King
After meeting Gray at the clubhouse and confirming my prey's location, I pull up in front of "The Pink Dollhouse" in one of the club's cars. It's a black sedan with fake plates, something that doesn't draw attention and is easy to dispose of if needed.
I step out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of my black suit as I take in the building. The neon lights flicker, casting a lurid glow over the entrance, where a stream of men line in, their faces full of anticipation and something darker. It's that time of night when the strip club starts coming to life, deprived bastards crawling in to see p***y they'll never be able to touch.
Inside, I access my surroundings, taking in everything in a split second. The exits, the dark corners, the places I can get the job done without anyone notic
