CHAPTER 9.
Ghost walked into the clubhouse, taking the elevator to the 5th floor.
When the elevator door opened, he got ushered into a room, with music, drinks, and bitches. The neon light reflected on his black tux and his face. The alluring smell of blunt hit him, teasing his insides. He wasn't an addict, but an avid lover.
He sighted Don Carianno in the middle of the frenzy and he went to join him on the couch.
"Ghost, my boy," Don Carianno let out a guffaw, gesturing to him to sit.
"I see you got the party going without me," Ghost chuckled, letting his eyes roam the place. It wasn't his first time being here. But he could make counts.
This was one of Don Carianno's private properties and you don't get to unwind here unless you got an invitation. Like the text he got from him.
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