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05/16/2023 03:33 PM 

Crookedly elegant in den of mayhem

violently delicate and softly ruthless

Luz Hoffa is a lot of things to a lot of people. She’s a woman of many hats. A woman of lucid charm. She is violently delicate and softly ruthless. The maze of her life has touched the gentle and the imperial, the seedy and the criminal. Some say she might have a screw loose and others claim “that’s just Luz.” Cunning minds are often the most difficult to comprehend.

The Bank is one of the larger clubs in the Big Apple and boasts luminescent filled spaces for patrons to drink, mingle and dance. Open Tuesday through Saturday, it’s never without a large crowd on any given afternoon and it magnifies once the sun goes down.

Wednesday nights are a heathen’s revival at the club. While the church-goers are praying for salvation, heathens are making a line around the club’s exterior. Some of the hottest names in contemporary music perform mid-week to a crowd haloed in laser lights.

Among the chaos tonight is the brunette who governs them all. She’s behind the main bar like common talent but they respect her like a crowned royal. Reaching high, she grabs a top shelf brand and pivots to wander down to the end of the bar. She’s spots a familiar face and she’s more nonchalant than Kamar may recall. The bottle is set down between ‘em; her gaze is stoic if not predatory.

“Look what the cat drug in,” she greets him with the allure of a sultry pit bull. “I’m guessing you’re still a whiskey man.” Bottle is tipped at him for confirmation before she starts a pour into the shot glass. Notice there are two. One for you; one for me.

“You look like hell,” she adds and picks up her glass and waits a beat before she slings it back. It was a long time coming this evening.

Luz a cool breed. One of those twisted kind, though. Men only think they wanna tangle with her until they learn of her husband and then they can’t decide if they like the challenge or not.

With a lean into the bar, she’s crookedly elegant in den of mayhem. The notes of a saucy blues tune murmur in the background and Luz is tryin’ to play it cool even if her red flags are waving with the devil’s glory. No one in this place realizes how much is really on the line.


Meet Kamar de  los Reyes, a 38 year-old henchman who is reportedly linked to the Sinaloa Cartel. His profile reads like a repulsive triple-X flick with a fetish for fire. Torture. Skinning people alive. Decapitation. And worse, his murderous theatrics have gone unpunished. He’s a man who has an impenetrable fortress that only gross amounts of drug money can buy. If you know Luz, you’ve likely seen Luis in her mix once or twice. He’s found a home in Purgatory and tends to prowl from the shadows. He prefers a gentleman's club south of the city, where strippers grind talent for a few dimes and heathens come to worship false gods. It’s a haven where men know the value of loyalty and have learned to keep their mouths shut.

“So, how’s Jimmy?” he asks before he swallows down the burn.

"Ask him yourself. He just walked in." Her smirk was viper slick and loaded with the kinda caliber you can only shoot through Hoffa-bred provocation.

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