Chapter 143

Victor stood outside the club, his scowl deepening. They were actually going through with Clarke's plan. After all the lies he'd told them, he thought they'd dismiss him, yet here he was.

Clarke had said Caesar's right-hand man came to this club every afternoon. The catch? Only one of them could go in without raising suspicion. And of course, they picked Victor.

He laid his hand over the transmitter in his ear and growled, "Why do you always pick me?"

Enoch's voice crackled through the airpod. "You're the one who knows how dealers move. You've been in the game."

Victor scowled. "What does that even mean?"

Before Enoch could answer, Stephen interrupted him. "Focus. We don't have time for this.

Sighing, Victor adjusted his jacket, then strode toward the door. Just as he reached it, a huge bouncer stepped in his way, blocking him. "Entry card," the bouncer grunted, arms crossed.

Victor forced a smile. "Uh, about that. I kind of lost it. But maybe we could work something out." He reached
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