In a gentleman's club out in the town, Quinn stepped out of his carriage. Without having to ask around, he knew that Kyle would be here with his friends, either drinking or spending too much money.
Quinn entered the gentleman's club alone without guards at his side. He wanted to be alone, and there was no doubt in his mind that if he walked with guards, they would report back to Damien.
Quinn searched the gentleman's club for Kyle and immediately spotted him among a group of young men.
"Get me a rum," Quinn said to a worker walking by.
"Right away."
Quinn kept his gaze set on Kyle as he slowly approached.
Once close enough, Quinn stood behind Kyle and watched the game of cards he was losing.
"Your decisions trouble me, brother," Quinn said, resting his hand on Kyle's shoulder.
Kyle froze and lowered the cards in his hands back down onto the table. He forced a smile and turned around to face Quinn. "Quinn, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at dinner?"
