A pevert

We reached the said Motel within twenty minutes, it was still raining. It was a small two story building with a the words Motel written on top in neon colours with disco lights on every angles.

I grimaced at the sight in front of me.

So tacky.

Harold strode forward as I raced to keep my pace with him, specially for the umbrella as he was holding the shaft of the umbrella.

He closed the umbrella as we reached inside the motel. We walked towards the reception as I looked around the interior. This motel was too old, with the creaked old wooden doors with a cracked wooden staircase. The ceiling also had some cracks as the water droplets were tipping down on us.

Even the customers in here looked terrifying. At the sides of the staircase and on the corridors were big bulky men, wearing a tank top and ripped jeans, tattoos all over their arm. They also had the piercings in their ears and nose.

They looked like a cheap gangsters.

But no worry.

I have a mafia king with me.

I scoffed inwardly.