Chapter 38

One of them pulled out his phone and went to a corner to make a phone call. He returned less than thirty seconds later to lead her inside the club.

The day was still bright for there to be any party, so she wasn’t surprised to see the place quite empty.

Asides from the two bartenders at the counter, some heavily tattooed boys and girls lying on the couch unconscious and the rest patrolling the place with lit cigarettes in-between their lips.

Sergei Petrovich had a scantily dressed girl on his thighs when Elizabeth was led into the private room he was in.

Despite her coming in, he continued his business with the girl.

Elizabeth took her seat and watched them in silence with a straight face until the man zipped up his zipper and nudged his head at the girl to leave.

He then got up to pour himself a drink. As he walked towards the counter, she couldnd help noticing he winced with every step he took.

He picked up bottle of whiskey and two glasses before walking back to her.

“Siste