The club was booming with music blaring in the background, dancers dancing up on poles and lit up golden stages. It was his domain, where he thrived with his queen. His hand rested over his mouth to display his tattoo of a mouth smiling wildly as his dark eyes gazed around the various people in his club.

Leaning back with a squeak of the leather beneath him, he kicked his feet upon the table as he slowly rested his gun down on the wooden table, his hand running through his slicked back sickly green hair as he sighed to himself. "Where is she. Where is the brat?" He muttered to his men as he narrowed his wild eyes.