Blood Vengeance; a mafia romance story
A nightclub.
The music is deep, controlled, and vibrating. One that doesn’t just serve the ears but vibrates in your chest and bones. The lights are deliberately low, LED strips embedded in floors, walls, and bar edges. Spotlights never fully illuminate faces, like it’s screaming, “your secrets are safe with me.”
I look around, spotting a couple of familiar faces I’ve seen on TV. These are celebrities, models, executives, etc.
Everybody looked dressed for perfection.
My pair of trousers and tank top give me away.