Music played in the background of the club. It's dark atmosphere making it more attractive as people went on their business. But in the back of the club, the dirty work of mafia was done.

"Last chance." Chase spoke holding a gun with one hand and a woman with another as he looked at the brutally bruised man who refused to open his mouth.

Shot. Chase killed the man as he refused to give information and sighed.

"Damnit it. these responsibilities don't even let me have some fun."