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he Gilded Cage hotel. I wore a simple, backless black dress. Skyla

from out of town, thanks to a few seconds of a secu

eked of perf

. She had to find Steve backstage for the fi

elevators. My makeup was a perfect mask, hiding all the ex

as already occupied. I stepped insid

out and stopped them. A hand in a black le

g on a black cane. His left l

ight chatter in the elevator di

to him, a mixture of fear and

ed black suit, but underneath, I could see the colla

brazenly over his suit jacket, had "Iron Serpents MC" and "President"

he elevator like a king surveying his territory. When his

His eyes were like chips of ice, yet they held a prob

Kade "Chaos" Peterson, president of the Iron Serpents, the true underground ru

und the soft tap... tap... tap of his cane on the

acco, and something else... a c

ed at the tips of my black heels, f

ed, arriving at t

ed out as if granted a pard

ve. He seemed to be wai

is silence, I had no ch

ble, sounded right beside my ear, so

gan

t turn. I didn't answer. I pra

es on my back until

cking in a deep breath. My pa

w me? Or was i

own. It was just a small interruption. My

wn into the still waters of my plan, s

d my spine, and walked toward th

ened, the sho

. There was a new member in the audience to