46~ Why, Blake?

Vincenzo walked into the clubhouse house alone. He didn't want to pull attention, he was just going to confront Mr Blake and get to know why he had killed his mother.

So, he set into the noisy building while his men stayed back in the cars, waiting for his orders. One of his spies whispered in his ear that Mr Blake was having a meeting with his friends who are also Mafia Lords.

His spy directed him to the room where Mr Blake was, "I'll take it from here." He said and the soy nodded his head before leaving.

He knocked on the door. The first two times, there came no response from the inside. When he was about to offer the third knock, some one opened the door. He gazed at him from head to toe, "Who are you? How may we help you?" Asked the gentleman at the door.

"I'm looking for Blake Shelton." Vincenzo simply said.

"What's your business with him?"

"My business with him is none of your business. Let me in if he is in there."

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr Blake isn't available at the moment. And s