Clark's POV.
"The pub is getting empty!" Achilles muttered over the phone. "I have been able to stall them a bit, some few blondes and slender ebony ladies." He chuckled softly.
"Oh! They'll be having some great fun." I snapped as I looked at Marie. "But… But how were you able to stall them with those ladies?" I said in a whisper.
"Few extra bucks and that is all." Achilles chuckled. "But… There is a slight problem here. They came with two Ford GT cars, which means, we don't have three men but eight men here and they are all looking feisty and in the mood to spill some blood." He said in a calm tone.
"That shouldn't be a problem. We will be there in no time." I muttered as I picked up my coat as I walked out. "Goodnight, Marie!!" I said with a broad smile as I winked at her, causing he
