Bomber gazed at the tarp covered corner of the club. Anilia had told the contractors to get started on the VIP lounge and Bomber’s office. They had finished the bottom floor of the entrance, the bathrooms, and some sitting areas. There was no furniture, but the DJ’s were still on the scaffolding. However, after seeing the plans, they were excited. They would have two walls to their backs, instead of just one wall at their sides. Bomber had said what he wanted for his office which would be in the club, just above the VIP lounge. Then he could pick what he wanted for the night, bring them upstairs, and feed at his leisure.
The music wasn’t very loud – it was a Monday night, after all. He had a skeleton crew, and was planning on closing an hour early. He’d discussed hours, and schedules, and other things with Anilia. Anilia had wanted to change a few things, but never did because she was afraid of Jacmes. Like she had wanted to even close Monday nights, but Bomber said they needed to be open at least until midnight, if they were going to present themselves as a “Rack”.
The kids who came in were pretty low key, and not many Bitten came on Mondays. He usually took from Lorenco and that was enough for him, though if no one approached him, he usually looked for something around ten or eleven, not that it was necessary. By midnight he was home with Lorenco. A nice, easy routine.
Which meant a shoe was going to drop soon.
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There’s more coming. I’m just too damn tired.