CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
“So good news, our target cop is already on his way to d**k ‘N’ Stuff. But ever greater news, who wants a shot?” Rania questioned as she peeked her head in between the two front seats. We were all ready at the packing lot of the club and with it being a Friday night, there were already many people going in. Sure, it was a gay club but one or two girls were in the line because well, it served the best cocktails I’d ever tasted.
“Well, hello there, John Walker Blue ghost label. Where did you get that expensive baby from?” Angie questioned, looking at the unopened bottle in Rania’s hands. That baby, as Angie put it, cost around three hundred and fifty dollars.
“Let’s just say, my vampire friend, is pretty loaded. By the way, when Niran and Beck come back from home, we
