Club Onyx Dallas Texas Novels & Stories

I hope. Dallas shrugged. “OK, whatever you say. If that’s the end, that’s the end. So, what are you up to today?” “I have the morning off, then I go to work. You?” Dallas sighed. “I have that guy from Atlanta coming into town tonight, and he wants to go out clubbing.” “On a Wednesday?” “I know, right? But he needs protection, so it’ll probably be an all-nighter at bars and strip clubs, watching his back.”

Minus Forcing myself to compartmentalize my emotions surrounding Cricket and my chance to be with her alone tomorrow night, I followed Clutch to our destination. We pulled up to the Nine Ball just after ten o’ clock and the place was already looking pretty lively. Bikes, low riders, and vintage custom trucks filled the parking lot. The Saints, The Apex Predators, and the older clubs in town still held sway, but according to Clutch, Los Psychos, the area’s newest club, had recently gained in numbers significantly, and all but taken over this, and several other spots.

Lia stared at the screen, heart pounding so hard she thought it might break through her ribs. "Blocking me won't work, sweetheart. We need to talk. Tomorrow. The Onyx Club. 8 PM. Don't make me come find you." The Onyx Club. Lia had heard whispers about that place. Underground casino and club downtown. Where rich people went to do illegal things. Drugs. Gambling. Worse. She'd never been there. I would never go there. Except now Caspian was telling her to show up. She should ignore it.

She’s in full mother tiger mode. The talk with Linc goes as well as I expected. It ends with me sitting in the living room with my head back trying to keep my bloody nose from making a mess. I refused to defend myself because I completely understand his anger. Beth, the baby, and Shelby are next door. They’ll stay on Shelby’s side of the duplex until Dax arrives. Dax is another thing my brother’s angry about. Dax is the president of Desert Crows, an outlaw motorcycle club in Arizona. They have close ties with Moon’s organization but it’s not widely known. If Gimonde gets anywhere near the Crows’ compound, Dax and his men will defend their territory to the death.

Well you were the one who told me that your ten-year drought broke because a basement servant put on a short dress?" Liam swiveled his tumbler of crystal-clear ice, the single amber splash of luxury bourbon washing against the sides with a rhythmic clink that was entirely lost beneath the heavy bass thumping through the floorboards of the Onyx Lounge. We were tucked deep inside the club's most exclusive VIP alcove, a hidden enclave of dark mahogany panels, plush leather, and heavy velvet drapes that kept the flashing neon strobe lights of the main dance floor at a safe, elite distance.

She rubbed her hands as she inhaled sharply, she was dressed in a simple blue jumpsuit. "Come on in.." Xander invited as they all walked into the club. The music was loud and pulsing, and the lights were flashing in every direction. People were laughing and dancing, and the whole place was alive with energy. Layla was overwhelmed as she looked around. This was her first time visiting a club. She could tell this was no ordinary club, judging from the people she saw. They were all rich folks everywhere. Xander led them to a quiet corner and Nolan went to sit down immediately, he brought out a packet of cigarettes from his pockets which he began to descend on.

While they walked, they even bickered the same way we all did. “Luna, Beta, Gamma.” I heard Roman and Moxley greet them as they emerged through the door into the hall. I heard the voices of Halas and Easton right after, confirming the plan worked. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” --- The music was loud, the bass pumping so hard you could feel it a block away. Luckily for us, daddy owned this club with Uncle Nate. It was one of their many side businesses they had along with their construction company. I knew all the bouncers since I would visit daddy at work after school when there was nothing to do. This was a club solely for the supernatural, so if you were human, you were denied access or

Then again, I’m from the outskirts of Dallas, might be a downtown thing. “No, there is an underground tunnel system in Dallas. Hardly used these days, but it is convenient for vampires who can not be in the sun. Consider it a vampire clubhouse.” He laughed to himself. “You need to make some friends with the living sir, your jokes need some help. Updates to the 21st century. How long have we had tunnels? I’ve never even heard of that before.” “I’m not sure, but –“ Mitchell started. I might have tuned him out. I do that sometimes.

“What kind of club is this that you own, Blake exactly?” I smirk; it’s going to be a first for Roxy. “It’s a club where anything goes. Men and women sometimes wear a mask and hook up with each other. It keeps the anonymity. The annual f*e is extortionate to keep riff-raff out. Mostly politicians, sports people, celebs, all the kind of people who have a king and don’t want to be known for them. She looks almost shocked. “Are you taking me to a dungeon club? Is that what it is? Shit, I’ve never been to one before. It’s kind of exciting. Are you going to wear a mask?” she asks licking her lips.

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh