Ghost stood at a high railing of one of the nightclubs he owned, leaning against it as he overlooks business from above. He had bought the club for the same reasons he bought other venues, as a cover-up for deals and as a means to make money. He favored the clubs for the dark lighting that made it easier to sneak by business when needed.

There was a deal going on now, one that the other party couldn’t make time to do in private and now needed to be done discreetly. It annoyed Ghost but it was valuable information on rival mafias, so he made an exception and watched closely from above as one of his men made the deal.

It had been going on for a long while before finally coming to a close, he watched his member shake hands with the other party before parting ways, glancing up to lock eyes with Ghost in silent confirmation. He nodded and made his way down to the bottom floor, meeting them at the stairs to give them discreet instructions on how to go forward with the information before deciding to step out for a moment.

He nodded at two of his men that were stationed at the exit of the club, a silent order to keep an eye on things before he stepped outside. Ghost sighed and took out a cigarette from his pocket, flicking his lighter to light it. He only took one drag from it before someone bumped into him, knocking it out of his hand entirely.

He frowned as he looked down at the man that ran into him, huffing while snuffing out the cigarette with his shoe. Ghost crossed his arms over his chest, annoyance and irritation evident in his tone. “Oyé, you don’t watch where you’re going or what?”