ked up a late night cash shift at a warehouse and w

e moment he swiped his MetroCard, the stoic, gentle

tion and walked into the private underground garage of a to

suite. Inside, a tailor and

flannel and heavy boots. He washed

Patek Philippe watch around his thick wrist. He stared at his reflection in the floor to ce

lack Maybach sat idling. His driver opened the

ily guarded entrance of The Pinnacle Club. The valet rushed fo

pensive leather shoes clicked against the marble. The wealthy patrons

nd walked straight to the sec

layboy, and Eliot Barr, a cold, calculat

. He mocked Augustine, asking if the workahol

e table. Eliot adjusted his gold rimmed glasses, his eyes narrowing as he felt the su

up the crystal glass. His dark eyes

cked onto t

completely drunk. He had his arm wrapped around a blonde

igid, stuck up bitch. He bragged that once her father starved he

AC

e's hand shattered. Whiskey and gla

raylon and Eliot stopped breathing. They star

the blood. He unbuttoned his suit jacket with one

ort away and stumbled toward the back

a shadow, tracking

tting garbage and rain water. The only light c

all. He fumbled with a gold lighter, b

luminated a massive hand re

loved hand clamped ar

tine lifted Jordon entirely off his feet an

rced from Jordon's lungs. He clawed frantically at the iron gri

fist back and drove it dire

er's block. Jordon's eyes bulged from his skull. Bile

mpled to the wet asphalt, gasping

his expensive shoe down hard against the side of J

his shattered kneecap, ro

his head back. He stood with his back to the streetlam

ttural growl, making it completely unrecognizable as his own. The sound scraped against the brick wal

He couldn't see his attacker, but the sheer terr

g a white silk handkerchief from his breast pocket. He meti

led silk directly

and melted back into the shadows, lea

e club, seamlessly melting back into the am