For the umpteenth time in less than one hour, Malcolm subdued the urge to look at his watch again. He had trouble hiding his agitation as he was anxious to see Venus. He knew Simon and Hunter were probably picking up on the fact that he wasn’t focused on what he should be focused on, despite his best efforts to hide his preoccupation. Instead of wondering what was taking Venus so long to get to the club, he should be giving instructions on how to handle an issue that needed urgent action.
A quick glance to the right confirmed that Mason his number two, damn the fucker, was lurking in the shadows, and knew exactly where Malcolm’s mind was and it wasn’t on one Walter Wallace or the prissy prosecutor hellbent on taking shots at Malcolm.
The two other members of his inner circle, Justin and
