Victor’s POV

A YEAR AGO

The music in the club was loud and the lights were flashing, I could hardly hear what my best friend and business partner John Truter was saying. I shouldn't have come, this isn't my scene. But Johnny begged me to be his wing-man, claiming that his dick will fall off and walk away if he didn't get laid tonight.

"Check out that babe, man. Ain't she something." Johnny lifted his chin at somebody behind me on the dance floor. I took a sip from my whisky while turning, trying to look subtle.

I, Victor Nobleman, hated this. The women here were easy and usually wanted two things--sex and a guy with money. Owning a multi-billion company together and being at the age of thirty, both Johnny and I could offer them the two things with good qualities, but we knew that being low key about it would be a better choice. We learned it the hard way.

Johnny got a huge dent in his bank account when he got divorced with his ex-wife. Shortly after that, I ended a two-year relationship because my ex was introduced by his ex-wife best friends, and they were best friends. I made my decision so incisively that my bank account is still intact.

Since then, we’ve got tired of those women who stalked us or 'randomly' bumped into us. We started calling them “The Crazies”.

The woman Johnny was checking out wore a red mini dress with a loose low cut, almost showing her tits as she dances. Legs that are a mile long, with curves in all the right places and a short bob cut. She had a small smile on her face, taking glimpses this way.

"I think she is eyeing us. What do you think? “ Johnny sounded too eager for his own good, “Are you going to go for her or can I have a shot?"

"You go ahead, man. She isn't my type. You know this isn't my type of scene to pick up women. I'm only here to be your backup." I told Johnny casually.

"Fuck me, Vic! I'm not gonna ask her to marry me and how do you know she isn't your type. You haven't even talked to her yet." Johnny said while scratching his balls.

"All right! I may get more luck since you are not interested. You are probably my biggest competitor here." Johnny said laughing.

He wasn't wrong about that. I glanced around the club again and smiled. "Go for it. The music is going down a notch, maybe you should ask her to dance." I encouraged Johnny to turn around, ordering another drink from the bar.

"Wish me luck." Johnny said, slapping me on the shoulder before walking away.

I glanced back to where Johnny is, seeing him leaning forward talking in the woman's ear. I saw her nodding her head with her smile. Johnny leaded her away to an open spot on the dance floor and started to show off his rare but awesome dance moves. Soon every woman in this place was going to literally throw themselves at Johnny.

He attracted all the attention as he want. I smiled and shook my head.

I found a seat at the bar and made myself comfortable. I decided to wait until Johnny gives me the sign that he is leaving. Then I'll leave as well. I've got a new site proposal to check out in my office at home.

After about an hour, I looked back at the dance floor again, seeing them doing a sweet slow dance now. I guess it’s my time to leave. Johnny's back was facing me and the red dressed woman had her arms around his neck with her head against his shoulder.

However, suddenly I saw her eyes going to me, making eye contact and holding my gaze with a small smirk on her lips. That weird look made me feel a chill going down my spine and the hair on my neck stood up.

A determination and a promise, as if she had already made up her mind about something, not about Johnny but about me.

I have a bad hunch!!!

My instincts were never wrong before. Johnny and I had a password when we spotted a 'Crazy'. You can’t realize it when you're trying to seduce her; but the wing-man can! That is why I’m still here tonight.

The woman lifted her head and said something in Johnny's ea with a seductive smile, touching the back of his head and neck. Johnny put one hand on her hips and started walking off the dance floor to the opposite side.

I quickly turned around to put down my glass, throwing a bundle of cash on the counter and quickly walked after them.

I stretched my neck and started calling after Johnny but the music was too loud for Johnny to hear my shouts. I just saw his curly blond hair getting further away and going for the exit.

I took out my phone, trying to dial him, while pushing past a few dancers or people coming into the club, but his phone is only ringing.

He couldn’t hear it! Damn! The loud music!

When I finally reached the exit and walked onto the street, there was complete silence. I looked up and down the street but couldn't see them.

I took my phone out again and tried to call Johnny again, but nobody answers. I started walking to where we parked the car, and stopped in my tracks.

Shit! The car is gone,too!

My hand went to my pockets and I realized that the car key was still here.

Wired! A frown started to form on my forehead.

I tried to phone Johnny again but this time it went straight to voicemail.

“How can I be so stupid!” I slapped my forehead. I totally forgot that we got an app that can track our cellphones even if it's turned off.

I quickly entered into the app and my frown only deepened.

I walked down the street following the blinking dot on the screen, and stopped at a bus stop. I looked up and saw no one, an uneasy feeling taking hold of my stomach.

I walked around the bus stop and finally found Johnny’s phone right there in the trash can.

Oh shit Johnny! You're in some deep shit and how am I supposed to help you get out of it?