Chapter 144

The car screeched to a stop in front of the club, and immediately, he heard his soldiers jumping down from the truck and vehicles just behind him and Maximo's ride. He was out in seconds, the goons taking their place in front of him as he walked in, pulling the gun out of his side.

He looked up, seeing the bouncers at the pub entrance, on alert, hands on the trigger, waiting for a provocation.

He heard the gunshots and sighed upon hearing the bouncers drop; he didn't spare the dead bodies a glance as he walked over them, now in the pub, where some of his men waited by the door.

The club was filled to the brim, as expected, and the stage had strippers sliding up and down the poles with music blaring from speakers—the rowdy mess of people bumping against each other, oblivious of what was about to happen.

But he didn't need them, Zayne sniffled; he didn't come for them.

He shot the gun in the air twice in succession, and soon, the screams of people went up just a