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2025-10-29 08:00:24CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
FRANCE - CLUBNIGHTThe bass from the club rattled through my chest, shaking the walls like a caged animal trying to break free.Timas Reznikov sat in the center of it all, lounging on his velvet chair like a little czar. His laughter was obnoxious, full of cheap liquor and cheap confidence.He had no idea what was walking through the doors.Carlos didn’t waste time. My brother cut straight across the crowded floor, past the startled women clinging to Timas, and grabbed him by the collar.The brat barely had time to choke before Carlos dragged him off his throne, glass shattering and curses flying as he was yanked toward the doors.The music stuttered, died. The entire club seemed to hold its breath as Timas was shoved into the street like the rat he was.The night was cool, the air smelling of smoke, gasoline, and anticipation. Timas stumbled, hitting the stones hard, his tailore
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