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CHAPTER 7

RUBY’S POV

Dennis Alistair. An old friend of Dax before they had a huge fight and fell out then became enemies and hated each other’s guts.

He was the one standing before me and from the way he looked at me, I had a suspicion that he knew who I was.

There was no other way to explain why he would be at Black Pearl specifically asking for me when there were so many clubs back in New York where he lived. Was Dax reentering my life bad luck? Because why did they all keep finding me here after eight long years of living in hiding?

Composing myself because I didn’t plan on giving myself away, I went toward the music box in the corner of the room and turned it on. Then I turned to look at Dennis who was watching me with so much interest in his eyes and I swallowed nervously.

“What might interest you tonight? Slow dancing, pole dancing, or perhaps a lap dance?” I asked him and I felt disgusted when he looked me over from head to toe like I was his next meal.

“What do you think is b