“Yes, he did, and thank f**k for that,” Ren’s deep voice is loud as we enter the dark place.
“I am calling dibs on the sound,” Gabriel declares as we enter the Azure.
“As long as I don’t have to listen to that damn classical s**t,” Ren says, putting on the lights. The smell of new leather and paint hits my nose as the blue glow brings life to the darkened space.
“The glass is remote controlled. I need to get the remote, give me a minute. Help yourselves to a drink,” Ren states as he disappears to what looks like a big ballroom.
“I have a little present for you guys. Wait here,” Gabriel declares, and I watch him walk with ease and familiarity through the back of the club. His big shoulders and tall body are a wonder to the short kid with keen eyes I met all those years ago. It isn’t the
