*The tang of oak permeated the air as I strode through the distillery, my boots clicking against the concrete floors. Rows of bourbon barrels stretched before me, silent sentinels guarding generations of tradition.
This was my legacy. My birthright. >
@OrigKingOfVegas *smiles* I appreciate that, Mr. Cruz. You won’t regret it. *nods* It is beautiful. I need to get Max to show me the sights. He’s been busy since the moment we arrived it seems.
@OrigKingOfVegas I’ve been good. Working on getting Knight Bourbon into some clubs here, exploring the city, all that jazz. I am enjoying my time in Vegas.
@OfPrimalRage > care of, I headed back to the apartment with Max. In no time we were packed and Vegas bound for the rest of the year. It was time for some much needed rest and relaxation.*
*The room came into focus slowly, shadows dancing across the walls as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. Every muscle ached, the lingering numbness from the drugs making my limbs feel heavy and clumsy. I shifted under the sheets, wincing as the bruises >
@OfPrimalRage > the distillery grounds. The pain was still raw, but for the first time since that horrific night, I felt a sense of hope. With time and care, even the deepest wounds could heal.
Knight Bourbon would rise again, I was sure of it.
With business taken >