Third person's Pov It was night time, the clubhouse was alive with noise and activity. Music thumped through the speakers, loud enough to make the walls vibrate. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.In the center of the room, at a large round table, sat Clifford.He was a big man, broad-shouldered and thick-armed, with a face that looked like it had seen more than its fair share of fights. His hair was slicked back, and he wore a black suit that fit him perfectly.Around him sat several other men, all dressed similarly. They were laughing, drinking, and playing cards.The table was covered with cash, poker chips, and bottles of wine. Girls in skimpy dresses lingered around the table, giggling and refilling glasses whenever they ran low.Clifford had a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. He was grinning widely, clearly enjoying himself."Come on, boys," he said, his voice loud and rough even through the loud music "Le
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