Dominick's POV
After a few minutes, we arrived at the club. Before I could walk off with Selene, I turned to Alen and Luna. "Remember to be low-key. I don't want the press running some news that you cheated or something," I instructed before walking away.
I was actually here to check on the shipment I asked Selene to take care of. My clients were growing impatient, and I needed to supply them with their weapons.
"Over here, boss," she motioned at the array of weaponry scattered on the table once we got to the underground basement.
"This is fucking great. I could have actually lost it if you hadn't taken care of this. Call our clients and tell them their orders will soon be met," I instructed.
"Yes, boss," Selene nodded and started dialing the numbers.
"I've informed them, boss, and they're ready to receive it," Selene said.
"Alright, inform Alen and tell him to take care of it," I replied.
"Yes, sir," she nodded.
