Chapter 62 Party In The Club

• The neon lights of the strip club bathed the street in a lurid glow as Horace and his five assassins arrived. They moved with quiet precision, their presence commanding even as the music thumped heavily from inside. Horace’s expression remained calm, unreadable, the faintest trace of satisfaction lingering in his eyes.
• Inside, Don spotted them immediately. “Horace!” he called over the music, clapping a hand on his shoulder with a grin. “I’ve got a little relief waiting for you and the boys. Come on, VIP section’s ready.”
• Horace led his team through the throng, every step measured. The VIP section was roped off, quieter than the main floor, a small enclave of luxury and indulgence. Don waved toward the strippers lounging nearby. “Ladies, you know what to do,” he said with a sly grin.