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The Club-

Penulis: Bea Baum
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-09 11:04:38

BRYNNS POV:

"Fuck where did she go?"

I walk into a club downtown. I've never been to a bar, let alone a place where women are serving drinks topless.

My eyes wander around looking for my step sister Jessie.

I see a blonde in a red dress go into a closed off area. That has to be her. I run after her.

"JESSIE!" I scream. But she doesn't turn around.

A blood purple curtain hits me in the face as I enter a room in the back. There's smaller rooms with the same blood purple curtain for each room. Some of the curtains are closed and some open.

Women dancing on men. Some moans coming from other rooms. I shield me eyes and just keep looking.

"Jessie? You bitch! Come out right now this isn't funny!"

we have never really gotten along, but since I escaped my step father's imprisonment, she's been helping me find a new life.

I was promised to Ajax Moretti, Jessie's crush. So she was more than happy to get me out of the picture.

My step father Robert Mason is mafia boss of the eastern territory, and wanted me to marry to combine the eastern and western territories. But Ajax is ruthless, killed his first wife for spilling soup on his 10k boots. So of course my stepfather isn't going to marry off his blood daughter to someone like that.

My life is expendable.

I make my way through the hallway, looking in each room.

With each curtain I open there's more people fucking then I've ever seen on a p**n site.

what kind of club is this?

I reach the last door. Pulling back the curtain and there's no one there.

"Fuck."

I enter the room, its dark with red lights there's a side table with a bottle of unopened champagne and a sectional couch.

I stand in front of the couch and pull out my phone to order an uber.

A voice startles me from behind. A deep whisper in my ear...

"careful... I play with first timers in ways they never forget. I'm curious how long you'll last under my rules, when your eyes are begging me to stop and... I don't"

I turn facing him. His hands on the wall, inching closer to my face. he has dark hair, black eyes. The type that should make any woman run. There's a neck tattoo that runs down his chest. He has slicked back hair and his cologne smells like it cost more than my apartment.

"Does that work for all the girls? Cute."

I push his chest creating enough room to duck under his arm and slip out of the room. The strobe light blinds me. The music loud but I find the exit. The fresh air hits my face, allowing me to breathe.

I've never been talk to like that and I've sure as hell never had a man like that so close to me. His cologne still lingering on my blouse.

You're halfway across the parking lot when a sleek black Aston Martin pulls alongside you. The window slides down with a whisper. The man from the private room leans across the console, eyes glittering in the darkness.

"Need a ride, sweetheart? Or you gonna keep running?"

Behind him, two men exit the club's side door. They scan the parking lot with practiced efficiency, hands tucked suspiciously inside their jackets. One spots you and nudges the other.

"Boss wants her? the taller one mutters."

"Looks like it" the other responds, already moving in your direction.

The mysterious man gaze never leaves your face. The only sound is that of the engine purring .

"Tick tock. Your choice."

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