Bruno

I lounged in the booth, two blondes draped over me, hands roaming as I sipped whiskey to numb Aleksei's threats and that botched drop. Trap beats thumped, smoke thick, bodies grinding under strobing lights. My eyes sliced through the crowd—Marko's little sister Jessica, wild in a top and ripped jeans, laughing while some sleazy prick groped her hips. I shoved the girls off, rising up, voice gravel-deep: "What the fuck is little bird doin' here... with that clown?"