"Where are my weapons?"
I looked around the room as if trying to find where Makary hid the guns I requested over the phone a mere fewteen hours ago.
"Weapons, right…" the man muttered, his eyes dancing around for a second before regaining their usual, cold focus. "Not here. Even I'm not that influential to keep proper guns out in the open. "
Makary stood up from his usual spot behind the mahogany desk and got closer. Yet, rather than offering a handshake, he simply passed by and left the room while waving at us to follow him.
Having no better option but to silently follow the man, I grabbed Fay's hand and threw a sweeping glance as if to warn all the men nearby to stop looking at her before letting Makary guide my steps.
Soon, we dived deep into the underbelly of the club. And when we started to go down the stairs, move all the way down the corridor only to then move down again…
