Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20170320024500/@comment-25924729-20170521074413

The thugs paid Ixina little attention, except to shove her roughly in the back, a sign to shut up and keep walking. Seeing this, Dalton growled a warning, earning himself an air sucking punch to the gut which silenced him too.

Ashe led them to the building's second floor, where the private lounges were. One door in particular had two guards standing outside it. Ashe spoke to them and the guards nodded, letting them in.

Upon entry, they were greeted by a small, dim room with a glass table in its center, plush sofas surrounding 3 walls and a large karaoke set on the fourth. Seated on the couch was a bearded man with slick hair, a white shirt, smelled of alcohol and had a young girl wrapped in each arm. The infamous Boss Riley, leader of the MJ Radio gang.

Upon seeing Ashe, he grunted and dismissed his companions. The young man quickly explained the situation to his boss, who regarded the couple with a sneer.

"You know what i hate most, Mr Locker? Spies, yeah scum like you..."

Dalton started to say something in protest, only to be smashed with an iron bar behind his head. He slumped on the table, groaning in pain, blood streaking down his face.

When Riley spoke again, his voice was calm, but menacing. "I'll make this clear wise guy, open your mouth again, and i wanna hear no complains, only answers. Right now you're gonna tell me who you work for boy, and what the hell they want. Then maybe i'll consider not killing you and your lil' girlfriend here."