The Crownbridge Underground Finance Club was where ruined tycoons and bankrupt mobsters came to bargain for laundering services and emergency funds.
Tonight, it would welcome a mysterious guest no one dared to slight.
Arthur entered the venue in an old suit covered with pilling and worn patches. His face was full of bruises. Sarah had been dragged there by force, her heavy makeup unable to hide her swollen nose and bruised cheeks.
The two of them looked painfully out of place among the well-dressed underworld bosses, like two glaring stains on a silk tablecloth.
Arthur desperately needed cash. Even more, he wanted protection from the same g**g leaders who had once watched and humiliated me.
"Gentlemen... please listen to me. I have the master key to the old Don's underground account i
