Mikes POV
The moment Donald’s slams the door on his way out, the silence in the room is deafening.
I light another cigarette with shaky hands, the smoke doing nothing to calm the storm going on in my head.
Those bastards. They stole the envelope. Kept the photos and I did not see it coming.
I grab the envelope again and flip through its contents. Maybe Donald missed something. But no. The photos are gone. The only proof of that night vanished.
My jaw clenches and my fist roll into a ball. I feel the burn in my chest.
Someone ratted us out. Has to be, someone close to me. Someone around here and I have got a good damn idea who that might be.
I storm out of the vip room, ignoring the girl waiting outside wearing a lace and red lipstick. She tries to touch my arm but I brush her
