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William answered, finding it an appropriate name for their new club.
    “ Sins it is then.” They got into the vehicle, and Charles drove them through the desolate streets to their destination.
     
    ***
     
    Upon entering the shady bar called ‘Hookers’, they marched to the office of the man they needed to chat with, and William banged open the doors, which Charles closed behind them.
    An overweight, black-haired American lurched up from behind his desk as William went to him, pushing him down into his seat with a palm bracing his neck.
    “Mr. Markson, we need to talk,” William said.
    In a world where the toughest survive, William was used to exercising power with violence. This was what he thrived on.
    Charles, who was standing in front of the desk wearing a bored expression and leaning on his cane, continued, “We had a deal, and you didn’t come through.” Then he twisted the head of his cane and slid out the sabre, pointing the sharp end at Markson’s chest.
    Markson tried to wrench back from William’s hold, so William dug his fingers harder into his neck.
    “Ahhh! Tell William to back off,” Markson rasped.
    “No,” Charles answered evenly, sabre in place but not piercing the man’s skin. “Where’s the liquor you promised me?”
    Charles and William didn’t have a liquor license for the sex club, which was an illegal establishment just like the fight club. Even the gaming club’s legal liquor license didn’t get them enough alcohol for all their customers. They always had to buy spirits on the black market because the Anti-Saloon League was trying to keep establishments from selling liquor, and the state was decreasing the amount of alcohol that was allowed to be imported every month.
    Now, they needed a great deal of expensive whiskey and champagne for the opening of Sins. Only, the risk with buying on the black market was that they had to deal with a lot of dodgy men and untrustworthy partners, such as Markson.
    “It’s been difficult, Charles. I was just about to contact you.”
    Charles and William’s gazes clashed for a second, and then William grabbed Markson’s hair, tugging it back and stretching his neck as Charles skimmed his sabre up to his throat.
    “Don’t lie to us! It’s the night before the opening. When were you supposedly going to contact us? You received a batch of liquor last week. Where is it?” William demanded to know.
    Markson’s heavy breaths came more sporadic, but he kept quiet, which earned him a blow to his nose, blood streaming down his lips and chin as William released his hair.
    Charles let the tip of his sword rest on the desk and stared off into the distance, acting utterly bored. “William isn’t a patient man, so I’d answer if I were you. Where is my alcohol?”
    Markson grimaced from the pain. “I had to use it for my own bar.”
    “Why?” William cracked his knuckles, still standing next to Markson’s chair.
    “Because it’s becoming more difficult to get whiskey. The government is all over us distributors – especially the black market distributors. I was going to replenish your liquor with a batch of mine. But my batch never came through.”
    “This is a problem for me, Markson,” Charles stated. “I still need it. Tonight.”
    Markson was about to protest when William grabbed his collar and hauled him up, slamming him against the wall. “Don’t you dare give us any excuses. What can you get us right now?”
    “I-I don’t know,” he stammered, lying to them.
    William’s fist connected with Markson’s mouth. “How much do you have in your bar?”
    Markson spit out blood. “Maybe...five hundred bottles.”
    “Well, those five hundred are ours as of now. And since the batch we paid for should’ve contained a thousand bottles, you owe us half of our money back. I want it within a week or I’ll be visiting you again. And next time, I won’t be so nice.” William pulled Markson forward slightly and knocked him back once more