The Grandson!

Jonathan and Duke shot furtive glances at each other in an attempt to communicate something. Then Jonny whistled and Duke left. 

“Follow me!” Natasha said with a Russian accent. They walked through the main room where a girl was doing a lap dance. There were still several people in attendance.

The furniture was a bit eccentric and the color red dominated the decor. The majority of the clients sat on coaches that surrounded the stage. Jonathan counted ten bodyguards, thanks to the mirrors around the room. ( everyone in front of a door that brought to the different privè.) The bar was on the right: two barmen and five waitresses in all.

“Go upstairs. You'll see the boss’ room.” Natasha said quickly and went back to her work.

The old man stared at her naked bottom, then they both went upstairs. There was only one door open. Jonathan stopped. There was the smell of blood.

“What?” The old man asked.

“I’m not sure, but I suppose that Agostino is inside.” Jonny confessed.

“Aiustino?” The old man rushed in. 

The darkness was cut by the light of a lamp on the desk,  but the room was empty. A rustle… jonny didn’t have the time to turn. Someone hit him on the nape of his neck  and he fell on the floor. Two hands grabbed him under the armpits and dragged him onto a chair. 

“so guy, what do you want?”

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Jonathan opened his eyes slowly. The figure of a man was in ftront of him, but Jonathan could not see him clearly. “Are you o’Lupo?”

The man grabbed his T-shirt and threw Jonny towards him. “I am the one asking the questions! Understand?” He growled.

Jonathan smelt his breath, which stung his nostrils. It had the typical smell (aroma) of the drug ‘Speed’, a methamphetamine very common among the managers of nightclubs to suppress sleep.

“Why are you fucking smiling?” Gennaro o’Lupo screamed, pressing his gun against Jonathan’s temple. “ I’ll blow your head off if you don’t speak!” 

A wheeze echoed in the room. It was the old man still on the floor.

“Shut up!” O’ Lupo snarled.

Jonathan stared at his lupine features. o’Lupo was really ugly:  like a werewolf. 

“So what do you want?” Gennaro said, pressing his gun harder against Jonathan’s temple.

“Aiustino?” The old man interrupted him again. 

O’Lupo moved away from Jonathan and grabbed the old man’s hair, raising his face. “Do you see that fuck of a grandson?”

everyone in front of a door that brought to the different  don't understand what you mean.  So my guessing can be wrong.  All over the place were the privès for private entertainment. The bar was on the right with two barmen and five waitresses in all.

The old man stared at the naked bottoms of some dancers. Soon Jonathan followed him upstairs.

The old man starred her naked bottom, then they both go upstairs. There was only a door opened. Jonathan stopped. There was smell of blood was in the air.

“What?” The old man asked.

“I’m not sure... But I suppose that Agostino is inside.” Jonny confessed.
“Aiustino?” The old man rushed in asked but did not wait for an answer. He entered into the dark room.  The darkness of the room  was broken cut by a small the light of a lam on a desktop lamp. but The room was empty. A rustle came and before he could react,  … jonny didn’t have the time to turn. Someone a hit him came on the his nape.  and He fell on the floor. 

“Why are you Wipe that fucking smile smirk off your face!?”Gennaro o’Lupo threatened by burst, pressing his gun at  on Jonathan’s temple.

“Start taking else I’ll blow your  head brains off if you don’t speak!” 
A wheeze echoed in the room. It was from the old man still on the floor. Why is the old man still on the floor? Why should he? Wasn't he dragged to the chair?
“Shut up!” O’ Lupo snarled.
Jonathan stared looked deeply into O'Lupo's at his lupine features. , o’Lupo was really ugly No joke intended, as hideous as like a werewolf! o’Lupo was really ugly like a werewolf. 
“So What do you y'd want?” Gennaro said, pressed ing stronger his gun stronger onto Jonathan’s temple.
“Aiustino...” The old man interrupted him again. 

O’Lupo moved away from Jonathan and grabbed the old man’s hair, raising   yanking up his face. “Do you  Wanna see that fuck face of your grandson?”