CHAPTER 3

"You don't belong here, shitface. You don't have enough money to even step foot in this resort" Officer Bucktooth spoke out, making weird noises as she laughed along with Fatty.

"I'm told to meet, Mark? Is he staying here?" Denven asks, that made the two stop laughing. They look at each other shocked then at Denven, and judging him of his current state.

"What would the owner of this resort do with someone like you?" Officer Bucktooth snarls at Denven.

"If we didn't know any better, you could be robbing us" She adds, rolling her eyes at Denven.

"Why are you still standing there? You think you're pitiful?" The fat bastard calls out to Denven who was looking annoyed at him.

He walks outside with his staff and points it at Denven's direction. He chuckles menacingly at Denven who was stepping away slowly, knowing what was going to happen.

"You know, you have some nerve trying to come near inside. When people like you not only deserve to go back to where y'all deserve, but should learn where you belong in society" The fat bastard hits Denven with his staff on his head and punches Denven down.

"You look like the burnt bottom part of your mom's disgusting cooking, bet she had fun birthing out someone who's useless like you. What a fucking whore" he spat on him, and kicked Denven's shoulder as he was trying to get up.

Denven had always been picked on for being  , this was one of those apparent days where the ugly ones turn dark against beautiful creatures like him.

"You're here already?" A voice from the hall calls. Denven recognizes this man, from somewhere familiar.

"Hey, that's enough!" The man goes out of the building and reaches to help Denven up.

"I'm Mark, come-" He gestures for Denven to follow him in the building, "let's talk in my car".

The officers glared at him as they walked away from the building and to a parking lot. Hopping into a   Audi A3, Mark sat in the driver's seat. Denven awkwardly sat quietly on the passenger seat, speeding out of the parking lot.

Mark wasn't all that bad, considering how lavishly rich he was and seemingly mischievous, Denven feels he can be close with Mark. Though he can't help but feel that he might be hiding something, Denven brushes it off and looks distant at the tinted window.

"How old did you say you were?" Mark asks, breaking the silence between the two whilst tuning down the FM radio playing.

"28, turning 29 next month on the 5th" Denven chirps, flashing a toothy grin. Mark nods and rubs on his chin thinking to himself.

"Why haven't you thought of being a model, you look good for a   man?" Mark sheepishly asks, making Denven chuckle.

"No, people mostly take me for being uncivilized and ugly" The two fell quiet, feeling awkward towards each other.

"You think so?" Mark pushes the question, intrigued by Denven's background.

"Yeah, like the security did to me a while ago " Denven says calmly, smiling warmly at Mark who was driving intently.

"No, you think you're civilized and good looking? " Mark continues, giving Denven a quick glance over and turning his gaze back on the road.

"I don't understand" Denven shifted on his seat, uncomfortable at the topic.

"Don't worry, you will..." Mark says, drifting into silence.

"So you don't have a dad?" Mark asks, breaking the silence for a quick moment.

"No, sir" Denven answers, looking away from Mark and out the window.

"Why?" Worried in his tone, glancing quickly over him.

"My dad died in a car accident-" Denven bluntly says, looking down on his hands, "-Which is why I had the instinct of saving anyone who was in danger... Felt like it was my responsibility to do so"

Mark warmly smiles and reaches for Denven's shoulder to pat. Denven felt relieved for an older man to understand where he was coming from.

Denven looked into the side mirror and saw his reflection, he looked stressed and tired. He smiled slightly thinking how some people think he looks good despite him looking like he hasn't showered for days. His slightly shaved head glistening with sweat, he brushes his palm on them and thought of having a hair cut again would be nice. He misses the army cut he used to sport, and how people get intimidated by him because of it.

As the Dawn sets itself, a blaring sign passed by that had "To the Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada!". Hotels, bars, and casinos from left and right were all the rage.

Strippers waved as the car drove into the main road, Denven laughed along with Mark as he was given a wink and a flirty blow of a kiss by a group of flaunting cross-dressers.

The car stops at a gold gate, with gargoyle angels painted white. As the Audi parks itself onto the driveway, a couple of men in suits and maids run hurriedly towards the car. Denven was astounded at the hospitality they gave them, from the corner of his eye he saw a silhouette of a woman by the entrance door.

"Mia" Mark calls out and gestures for her to come. She's taken aback, stepping away and running inside.

"Ah... That's my daughter from my first wife, she's not biologically mine but I love her greatly like a father" Mark explains patting Denven's back.

Entering the mansion, it had polished white cement floors that matched the white and gold accents of the house. Denven looks around seeing greek paintings from left and right, the entrance faces double stairs that lead to the second floor. 

Mark gestures for him to follow, and they walk through an arch doorway below the double stairs. From there an open space of the entertainment center from his right and a bar from his left, at the near windows were shelves of different boardgames and a billiard table ready to play on.

 Mark makes his way to the bar and behind the counter he offers Denven a drink.

"I don't know much about cocktails, sir" Denven shyly says, laughing awkwardly to Mark.

Mark gave a small smile, "Not to worry, I'll make you a cubata" Denven looked at him confused as to what it was. He sat himself down and watched Mark move around the bar.

"It's a gin and soda mix, perfect for beginners" He says, shaking an aluminum bottle and pouring cola out into a tall glass of ice.

"Don't worry, it won't make you hammered if you only drink at least 2 of these, '' Mark says, chuckling at a worried Denven whilst pouring himself a glass of gin cola.

Deep in thought, Denven thinks this man has an ulterior motive. Throughout his whole life, almost every outgoing person in the country has done something terrible in their life. Whether drugs, money laundering, or sex trafficking their own relative. 

He thinks to himself what kind of man Mark is, but nonfactual ones come to him.

"Alright, take a seat-" Mark says, gesturing to the chair in front of him and Denven does so.

Mark had blonde hair that was freshly cut. Piercing blue eyes, pale wrinkled skin, and quite fit at his age. Not too muscular nor thin, Mark seems to maintain a good lifestyle to look good even in his 40's.

"What job are you offering me?" Denven asks, looking around the room, observing more of his surroundings.

"Considering my status, I want you to be my bodyguard" Mark says blatantly, Denven snorted out and chuckled.