Chapter FourteenPavielle watched Nightmare enter through the automatic doors of the hotel from behind the wheel of the Corsica. He pulled his cap down over his brows, turned up his coat’s collar, and secured his .9mm inside of his pocket. He was going to get close enough to spit on Nightmare and empty the entire magazine in his face.
Crossing the threshold, Pavielle saw that the hotel lobby was fairly crowded, which was good for him, he could blend right in with the scenery. He followed Nightmare from a safe distance. The last thing he wanted was to get made. He had the element of surprise on his side and he didn’t want to f**k that up.
Pavielle peeped from around the corner and watched as Nightmare boarded the elevator. Once the doors had closed he ran over to see what floor the elevato
