Chapter 182. Scare

I get to Cal's casino bar in record time. I hate when he is enigmatic in text messages, but since our businesses have to be kept in the dark, I can't blame him for not telling me right away what the problem is. The urgency in his words made my skin crawl, but I have no idea what to expect when I walk into his bar.

His guys gesture for me toward the basement, a place I have been only twice ever since I met him. Both times weren't for nice businesses. That's where he deals with dirty shit, in all senses of the word. My stomach is twisting as my footsteps echo through the empty, sultry hallways. I bump into a few other men who seem to be guarding the place, and that only makes me anticipate even more what I am about to find.

When I reach the last door to my left, I encounter a scene that isn't at all unfamiliar to me. A young man who seems to be in his early thirties is tied to a metal chair, his arms and legs wrapped with tight ropes. The room is dark, but I can see hi