Chapter eight

On the elevator buttons, the indicator shows,

Restaurant floor no 13

Bar and club floor no 13

Number thirteen is my lucky number today. I have a few hours before meeting Don Mauro.

This will be my teaser, my number one spot to see how I will spend what I have paid for before walking to Don Mauro.

I press the thirteen button, and the elevator closes down and moves.

When it reaches the thirteenth floor. I jump out of the elevator straight to the bar.

I don't waste time as I ask the bartender for a drink. “Can I have a bottle of the most expensive wine you have got?”

The Bartender walks back to the shelf. But before I take a seat. My jam is on. Sean Paul’s new reggae dancehall.

The beat coming from the club is extraordinary, mesmerizing, and making a calling for me.

I forget all about my request to the bartender.

And The next thing I know, I am trotting like a teenager into the club.

The club is heaven, an exquisite dancefloor. Side crowd tables.

Lights, people enjoying their