Chapter SixThe sun had set on The City of Angels giving birth to a night as dark and as cold as a pimp’s heart. Brolic and Zonyai leaned against his Maserati taking in the view of the city from atop of a mountain as he took swigs from a bottle of Belvedere. The lights of the corrupted city below looked beautiful. It almost resembled New York City at the moment.
“Damn, look at her…ain’t she beautiful?” Zonyai looked from the city to Brolic then back again, his hands stashed inside of the pockets of his slacks. A smile was plastered on his face. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back, inhaling the fresh cool air and feeling the breeze on his face.
“Who?” Brolic’s face twisted with wonder. He was s**t faced and that wasn’t hard to tell. He looked all around. “Ain’t nobody up here, but y
