Chapter 21

Elio Sanchez's black shoes were the first thing to get out of the car, followed by his long legs, before his entire body showed itself as he got down from his brand new Ferrari he had just gotten a week ago, courtesy of the profit from his clubhouse. A clubhouse he now stood in front of. He checked out the time from his gold expensive wristwatch and saw that it was only fifteen minutes past eight, despite how tired he was. And he should be since he had just returned from a business trip to Miami. The valet rushed to him and Elio threw the car key to the man, then walked into the club. He winced at the effect of the loud blaring sound to his ears. He didn't fail to see how his black three-piece suit stood off from the regular jeans and polo most people wore. He was like the sore eyes to the crowd, just like he was in his family, Elio thought as he sighed.

After he had argued with his father that morning about seven years ago, Elio had gone to stay with uncle