Chapter Nine
After weeks of private contractor nightmares, zoning snafus, and more bribes and threats than Gabriel had ever dispensed, the renovations on the club formerly known as Bloodbath were nearly complete.
The main level was gorgeous, the epitome of luxury in a palette of deep blacks and rich creams, set up with a mix of cocktail tables and soft leather booths, two fully stocked bars, and a gleaming, multi-level dance floor made of polished black marble.
He’d kept the VIP rooms, redesigning them in the same exquisite colors, with large, tinted windows and a balcony that wrapped around the entire upper level and overlooked the main floor. The wine cellar reminded him of the Prohibition days, the original brickwork tunnels re-excavated and fitted with recessed lighting and new maho
