Chapter 145

• Meanwhile, a few minutes prior to the chaos on the roof.
• The VIP lounge on the lower floor had been turned into a wreck. Alexander and Vlad were still in the room where Riley had left them, currently engaged in a violent exchange with the remaining members of the cartel.
• Alexander ducked under a wild haymaker, the wind of the punch brushing his cheek, before driving his palm into the attacker's chin with a sickening crunch.