MasukLexi's POV The blast had barely settled when the door suddenly flew open. I've been expecting the door to slam open since, I was certain Dom would come rushing in to check up on Bishop.Just like I'd imagined, Dom rushed in through the door.He stood frozen for a second, eyes wide, taking in the wreckage. Bishop's shattered desk. The black scorch on the floor. Smoke curling in the air. And me, I was draped over Bishop, like a human shield.I could feel Dom's stare drilling into me.But I didn't move.Didn't blink.And just like that, I let my body fall limp, slumping into Bishop's arm as if I couldn't hold myself up anymore and would faint anytime soon.I'd have my arms slack and dangling at my sides like someone unconscious, and my head rolled to the side faintly just like I practiced.Dom rushed forward. "Boss! What the hell just happened?" He asked, shocked and surprised at the wreckage he was staring at.Bishop pushed himself up, coughing from the smoke. His suit was scorched alo
Lexi's POVI was sitting on the velvet couch in the ladies' suite, my legs crossed, my face calm-but inside, I was pacing.The long queue was moving slowly. Maybe too slowly.Of course we have more than hundred performers at Wet Nights so this doesn't seem like something that will finish anytime soon.Just like how Dom had instructed us, the girls were being called one by one, each stepping out to go face Bishop. And when they returned-that's if they returned-they weren't the same.I saw it first in one girl's face.Pale. Eyes wide. Hands shaking as she collapsed onto the couch next to the mirror. She didn't say a word. She just kept staring at the floor like it had spoken to her and told her something terrifying.Another girl came back... limping. I was shocked, and it made me question, "is Bishop torturing them in there?"It was terrifying and I realized some performers didn't come back at all. Now shocked is an understatement to describe my feelings-I was scared. "Where did she go?
Lexi's POVAnd now... I was locked in the same building with the man I'd just exposed on the world's stage.I didn't say a word to anybody, I couldn't.I remained quiet.I slowly turned around and started to look at all the faces in the room. I noticed fear was all on their faces, but not the kind of guilty fear, it was just a normal fear of terror. But mine? It was different, it was a guilty fear.Fear of not being caught tonight.This was more than just a normal fear.It was a kind of fear that comes just by the thought of not making it out of this club alive tonight.What if it all ends here tonight?For some reason, I think I wouldn't regret it much, after all, I've destroyed enough already, and I've made an impact in the minds of millions and I know they'll never rest until they see Wet Nights Club by the truth about everything I've revealed so far.If I die here tonight, all I need is for someone to find my laptop and make one last post, telling the world about my death just lik
Lexi's POVSomething was going on.But I've no idea what was happening.Dom came sending all the clubbers and clients out of the club, while all the performers were forced to return back to the ladies' suite for the time being."No performer is allowed to leave the club and everybody must await Bishop's order." Dom kept barking the order at us.And now, everybody is scared.Nobody knows what's happening or why Bishop asked Dom to keep us all within the club.After Dom went back to Bishop's office, I didn't join the other performers to gossip or panic, I simply walked to one of the rooms in the ladies' suite and started to undress.The heels were hurting my feets, so I pulled them off slowly and exhaustively.Though active, my mind was far away from me.I couldn't stop thinking of multiple reasons why Bishop would ask Dom to send out all the clubbers and empty the club, but didn't send out the performers."Why the hell didn't he send the performers out too? Why keep us indoors? What is
Bishop's POVOf course, I drove real crazy through the street. Storming between large trucks and trailers like my life meant nothing to me.In less than 20 minutes, I'd already arrived at the club and Dom was already waiting outside, tense, eyes sharp.I didn't need to ask him what was wrong-I'd already seen the chaos unfolding online and somehow it has a way of affecting everyone.As I stepped forward and made my way towards the club, Dom instantly stepped aside for me to pass. "Boss-" He started to speak, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.Dom understood the signal so he didn't even bother saying anything again, he simply helped me with the door and the moment it slammed open, I marched in without hesitation.As usual, the music was thumping, the lights flashing, and dancers spun beneath shimmering chandeliers like every other day. And for a moment, it felt like everything was alright, and I was the only one bothered by the suddenness of the anonymous blog that's been running
Bishop's POVJust like yesterday, it's been three months already since Shemika had our baby and each day I see how our boy outgrows his smallest form. It surprises me how time flies like petals in the wind.I never thought I'd ever had something or someone that would later bring this amount of hope into my life. Just look at them-Shemika, my boy-those chubby cheeks, and bright big eyes staring everyday at me and sucking into his fingers. What image is more fulfilling than that?He has the softest giggles you'd ever hear. The house had been quiet lately, peaceful even. Almost... golden.The chaos that once colored our life was gone. At least, that's what I made Shemika think. I didn't want anything to bother her, so if it takes my life to pretend everything was fine in the club and in the penthouse, then so be it.Shemika had no idea what was happening beyond the tall, guarded gates of the mansion she lives within. Currently, all she can see is sweetness, that's exactly what I made







