"Mister! Hey, mister!" Reinhart said as he tapped Trevor's face. Trevor slowly opened his eyes and blinked. He groaned when he felt pain in his back. Trevor slowly sat and looked at Reinhart in front of him.
"How long?" he asked.
"About five minutes," Reinhart said. Trevor cursed. "I don't know what happened between you two, but I need to know where he was taking my friend?" he added, and grabbed him by the arm. Trevor glared and slapped it away.
"Do you think I know?" he angrily replied and stood up, pulling out a shard of glass stuck in his arm. Blood spurted, but his wound immediately healed.
"It would be best if you leave the club, sir," the bouncer said after regaining consciousness. Trevor muttered strings of curses and followed the bouncers leaving the club. But he wanted to k
