The City Of Angels

-Twenty Years Later-

The pulsating neon lights were dancing on the walls of Luna. One of the most exclusive and most popular clubs in the Los Angeles downtown area.

Women wearing skimpy pieces of clothes, showing even their souls were all over the place. But no one cares. For this place with its earsplitting music, seizure-inducing lights, and sweaty bodies humping on the floor does not care for anyone’s soul or morals.

No one does — especially in this kind of place. This place is a safe escape to release anyone’s inhibition.

People come to this place to indulge in their human desires. Alcohol and free sex — if you are lucky enough. The two combinations are quite popular to use if someone wants to forget or to numb an excruciating pain.

Drugs take part but Aegaeon, popularly known as Eon — the dashingly handsome owner of Luna, made sure that drugs are off his property. No dealings of drugs within the four walls of Luna. Whoever breaks that rule would even up with broken bones or worse— pay for their life.

Outside is fine. Rules can be bent to every man’s whim and desires.

Luna is a five-story building with the ground floor as private parking for his car collection. The second and the third floor were the club, and the fourth floor was his penthouse, while the fifth floor was the rooftop where he put his new toy — a Sikorsky S‑92 helicopter.

Eon surveyed the crowd from the third floor. It is the middle of the week but the club is just as crowded as if it is already the weekend.

The club is open from eleven in the evening to six in the morning. Their usual patrons have the privilege to drop by any time of the day. But those are their few exclusive members.

Since it is just Wednesday, the concentration of their customers is on the third floor where the lounge bar is located. These are their usual patrons who tend to drop by after their stressful day job, or when they want a drink in the right ambiance to get a good laid.

The second floor is the common dance floor area. They have a DJ there, a bar with all the expensive alcohol ever produced. The bar was tended by his half-sister Larissa.

He doesn’t want to hire her, but she pleaded and tugged his heartstrings into blackmailing him to give her a job.

She is a university student at Malibu State University. A sophomore in some major he didn’t bother to ask. The reason why she was able to convince him to give her a job, was because she told him that, she would still be applying as a bartender in other bars.

And he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want some jerk snipping around his sister’s ass. Here in Luna, he can watch over her. And she is always behind the safety of the bar counter.

He went to one of the hanging mini balconies or what they called the dancer box. These hanging mini-balconies are just metal opened boxes, suspended from the ceiling of the third floor, stopped hanging in between the second and the third floors.

Their in-house dancers can dance there without being touched by drunk patrons. Their exclusive members have access to those mini-balconies so they can dance to their heart's content without being humped by other people that they don’t like.

A lot of their exclusive members are famous people and some rich kids that wanted to party on their own terms. Luna catered to those crowds.

Eon grinned as he watched his club dancers who were gyrating on the silver poles holding the platform high above the dance floor.

The girls were all wearing a black lace mask, covering half of their faces, while they were wearing bikinis and stockings with intricate straps, giving the illusion that their bodies were tied up with strings of leathers.

He chugged the bourbon from his glass. Satisfied with what he was seeing.

This is his life now.

A life of all debauchery life can offer. He has everything he needs that money could buy.

He sighed and shook his head to push an old memory at the back of his head. Tonight is not the night where he would wallow in his pain. Tonight is the night that he would have fun with all this sinful world can offer.

“Hey, Eon,” a girl wearing a red tight leather mini-dress approached him. She pushed her chest out as though her breast wasn’t shown enough in the low neckline of her tight dress.

“Well, hello there, sweetcakes,” he crooned, hooking his finger under her chin and claiming her plump moist lips in a deep kiss, enough for anyone to lose oxygen badly needed to breathe.

The girl in the tight red leather mini-dress hooked her leg on his waist, grinding her hips to his crotch.

“Uhm, Boss.” he cleared his throat as he averted his eyes from the scene in front of him that he thought should only be done inside the privacy of a bedroom, but girls here in Luna don’t have that mindset.

Eon too — his childhood friend, has changed since the death of Elara six years ago. No one could blame him. She was his Luna, his mate. But the poor girl died at the young age of fourteen because of an illness called cancer.

Elara’s body could have fought the disease if she had already turned. But she hasn’t. Death took her too soon. Eon lost it when he lost his Luna and abandoned their pack in Maine, and ran to this sinful city of angels.

“What is it Ehann? Speak what you want or are you here to watch?” he asked in an icy tone. He doesn’t like being disturbed.

“Maybe he wanted to join us.” The girl in a tight red leather dress eyed Ehann like she wanted to eat him whole.

‘Slut!’ Eon pushed the girl off him. “Sweetcakes, be a sweetheart and go have some fun somewhere else.” He said in a cold tone that stopped the girl from saying anything more but threw a regretful look over him. Like she wasn’t able to eat the dessert she wanted.

“Speak!” he snarled at his best friend.

“We found a dog snipping around,” he said in a hushed voice, emphasizing the word ‘dog’.