of here!”

“Right on that,” Trent agreed. “That guy might come back with more mobsters and I for one don’t wanna throw any more punches.”

“Trent’s right for once,” Russell quipped.

“Hey!” The wide-receiver turned to his tall friend with a glare.

Logan broke the kiss and grinned. “Yeah, let’s go,” he held out his hand for Sharon and they rushed out of the room. All six teenagers had no idea how they left that room alive, but they were quite happy they managed to pull that off unscathed.

“What the effing hell?!” Heather bellowed at Mick Fisher’s proposal. Sure, she might be a little free-spirited when sex was involved, but that didn’t mean she wanted to get fucked by a mobster, especially one that was threatening her family and friends. Behind her, Victoria hugged herself tighter, trying to put on a brave face, but the memory of having to twerk for the security guard and now the possibility of being **** to give up her virginity to a mobster had the green-eyed blonde shaking in fear.

“How dare you!” Lisa’s chocolate-brown eyes blazed in anger, her hand balling into a fist.

Madison, usually spunky on her own, found herself backing off much for the same reasons as Victoria, but it still didn’t mean it was enough to turn her into a pushover all of a sudden. “It’s really not up to Zack whether we fuck anyone or not,” she barked, narrowing her eyes. Only if Zack wants to fuck me, but that ship has probably sailed with Lisa by now.

“It’s a fair offer, just a night of debauchery in exchange for the solution to your problems,” Mick said, enjoying the way the three dark-haired girls were acting sexy and feisty. He envisioned the hot Latina getting intertwined naked with the wrong twin and her equally delectable friend, and that made his dick twitch in his pants. “You can always refuse, of course, but this little thing here will ensure you all will definitely hear from me in the nearby future,” he threatened, shaking the flash drive once more as he turned to Zack again. “Last chance, Ravers, what’s it gonna be?”

“This is what we’re gonna do,” Zack finally decided to speak, taking a breath. “You won’t lay a hand on anyone in this room and you’re still giving me the flash drive.”

The girls regarded him with a curious stare as Mick barked up an amused laugh. “You’re truly entertaining, Zachary, I’ll give you that, but I’m starting to think you haven’t realized the gravity of the situation you’re in, boy,” the man’s demeanor began shedding some of that fake camaraderie he used back in the ballroom. “Take the deal while I’m feeling benevolent.”

“The police you mentioned. I wonder how grateful they’d be if I gave them Cassius Fisher’s son to go along with the father,” Zack retorted. “I mean, I assume your hands aren’t clean and you’re already wanted for other stuff.”

“What are you playing at?” Mick demanded through gritted teeth, his free hand squeezing the backrest of the chair he was standing behind.

“I’ve got a tracker in my person, sending my location to a remote computer you’ll never find in time. All I need to do is give it a signal and someone will send a host of cops here,” Zack explained, with a smirk very similar to his father’s that made Lisa and Madison’s knees go weak. Heather and Victoria stared at him with impressed looks on their faces. “If you give me the drive, the girls and I will leave and I’ll give you my word I won’t do anything with the tracker. You can go free and nothing happens to either of us.”

Mick stared back at the teenage boy and it was visible how the fury colored his face and made his eyes narrow. “You have to be bluffing,” he croaked out, teeth gritting even harder.

“You can’t afford to find out. I’ll send my location the moment you make a move to harm me or the girls,” Zack advised, trying to keep his cool in the face of a dangerous mobster that could very well do just that. “I assume the cops you called for your father are already here, so you won’t have time to run.”

The mobster continued to stare venomously at Zachary Ravers, a mere teenager, refusing to admit he had been outplayed.

“So, Fisher, what’s it gonna be?” Zack pressed, using the same words Mick had used just a few moments ago.

Mick Fisher took a deep breath and reluctantly tossed the flash drive to Zack and sagged over the armchair. “Take it, go,” he dismissively said, visibly angered. Zack caught it and grinned, it felt just as awesome as winning the poker game with a royal flush.

“Shit, I can’t believe this!” Heather gushed with a wild smirk on her beautiful features.

“You’re insane, but I love it!” Lisa hugged him tightly.

“We’ll talk later, now let’s go,” Zachary urged the four girls and they left the lounge as he pocketed the flash drive.

Once they were out in the hallway, Victoria raised a curious eyebrow and sidled up to Zack. “Hey, I have to know,” she told him with a smile. “Did you really have a tracker on you?”

Zack chuckled and used the hand that wasn’t holding Lisa’s to pull out a small electronic device from the inside pocket of his tux. “Yeah, I had. Logan thought it was a good idea to have this additional layer of protection and had Paris talk Grace into getting me one,” he revealed. “I never thought it’d be this useful, though.”

“We can thank them later, now let’s go home,” Madison told her friend, her own face twisted into an amused grin at how the night had turned out to be.

Lisa laughed. “Who knew that a bunch of teens would ruin the plans of a big, dangerous gang of mobsters,” she commented. “I don’t know if Dad would be proud or give me the grounding of a lifetime.”

“Well, I know I’m proud of you for tonight,” Zack chuckled again, pulling his beloved girlfriend for a quick kiss as they ran out of the hotel. Madison made sure to contact Grace and ask her to tell everyone else that their goal for the night had been reached and they could all go home.