Leonard didn't knock, King had told him the door only locked from the outside he didn't need to. King had just updated him on the fact that the little hunt he did regarding Xavier, and the talk and scare they had didn't work.
Leonard hated how Xavier didn't listen. How his plans were crashing, he didn't plan to babysit a former mafia boss.
He broke the door open with one sharp kick, the music stopped and so did the lights.
The rotted frame cracked and slammed against the inner wall, startling everyone inside.
The room air reeked of alcohol, smoke, and weed, the expensive and weird kind. A dim lightbulb flickered overhead.
Xavier was sprawled on a torn couch, shirt halfway open, bottle in hand, surrounded by three women dressed like the night was still young. They had feathers and glitter all over them.
Two were on his lap, one danced lazily in the corner, laughing like she was already drunk.
