Chapter Sixty-TwoClub 13! was a different place at night. Bruno the bouncer glared at me when I approached, but stepped aside for me to pass, no doubt to avoid me causing a scene.
I stopped beside him, gave a sweet smile. His scowl deepened. His tattoos gave him a menacing air, and the preternatural angle strengthened it.
“Wada you want?”
“Just soaking in your sunny disposition.” His scowl, if possible, darkened even more. I swallowed a chuckle and said, “A tall dude with an attitude like yours will come and ask for me. I'd appreciate if you let him know I'll be at the back.”
“Do I look like a maître d?” he snapped.
I patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks, Bruno, you're such a doll,” I called as I stepped inside.
The music was loud, thumpy and headachy. However, there were no flashing
