TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence
ADRIANO
Stressing out over whether Moxi was all right or not, we made our way to Moxi’s Strip Club. She was the kind of woman who knew how to own a room and entertain like a star. Every last customer who stepped into her club was a VIP guest. Didn’t matter how much money you were packing or what you looked like, she accepted you and treated you like a boss.
Moxi was more than a business partner to me; she was a good friend and a part of the family. No bone in my body wanted to lose a headstrong girl like her.
Stepping into the club, I was met with complete chaos and the scent of gunpowder and candy perfume. The whole room was trashed, from its red velvet VIP rooms to its matching black leather booths. The black curtains were torn, and the platform sta
