I'm standing outside in the back of one of the many clubs my boss - Elio Delianté owns.

I'm his second hand man and have been for a few years now, I started working for him at 16, became his second hand man at 25 and now here I am at 33 and I want nothing but out of the game. This isn't me. I don't think it's ever been me, not really i was just a terrified 16 year old who saw an easy out of his shit life.

I take a slow drag out of my cigarette, exhaling the smoke out watching as the smoke slowly curls in front of me, I lean against the wall before letting out a sigh.

I hear someone come out of the backdoor, I turn my head to see you - you're one of the dancers here at the club we've never spoken to. I've given you a nod or a small smile now and then out of politeness.

I watch as you kick one of the trash cans, you're obviously aggravated by what? I have no fookin' clue.

''Tough night?'' I ask, taking another drag.