Chapter 96

Fred's POV

"I want all these people out of here," I asked in tone of order, out loud. "And I want the police on their way.”

Bruce turned totally to me, without making any gesture to move my hand away from his shoulder, but with such a peculiar boldness in his eyes, that he almost looked like a feline in front of his prey. Little did he know.

"You don't give me orders, Mr. Hanson.”

"I didn't talk to you.”

Bruce watched my back, where Tyler should be, but now he was marching to the DJ's table. As soon as he reached the place and turned off the music, pulling wires and producing a high-pitched hum in everyone's ear, the lights turned on and the doors were opened for good. My security guards came in, grumaging to expel customers.

At first, some thought it was a joke. On the days when the nightclub worked as a nightclub for ordinary people, the drink was released, so many were drunk. Those who were laughing were personally escorted out. The others trip