Chapter 105
- Marco
- The music was blasting from the speakers, neon lights flashing, making it hard to see ahead. There was a strong stench of cigars and booze that clung to everything.
- Antonio’s club was exactly what I expected, with scantily clad men and women swaying their bodies seductively to the music. Some of them lay sprawled on velvet couches, clinging to the potbellied men throwing money around.