"Hope I wasn't late for the party?" Dante asked, making eye contact with Donnero.
Chills ran down Donnero's spine as soon as he made eye contact with Dante. He didn't expect Dante to show up at his brothel with his men. No one needed to tell him for him to know that Dante's presence in his brothel wasn't good news.
"Dante," he called, his throat tight with fear.
"I got information that you've been running a brothel here, Donnero, under my nose, in my very own city," Dante said as he scanned the place once again.
The performers had all stopped and were standing on the stage, fear written all over their faces. The audience was all staring at him, some already sweating buckets from having recognized him, and then some who just wished to vanish from here with their reputation intact.
"I didn't expect you to have such important people pay for your services, Donnero."
Donnero's lips twitched.
