#Chapter59

"Harry, where the fuck did you find this shit" I exclaim throwing the folder right at his face like some dirty rubbish ready for disposal. Harry doesn't even make a move as he stands there surprised and above all pissed out of his mind once he realises that this is some fucked up scam.

I don't waste any more time standing in this room with him, I rush out and head into the club and burst into every room possible looking for her. Each room has its own theme whether it's a room for private sessions or just a simple lounge to hang around in.

As I barge through...