Scapegoat

When the doors to club DareDevil opened and Zane walked into the main hall with Yoko, and thirty men, the music died down and the dudes there all turned to look at him.

For a club and casino, it looked kind of sketchy tonight because there were no females or workers, and the room was full of males that seemed drawn to the sight of Zane.

With each step he and his men took further into the room, their eyes were following him and they had this malicious look on their faces.

“Boss, this feels like a trap,” Yoko whispered, walking closed by Zane as three of their men walked in a shield position around Zane, putting him in the middle of all four of them.

“It is a trap. The bread crumbs that were left behind by Sebastian weren’t him being sloppy and stupid. It was a well-planned trap to get me here. I can see that now.” Zane mumbled, his face lost in emotion.

“If that’s the case, we need to get you out of here-“

“Sebastian is over there, to our right, at the Black Jack table.”

Silently, Yok