Chapter 8

The club seemed crowded enough. It had every kind of person Amelia could have thought she would see.

The loud and funky ones were in the middle, directly under the shiny globe that rotated nicely.

The ones that looked calm and chill sat proudly at the back. They were in the VIP section, seated with their ladies on their laps. They had expensive bottles in front of them, sipping slowly from their cups. They looked rugged.

Too rugged for her.

One of them even looked like he was related to Maxwell, all buffed and angry. Surely, he was a bully and she didn't want that.

They were others that she noticed as she walked to the bar and took a seat. The bartender poured her a drink and she pulled the glass towards herself.

"This is on the house" he said with a smile. He looked mischievous, which should have sent a sign to Amelia but she ignored it.

"Hmmmm, it tastes good," she said after a sip. She lied.

Amelia had only ever tasted alcohol once and it was when she first started walking as