Harper entered Midnight Sinner, a club owned by one of the most ruthless mobsters in New York. She glanced over her shoulder, trying to make sure no one was following her, and then walked towards the back.
The guy, the one who told her about this place, had said it was a seedy joint. So seedy that even the cops avoided it. That was good enough for Harper.
She made her way to the back where a staircase was located.
She looked up at the dark path ahead, lit with dim lights and descended further inside, the music growing louder and louder with every step she took. When she finally reached the bottom, her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to jump out of her chest.
Two guards stood in front of a metal door. One of them had a scar running across his face while the other loo
