Bab 52: Chapter 52

As Luke approached the club, everything felt off. The lingering smell of diesel fuel and crisp night air filled his senses as he crossed the busy Chicago street, making him a little woozy. Maybe it was also the booze that was finally reaching his brain, making everything look like a funhouse mirror. Or maybe it was his stomach was doing flips that had his nerves on edge. There was definitely a hangover coming his way. That is if he made it out alive tonight at all. He was sure he was going to be sick from too much drinking, and the fact he had no idea what he would do when he entered that club. Someone would listen tonight. They had to.

Passing right through the VIP entrance, no one even attempted to stop him. When a guard finally stepped up, he shoved him away.

"Get the fuck out of my way, you rent-a-cop wannabe. I'm here to see... (hiccup)… Roman."

"The boss is busy in his office. No guests," the main grumbled as Luke fell into him, staggering and belligerent.