"You are entirely in the wrong neighborhood."
The massive bouncer blocked the rusted steel door.
Ryan Parker stood on the cracked concrete of the abandoned subway station. "I am exactly where I need to be."
"This is a private club," the bouncer growled. "Go back to your penthouse before someone takes that expensive suit off your corpse."
"I am not here to drink," Ryan stated coldly. "I am here to see Magnus Mace."
The bouncer laughed a harsh, grating sound. "Magnus does not take meetings with pretty boys. Turn around."
"I am not asking for a meeting," Ryan clarified. "I am making a withdrawal."
Ryan reached slowly into his tailored jacket.
The bouncer immediately reached for a heavy weapon tucked into his waistband.
Ryan did not pull a weapon. He pulled a thick stack of hundred do
