Chapter - 309
The bass was a physical force. It thumped against Rick's chest, rattling the stitches in his forehead and vibrating the expensive leather of the VIP booth.
The club was called 'The Apex'. It was the kind of place where a bottle of water cost twenty dollars and the air was 40% oxygen, 60% expensive perfume. Lasers cut through the smoke, illuminating a writhing sea of bodies on the dance floor.
Rick sat in the center of the booth, leaning back, his arms spread across the back of the sofa. He was wearing a new suit—this one a deep midnight blue, purchased an hour ago with the kind of reckless spending that triggered fraud alerts. On his wrist, replacing the shattered Rolex, was a Patek Philippe Nautilus, a heavy, understated slab of wealth he'd picked up just because he could.
