Aiden

The bass from the club throbbed beneath the floor as smoke curled lazily from the cigar between my fingers.

Six of my men stood by my sides, three in each side while in front of me, a man knelt. His body swayed as he struggled to stay upright, blood dripping steadily from his split lip onto the floor. One eye was already swollen shut while the other flickered between me and the gun resting in my hand.

When our eyes met, he shuddered.

"I..." His voice trembled as he lowered his head ...