I’m sat in the VIP booth area of the club I own downtown, which is mostly used for the basement to store weapons/drugs/etc shipments discreetly. I’m smoking a cigarette, leaning back against the wall of the booth while my cold gaze travels the dark club.

Two of my men, Luke and Cal, are stood with stony gazes in front of the pulled back curtains at my booth. My right hand man, Ash, is off somewhere making sure things are running smoothly.