Sitting at the table where he now has his habits, with the entrance, the stairs leading upstairs and the bar in his field of vision, Erick continues to watch for the slightest trace or information on the actions of Black and his men.

Now that he's sure Black is there, he's convinced that the staff know, too. He has to get closer to one of the servers to extract information, the hardest part being not to get busted. He is wary of the cerberus who manages the entrance because he does not hesitate to bluntly kick out anyone who tries to sow discord in his bar!

He has been trying to sympathize for several days with the waiter who takes care of his table. A tall boy with a marble face and icy eyes. He looks a little older than the others, so he feels a little less guilty for hitting on him.

"Good evening sweetie, we've been seeing each other every night for a few weeks but I still don't know your name!"

Delhi, his cold smile, his gaze full of disdain, faces him. He is used to old perverts, he knows how to play with them and make them consume. He takes on a honeyed and condescending voice “My name is Delhi sir. And what should I call you.”

To tell the truth, he doesn't give a damn about the man's name, he just wants him to give up as much money as possible when it comes to the bill and above all to leave him a good tip.

“My name is Erick, I would be thrilled if someone as beautiful as you said my name!”

Keeping his stony smile: “Erick? That's a pretty name! So my sweet Erick, what can I do for you?” He approaches the old man and puts his hand on his shoulder. Delhi knows that this kind of customer likes physical contact even though it is forbidden. Let's say that as long as it comes from the waiters, Titus doesn't say anything.

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Erick finds the weight of this hand on his shoulder very pleasant, he can't help looking at the young man's long, well-shaped legs. From his first visit he was troubled by the beauty of this particular server. No, he doesn't like men! But it costs nothing to enjoy the view!

Of course, Gale and his lynx eye have seen the cop's little game thanks to the surveillance cameras and shows the screen to his boss. "As soon as the bar starts to empty, call this waiter here," Black orders his right hand.

A few hours later, shortly before the bar closes, Gale sends a message to Titus asking him to get Delhi upstairs in the office.

Delhi is somewhat destabilized but shows nothing. He wonders what they want from him.

Black bluntly “Hello, what is your name?”

“My name is Delhi sir.” in a calm voice.

Black “The regular customer at table 5, do you know him well?”

"No more sir, I know his name is Erick that's all." responds Delhi.

Black gauges him for a few seconds, then continues "I'm not going to go around Delhi, this man is a cop." Seeing the waiter's gaze become even more frozen than usual. So he pulls out a huge wad of cash and drags it across the desk to the waiter "I need his silence!"

Delhi understands what is being asked of him, the man in front of him is not only his boss, but also one of the biggest mafiosos in the area. In addition, the pile of money in front of him is very tempting. So with his dead smile he takes the money “It’s understood sir!”

He shoves the wage into the small service bag at his waist, greets his boss and leaves quickly. He decides to clean a few tables so as not to look suspicious and then rushes to his locker to hide the money.

Ritta asks him what happened and he replies that he was asked for customer information.

All the rest of the time separating him from his bed he will convince himself “If I’m going to have bad one-night stands, as long as it’s profitable! Kill two birds with one stone! And then it's not very complicated to make an old pervert cop kneeling before me, I've already had tougher!”