Chapter Twenty SevenElena’s POVThe club was quieter after hours eerily so.The smell of whiskey and sweat still hung in the air, but the laughter, the shouting, the chaos were gone. What remained were the faint echoes of the night, lingering like ghosts.Spider sat at the bar, counting cash with his usual lazy precision. His fingers were quick, moving through the notes like a magician’s trick. I hovered near him, pretending to help wipe glasses, keeping my head low, my ears sharp.I wasn’t supposed to be there. Most of the dancers had already left, their perfumes fading into the night. But I had stayed back, offering to help clean up sweet, polite, obedient Elena.Except I wasn’t cleaning. I was listening.“Pass me that towel, Angel,” Spider said without looking up.I handed it over, trying to act casual. “Long night, huh?”He chuckled. “You have no idea.”He shoved a few bills into his pocket, then looked at me, eyes softening just slightly. “You know, for someone who’s new to this
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