Mercedes Jones and her boyfriend Sam Evans had been together for a year and in that span of a year, they had learned a lot about each other. Mercedes found out that Sam was an only child, and his parents lived a good farm/domestic life, she found out that Sam loved ketchup but he hated tomatoes on any of his food, she learned that his way of showing affection was showering Mercedes with unnecessary gifts and by being close to her and touching her. However, the most surprising thing that Mercedes found out about Sam is that he worked in his own bar. More specifically he owned the bar and underground was a small private speakeasy that he kept for Mercedes and a few of his friends.
Like tonight it was cold New York night and Mercedes had on a nice black dress shirt that she accessorized with a Gucci Golden Belt and some thigh-high black heels. She placed on her golden hoops, her golden rings, and she let her fall down to her back. She and Sam were going to the speakeasy tonight and Mercedes didn't know why. Sam didn't tell her much that happened in the speakeasy which she didn't mind because it did not bother her much. However, she did deem it odd that they were going and Sam told her that it wasn't with his normal friends. Now Mercedes has asked Sam repeatedly if he was in the mafia or the cartel but he just said that given the fact that his father was Senator of the state of Michigan, and because of this he had to whet the appetites of his father's opponents and supporters. In doing so he brought them down to his private speakeasy and reported back all of the information to his father be it good or bad.
Mercedes rarely associated herself with politics, she kept herself busy with the exquisite gentleman's club that she owned. That was her safe haven, making sure her girls were safe and protected because they usually came to her with two dollars in their pocket and about to be put out of their rinky-dink apartments. In fact, that is where she met Sam. Sam had come to the club and demanded to see the owner because he in fact wanted to buy the club from her. However, Mercedes stood and said she was not interested in selling and she was never going to be selling because it was her pride and joy. Sam eventually broke down and told her that he hadn't any interest in buying it he just wanted to know the savvy business person who ran the place. Then he courted her and they eventually started dating and fell in love and Sam bought them a condo together. Everything for them was perfect.
Sam had exited the bathroom as Mercedes grabbed her phone and purse, he walked over to her and pulled her back towards him.
"You look beautiful tonight baby," He whispered in her ear.
"Thank you, so tell me tonight are we meeting with your dad's enemies or his supporters?" Mercedes questioned.
Sam answered, "Enemies, sadly,"
"That means we are extorting dirt from them,"
"Yep, so c'mon before we are late," Sam answered. He grabbed Mercedes's coat and placed it on her before they left the house. They rode the private elevator down to the car garage and then decided to drive in their black 2022 Bentley Flying Spur. The drive over to the speakeasy was a pleasant one and luckily it was closed so their car was the only one in the parking lot. Sam parked the car and helped Mercedes out of the car before entering the restaurant and heading down to the secret speakeasy door.
The speakeasy was roomy, to say the least, it came equipt with a minibar in the car corner, a pool table in the middle of the room, and on either side of the pool table, there were leather chairs in circles surrounding small glass tables. The lighting resembled that of a cigar room, with bright bulbs but dim lighting. Sam and Mercedes hung their coats up on the coat rack before they went and set up. Sam grabbed the high bottle scotch and glasses, while Mercedes played soft music in the background and the lights to the right setting, before grabbing the special stash of cigars and lighters and placing them on the bar.
Sam was in the middle of pouring him and Mercedes a glass when there was a specific knock at the door.
"Ready?" Sam questioned as he looked over at Mercedes.
"Ready," She replied. Sam nodded and headed to the door and opened it and in walked William Schuester. William Schuester was a known enemy of Dwight Evans, he repeatedly lost to him in every election, and he publicly opposed all of his policies and political beliefs. He was also a man known to leer at Mercedes's gentleman club not knowing that Mercedes was the owner, and he always leered at the younger girls. Which made Mercedes's and the security guards at the club put him on red alert.
The second man to arrive was Ken Tanaka he was a mean guy, he repeatedly made jabs about the Evans family, he made racists and homophobic remarks on his podcast, Talk Tanaka. He also gave Mercedes the creep, with his eyes always watching her, she tried to shake it off numerous times but she knew at some point she was actually telling the truth to herself.
"William, Ken, welcome, make yourself comfortable," Sam greeted them politely as they went and sat down.
"Ms. Jones make me a drink, neat," Ken commanded.
"Sorry Ken, but the bar is self-served tonight," Sam interrupted. Ken rolled his eyes and walked over to the bar grabbing the bottle and two glasses and heading back to the circle of seated chairs. He took the one opposite of Mercedes as William sat beside him.
