Collin’s POV

Alighting from my sleek Camry car, I removed my glasses and shifted my gaze at the enormous brothel in front of me. My bodyguard alighted as well, and I glanced at him and asked, “What time is it?”

“It’s nine thirty, Sir.” He replied instantly, and I nodded, sweeping my gaze across the surrounding area.

Smoothening my tailored suit, I walked in confidently as possible with a stern gaze. 

I had my hair neatly permed and dyed. I walked into the brothel. The pounding bass of the club music felt like it was vibrating through my bones..

The bar was crowded with people drinking and talking. Strippers danced...