Chapter 66 The Flight

• The scent of blood clung to the shadows of the club like an omen.
• They came for his club too. De Ricco Club has fallen, and who knows what else has.
• Inside, the once-opulent lounge was now a facade of chaos. Broken glass glittered across the floor like scattered diamonds, furniture overturned, smears of crimson marking the velvet booths. The air buzzed with tension, thick with the residue of gunpowder and perfume. Sirens howled somewhere in the distance, but this far underground, they may as well have belonged to another world.