Mechelle's POV
RED BLOOD PACK, Southside Bar.
Due to the rain, nightfall arrived earlier than usual, but it didn't affect the business at the bar. The hall was filled with heavy metal music, assaulting everyone's eardrums. Seductive women moved through the bustling crowd with smiles, occasionally targeting their next prey.
I knew the layout of Southside Bar well. Upon entering the hall, I headed straight for Lucas's office upstairs. This time, Shelly didn't stop me; she simply informed me that Lucas was seriously ill and might not make it through the winter.
I was shaken, staring at Shelly in disbelief. Though I hadn't interacted with Lucas much, he always gave me a sense of warmth, like family.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Lung cancer. Terminal stage," Shelly said succinctly, summoning all her courage. She had been by Lucas's side for years. Without him, she might have ended up on the streets, even lower than where she started.
