Club Onyx Philadelphia Pa Novels & Stories

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

"A moment, boss." I didn’t have a moment. I didn’t have patience. Not when it came to her. Seconds ticked by, each one a lifetime, my fingers tightening around the phone, my knuckles white. The room around me blurred, the faces of the clan leaders fading into the background as I waited, my breath sharp, my pulse pounding in my ears. Then, Onyx." The name hit me like a physical blow. Onyx. The club was a den of sin and seduction, a place where the elite went to lose themselves. Where the music was loud, the lights were low, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and whiskey and desire.