DANTE
My father always wanted me to take over after his death, but I wasn’t sure it was my path, not until after my mother’s death. Then everything changed.
Inside, the smell of smoke and sweat permeates the air, clinging to my lungs with each breath I take. The place doesn’t open for a couple more hours, so I don’t have to worry about any patrons seeing something they shouldn’t. Naked women scurry out of my way as we walk through the dimly lit bar and stage area. Roberto’s office is just down the hall, so that’s where I’m headed.
Reaching the door, I pause for half a second before I twist the knob and shove it hard, sending it flying open. What can I say, I like to make an entrance!
Roberto’s beady eyes widen with shock as he scurries from behind his desk, the shock giving way to fear
