Wild L.A. by Tripp Ellis

Author:Tripp Ellis [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tripp Ellis
Published: 2020-06-21T16:00:00+00:00

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Jack’s head was on a swivel, surveying the crowd. There were quite a few recognizable faces in the restaurant.

We were halfway through the meal when I got a text back from Bhodi. [I’ll be at Prism around 11 PM. What do you need?]

[A ball.] It was a reference to an eight-ball (3.5 grams of cocaine).

[Don’t waste my time.] The amount obviously wasn’t enough for him.

[Who am I? Tony Montana?]

[That’s exactly it. I don’t know who you are.]

[I can do a half-zip. As long as it’s glacial.] Slang for half an ounce, and pure as arctic ice.

There was another long pause.

[Never been stepped on.] It was an assurance the product hadn’t been cut. Half the stuff on the street was cut with substances that ranged from relatively harmless to extremely toxic—laxatives, laundry detergent, boric acid. Not stuff you really want to be putting up your nose. [11 PM. Cash. No bullshit.]

[$$$?]

[If you have to ask…]

[I’ll be there.]

[Text me when you are in the club.]

A grin curled on my face.

“Got a hot date?” JD asked.

I frowned at him. “No. Just set up a drug buy. We’re going to see what Bhodi knows.”

We finished our meal and headed up to the room. We had time to kill before hitting Prism, and Jack poured himself a glass of whiskey. I hadn’t told him the story about how I acquired the liquor.

“Want a drink?”

“Not yet.”

JD’s face crinkled.

“I want to stay sharp for the meeting with Bhodi.”

“Suit yourself,“ Jack said, tipping back the glass.

After he was sufficiently lubricated, we left the hotel and hit the strip.

Prism was a techno club with booming base, swirling lights, and hordes of pretty people. Fog machines billowed smoke onto the dance floor, and spotlights slashed the hazy air. Strobe lights flickered.

I didn’t want to blow our cover, so I didn’t use my all-access pass. I kept the badge in my pocket. The line wasn’t too bad, but the $40 cover was lame.

We mingled through the dense club, making our way to the bar. JD ordered a round of drinks, strictly to maintain our cover. I texted Bhodi. [We’re here. Where are you?]

He buzzed back a moment later. [I’m upstairs in the back, sitting on the couch underneath the fake Picasso.]

[Be right there.]

I nudged JD, and we drifted through the club. We spiraled up the staircase and made our way around the upper floor. The center was cutaway, allowing a view of the dance floor below. The upstairs had a calmer, more chill vibe.

There were two smaller bars rimming the outer wall of the second floor. In the far corner there was a lounge area with couches and coffee tables.

There was a guy sitting on a couch under the fake Picasso with a couple of hotties—a brunette and a redhead. I assumed that was Bhodi.

He had shaggy blonde hair, wore a white dress shirt with a red rose pattern embroidered on the left breast and black slacks. The babes on either side wore tight dresses with high hemlines that accentuated their stunning legs.

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