Everyone had gone home after cleaning the mess that was left inside the club. Victoria was leaning against the bar, pouring herself some strong whiskey. William had finished with the booth and walked over to check on her.
“Hey, beautiful. How are you holding on?” he asked, putting his hands on his jeans pockets. She took a deep breath and gulped the amber colored drink.
“I am better than ever. I mean, I let him r**e me for the third time in order for me to find the way to kill him. I am just glad that he is gone and won’t be bothering me anymore,” she said letting out a bitter laugh, while William walked around the bar and took the glass away from her.
“I think you have had enough. Let me take you home”
“Why take me home, when I have a comfy bed upstairs? Maybe
