Strolling down the hallway, I emerged into the main area of the club, where I found a familiar face. Before he could say a word, I grabbed him by the collar. Fear flashed in his eyes, but I ignored it, hearing only his ragged breathing.
“Where the f**k is the manager?”
“Hu…….hu…..Harry? He’s out. By the counter!”
Glaring at the young man, I shoved him against the wall while letting go of the collar, then I stormed into the bar, ignoring the lustful stares that followed me.
It was easy to spot the manager among the bartenders present from the outfit! “You’re the one?!” I said through gritted teeth, over the loud music.
His eyes went wide upon seeing me. “Mr Matteo!” He let out a nervous smile.
I was about to say something when he beat me to it as though he was awar
