Date with Brennon

Elina followed the man in a suit who appeared to be a guard of Brennon. Taking her to where he was seated. The smoke of cigarettes, and other harmful drugs. Filled the air as she walked further into the bar. This place was discreet. There was a curtain at each corner. There was no stripper's insight. But she was uncomfortable with the smoke, filling her nostrils. "He"s in here, ma"am." Elina nodded. And breathed in. This was it. She steps in while sliding the curtain. He was alone, seated in the long chair. He held a pipe in his mouth and there was a gun on the table. He looked young for an old man like him. How come he looks so young? Like a man in his early forties. He should be counting sixties now. Maybe he wasn"t up, she was just overreacting.Capítulo anterior33/73Siguiente capítulo