*Bruno*
I sat behind my desk, tossing the lighter in my hands before flicking it on to light up a wrap of cigarettes. I puffed out thick smoke from my mouth. These days, I have been in a good mood. My days revolved around coming to the club, running some underground work, receiving reports, and then going home.
I made sure never to miss any meal prepared by Lucia. She was a really good cook. I assisted her sometimes in the cooking and noticed that she was slowly opening up to me. I cursed myself for not making her my cook on time.
A knock on the door brought me back from my reverie. Rave walked in and stood before me.
"Have you been able to find any trace of him?" I asked, and he nodded. Something unusual had happened in the club. One of the henchmen was killed in my club. The thought
