The strobe lights of the private club in LA periodically lit up the space in bursts of neon green, purple, and electric blue.
The sounds of music, laughter, and drunken conversations were mingling together, as the air was thick with the smoke of imported cigars, vapes and hookahs.
As a wise person has rightly said, in a social gathering, everyone tends to gravitate towards power and money… and Rudy Devonne had plenty of both.
He was leaning back on the couch, which seemed more like a throne to suit his royal persona. He had recently returned from Italy, and his custom-made Italian leather shoes, a snakeskin belt and matching watch strap were the subtle indicators of wealth for anyone who cared to notice… which actually included every single person in the room.
Rudy casually sipped
