"Where's Micah?" Silvio's deep voice rumbled through his chest. His one arm rested roughly on the couch he was sitting on and another hand gripped the stem of porcelain glass.
"A girl was causing trouble. Maybe he is taking care of her." Dante shrugged his shoulders standing beside Silvio's chair and looked around the club.
"Trouble? Where are they?" Silvio quipped sipping his expensive vodka.
"Second floor. I didn't see her." Dante said casually.
Silvio hummed.
His eyes glanced around when he saw a hurrying figure entering the club. He tilted his head to the side assessing the frame. It was a woman wearing what she shouldn't have worn in a club. Her t-shirt dipped in dark gray color with graphics on it, was telling she hadn't come with the intention to the club. Her hip-hugging
