Flashback!

Pablo sipped his drink as he watched Lisa climb up the stairs, she'd been docile ever since he hit her yesterday. Though he didn't miss the deadly glances she sent him occasionally.

He grimaced at the name of the casino 'Sculpted'. It was an undercover casino, a hotel to novices. Perfect for secret games.

Pablo turned to look around. He winced as pain surged through his head, he fingered the stupid bandage that was placed around his head. Yesterday, he'd bled so much that he passed out.

He was sitting at the bar which was quite deserted, everyone was at the dancefloor. It was still 11.30pm. The reason he'd come here was because of this nasty client of theirs: Nathan Corbels.

Pablo adjusted his glasses and fake moustache. He'd deliberately avoided the gambling tables, didn't want anyone to recognize him here. Vic was probably still boiling.

Pablo smirked. Bloody fool!

He took up his phone to check out the message from Braddock.

'The police are on the highway, they're searching each
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