Chapter 135

• Writer's POV:
• Armand stared down at the huge men that held him up against the wall. Never had he been more afraid in his life. He always was. Especially when he knew he'd failed to do something for the big boss. What did he expect? That he could tunnel money from the Chicago cartel into his own personal account without being caught? Without paying? He was a coward. A stupid one. And he was going to suffer the consequences.
• The loud music and partying from the hall covered his pleas for mercy when the men began to punch him. He couldn't be heard. Especially from behind the main house. He was sure to die that night.