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"Where's Micah?" Silvio's deep voice rumbled through his chest. His one arm rested roughly on couch he was sitting on and another hand gripped the stem of porcelain glass.

"A girl was causing trouble. Maybe he is taking care of her." Dante shrugged his shoulders standing beside Silvio's chair and looked around the club.

"Trouble? Where are they?" Silvio quipped sipping his expensive vodka.

"Second floor. I didn't saw her." Dante said casually.

Silvio hummed.

His eyes glanced around when he saw hurrying figure entering the club. He tilted his head to side assessing the frame. It was a woman wearing what she shouldn't had wore in a club. Her t-shirt dipped in dark gray color with graphics on it, was telling she hadn't came with intention to club. Her hip hugging jeans were showing her nice round backside as it jiggled as she rushed to other side. Her hairs seemed to be soft as fresh sta