I slammed my shot glass down on the counter, swallowing the sharp booze down my throat.

“Another, old man.” I ordered. The bartender did as I asked. He was probably scared of me, just like most of Paradis.

My foot tapped impatiently as I waited for my shot.

I sighed and glanced around the club.

“Damn it all…” I muttered.

My mind strayed away into numbness. I grit my teeth tightly.

My eyes widened when I spotted a woman sitting a few seats away. I’d seen her around before.