When I walked into the club, Carl was sitting in the VIP seat, his face tight and his eyes bloodshot. The group of guys, who usually carried themselves like royalty, were now standing stiffly, greeting me like I was their savior. They straightened up and said, "Hey, Madden." The girl sitting next to him panicked when she saw me. Her eyes turned red as she rushed to Carl. "Carlito, I'm back. Are you still going home with her?" I walked over and grabbed the wine bottle from the table. "Carl," I said, "You've got two choices: go home with me, or get a broken skull."
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