C32 The Price of Loyalty

Frustration gnawed at Dante as he pushed through the club doors. It was one of the clubs owned by Dante. It pulsed through the polished streets of Willow Creek's posh district. Neon signs cast a garish glow on the manicured lawns and towering oaks.

The usual thrumming music and flashing lights did little to lift his mood. Just a few hours ago