Chapter 25

Harley We arrive at the club around ten pm. The vibe is lit, the DJ is spinning well, and I find myself nodding along to the music as we make our way to our usual VIP. We call the waitress over and order a round of shots to start the night off right. “Yo, this is life,” Quentin shouts as we clink our shot glasses together and do another round. “The crowd is decent tonight,” Max shouts. I nod while nursing my drink and scanning the crowd. “So, are we going to invite women over or what? I love you, Mofos, but I need some pussy tonight.” Quentin declares. “Didn’t you get laid last night?” Max asks. “So?” We all start laughing. He seriously acts like he will die if he doesn’t have sex every night. Much to our annoyance, because the walls aren’t soundproof, we can hear almost everything he is doing in that room. I sigh. “You can invite your women, but please ensure none of them bother me,” I say as I signal the waitress for another round of shots. “You allergic to women now? Don’t tell me t