Chapter 446. Hila Gears Up

Hila

The message from the Monk had fixed it.

A couple of snaps, of Moshe, sitting, staring blankly into space while a hand rested on his shoulder, a hand with a syringe, had alarmed her sufficiently.

Moving quickly, the assassin had gotten on the job, trying to find a weak link. For the Monk had been clear. Get into Lucien Delano’s newest Club.

It was common knowledge that it was to be the grandest, the largest, and the most exotic of all his Clubs, even more, magnificent than the one in the city, his flagship Gentlemen’s Club, even more, flamboyant than the second one he was planning to open in a few months, away from the city, in another district.

And since the Delano Mob was behind this, everyone knew that money would be thrown about with no hesitation. For the Mafia Don was one who believed in the Best.

Rumours had it that oil-rich sheikhs, tycoons from across the world as well as politicians, cutting across political parties,