The Miles High Club Novels & Stories

★ HD Italian Clubhouse ~ The HD Italian Clubhouse was a two-story haven for the city's underworld. No ordinary man would be allowed into the clubhouse, because doing so would invite massacre by the top elites in the city. That was the number one rule among the men who ruled HD: "No one who isn't influential in the Mafia world should be let in, and anything that is said in HD stays."

"My cousin Joaquim opened a new elite club. He’s been howling at me for weeks to visit, and he’s cordoned off the most private VIP den in the house. We can dance, drink, and let the wolves out. What do you think?" "Sounds perfect, but what does that have to do with being airborne?" "The club is in the New York Sector." "New York?" I blinked at him. "You’re taking me to the High Council’s city?" "Dinner first in Manhattan, then the club." "You’re flying me across the coast for a first date?" I stared at him, stunned, as the Escalade pulled away from the curb. "Yes. Don't tell me you have a problem with the city." "I’ve only been once, when I was a yearling." I looked at him in confusion. "We’

From a distance, they looked like lionesses with wings. They did not look like gargoyles at all. The recreational club was built on a mountainside and next to a river. The luxury cars parked before it were too many to count. Perhaps due to it being located at the hot spring resort under Black Corporation, the recreational club’s business was really good. Its customers were all important people and spent a lot of money inside it. If Charmed was the Fritzgerald family’s underground money-printing machine, this club was the Fritzgerald family’s aboveground money-maker.

she says with an eye roll but I know she is happy that I am here to remind her to take care of herself. "Anything else I should write down in the 100 things to do in a club, super extra boring edition ,your bossiness"she says with a smile while I roll my eyes. "If not let's go and have some fun, miss no fun " she says pulling me deeper into the club, the club Deepest Desire was the most popular and exclusive club in New York City and it was packed to the max . We manage to find some seats by the bar and order some drinks , when our order finally arrives, Mia downs her drinks immediately like she has been dying of thirst in the Sahara desert.

Finally, the car pulled into the driveway of the Midnight Hustle. The men inside quickly took off their seatbelts and clambered out, taking deep breaths of air and trying hard to regulate their system from the hazardous driving they had just experienced. Liam stood by them, shaking his head in derision at their weakness, "I was not even going that fast," he muttered under his breath. Finally, the men were able to get their bearings. They stood beside the car and looked at the building where the club was situated. The Club was located on one of the high tier streets of Crestview, and boasted of customers with particularly fat wallets.

Alex waited approximately around 10 minutes before the enigmatic Adam Moreno Navarro came to the private room of this high-end gentlemen's club establishment. By members only, and the senior members vetted each new member. A challenging and competitive entrance system, which made this club called 'The Finest Hour,' had a massive success among the elites.

Club C had leveled up since my last visit in my past life. Back then, it had been a decent spot, a little underground, a little exclusive. Now, it was something else entirely—polished floors that reflected the neon lights, sleek high-end decor, and a crowd dripping with wealth and entitlement. This was the kind of place people bragged about getting into, the kind of club where tables cost more than rent. But to the rich, this was nothing. Just another night out.

Around a thousand people call Peach City home, and the area is sparse with a temperature about five degrees lower than Phoenix, which means it's still damn hot. The dusty dirt road leading up to the club is shit on a Harley and makes cleaning the filters regularly a must. We thump along over the ruts until the twelve inch wood posts supporting an iron script sign with the club's name comes into view. I stop and idle as the other four bikes pull up beside me. "Last chance to turn around," I tell Skull, Johns, Coke, and Vampire. My supporters. The men who are as fed up as I am. Skull brushes his fingers over his bald head before revving his engine. "We're with you, Dagger," he says when the no

asked Rebecca. The two ladies looked at her like they couldn’t believe she was talking to them. “Yes, young lady?” “What do you say about the Clubhouse?!" “Oh, you were listening to us!” Asked one of them. "Hey, you do know the club?” “Yes, I think so,” replied Rebecca. “It's a high-level place, isn't it? Their membership system, a membership card will cost tens of thousands, we ordinary people can't afford it," continued the woman. "Excuse me but, were you talking about the club? What happened to the man?"

Why? Not really sure what to say. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the hall of wherever he had brought me, sucking in a sharp exhale as I did. His words wrapped around me as I walked, but I pushed them out of my mind as I tried to navigate my way out of the building he had brought me to. I realized with just a few things I saw that it was Midnight Club, a popular clubhouse that serves as a bar, hotel, and club all three in one, and it was mostly frequented by bikers, racers, and all sorts of hooligans.