"So why are we here Sam?" Will questioned.
"A matter of manners. The Evans wanted to reach out and figure out if there was anything that you two required from us," Sam answered simply.
"For your daddy to leave his spot as Senator, and for that girlfriend of yours to dump you," Will replied as he gave Mercedes a sly smile that made her stomach flip violently.
"I am afraid neither of those options is on the table," Mercedes replied with gritted teeth.
"What about you Ken, anything we can do for you to stop making vicious remarks towards my family?" Sam questioned.
"Break up with the darkie over here," Ken said. Sam clenched his fists as Mercedes sat her hand on his leg.
"Mr. Tanaka I would hope that you refrain from calling me out my name again, or else this friendly meeting will end with Sam pulling your teeth out one by one. Also, this isn't your podcast so have some decorum and use the language that might actually get you laid. Now the reason this meeting is being handled is that we have acquired some very harmful information that could possibly assassinate your characters, so either you tell us what we want to know or we will have no choice but to leak your information out to the press," Mercedes spoke confidently.
"No idea what you are talking about Ms. Jones," Will said.
"Really Will, I believe you frequent a gentleman's club called Luxe every Thursday and Friday night around the hours of six to midnight. I have also been able to recover photos and even first-hand statements from the girls about how you like to get your rocks off with girls who are in fact not your precious wife Emma Pillsbury. How is it that a man running for the Senate frequents a club that isn't for a married man, let alone a married man married to a school teacher, or a married man married to a school teacher who has in fact publicly degraded gentleman's clubs? That is just something for you to think about. Now for you Mr. Tanaka you were a bit hard but I found out what I wanted. You raped and beat a sixteen-year-old black girl. Her name is Jane Hayward she moved to California and became a model very successful model, might I mention that I know Ms. Jane personally. And really I would hate to let it slip in one of our conversations that her rapist is an easy man that I can get to. A man whose life I can destroy at the drop of a hat." Mercedes spoke. The men's faces became pale.
"What do you two want?" Ken growled.
"Ken, you are going to dismantle your podcast and make yourself cease to exist, and Will well you are going to sop this slanderous campaign regarding my family. If either of you fails to do what has been told of you then I will have no choice but start some salacious rumors at a bar that many of the news reporters frequent with the evidence of course. Are we clear?" Sam questioned.
"Fine," Ken growled. He slammed his glass down ane grabbed his coat and exited the room.
"I will subside with my slanderous campaign, I do hope to be seeing you again Ms. Jones under a more cheerful hour," He smiled at her. Mercedes inwardly rolled her eyes as she looked at the man leave. When they were both gone Mercedes and Sam went about cleaning up the place, just as Sam's father called him.
"Is it done," He questioned Sam?
"Tanaka should be packing his valuables as we speak and Will said he would stop," Sam answered into the phone.
"Perfect, I knew I could count on you and my daughter," Dwight smiled. Sam chuckled at that mention of Mercedes being his daughter. Dwight and Mary had grown to fawn over Mercedes. They loved her humor, her intelligence, and most of all her in general, and they never ever made her feel like an outcast.
"She was perfect," Sam said. He and his dad talked some more before they hung up. Mercedes grabbed her glass and sipped it fast needing it to calm her nerves.
"Are you ok?" Sam questioned as he went and walked over to her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. So is there anyone else that we are meeting or was it just that two?"
"Just them, two days from now we will be meeting with some supporters."
"Great," Mercedes smiled. Mercedes preferred to work with the supporters anyway because they were always more pleasant than dealing with people that resembled Ken and Will. Sam grabbed Mercedes coat and his own before they locked up the speakeasy and headed back home
Will had made it back home where his wife was sleeping soundly, he headed to his office and sat down, and made a phone call to Mr. Tanaka.
"You aren't actually going to listen to them are you?" Will questioned.
"I don't believe I have a choice will, I am practically good as dead if they leak that past," Ken answered.
"Don't worry, about them, look left for a little while headed to Puerto Rico someplace nice for weeks, then return. I have a plan." Will answered.
"What kind of plan," Ken remarked.
"I know the sweet spot of Sam Evans the easiest way to make him buckle, and crack under pressure is taking that sweet, and beautiful Mercedes Jones from him. We do that, we've got the Evans family eating out the palm of our hands. So what do you say?"
"No, you are on your own Will," Ken replied then he hung up the phone. Will sighed at Ken's cautious tendencies, and opened the drawer in his desk, he pulled out his exclusive Luxe card and sat it down before grabbing himself a glass of scotch.
"Sweet precious Mercedes Jones," He growled to himself.
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