air across her face as she stood

and ordered a premium bla

d up to Obsidian, the most exclus

oof doors. The heavy bass of the music

ding bodies on the dance floor and fou

er head back and swallowed the burning liquid in one go. The f

reet thug named Rocco

ail and slid to the empty seat next

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ct, and Ansley became drowsy b

ng limply to one side. She rested her elbows on the bar

aling yellow teeth. He reached out, a

whiskey glass. Her fingers locked around the thick gl

ugh the club. The main entrance doors were kicked op

its flooded the floor. They didn't draw weapons, but their sheer size and coordinated, militaristic precision sent a shockwa

a they projected was enough. The DJ threw his hands up and b

parted like the Red Sea, pressing themselves against th

ed path, Kendall James

up the distance. His eyes were like ice, scan

and locked onto the bar. He saw

ated. His heart slam

had searched for every si

dropped ten degrees. He

en have time to

Rocco's wrist. A sickening crack echoed

co backward like a ragdoll. The thug crashed

road frame blocked out all the light. He stared down