Chris walked into the underground area of the club that belonged to him. His dark eyes did not need the lights to know this place, he knew it like the back of his hands. The titled flooring in the corner, the stain on the wall where he was sitting. It was his first project.
This place had earned him the most and never disappointed him. He ignored it to behave more like those rich tycoons but now, he regrets it. Even now, this was the only place offering him support.
He sat on the large leather chair. Leaned on it and folded his legs. He raised a hand and a man offered him a cigarette. He took a whiff of it and exhaled. The smoke made him feel alive after a long time.
"We have found your mother, boss. She was in the church. We have sent a man to bring her. She would be here any moment." Chris nodded as he exhaled more. His body slowly started to relax.
