Arielle I was just kidding. Darius had me by the balls. I couldn’t do shit to him. Nothing. Even if I could, that would only make things worse. So, no. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I was definitely going to play things nice. I leaned forward slightly and gave the driver the address Joel had sent earlier. The moment I finished, he smiled. Not a normal smile. “This place…” he started, glancing at me through the mirror. “Has lots of connections.”Tessa and I exchanged a look. “Connections?” She repeated. “Opportunities,” he corrected. “It’s not just a party. It’s a night of purpose.”I swallowed. A night of purpose. That didn’t sound like something I belonged in. “And the man behind it,” he continued. “The owner of Rothwell Enterprises, he’s…a good man.”Rothwell. My fingers curled slightly. Of course. Darius. Everything always led back to him. “Great,” I muttered under my breath. Tessa didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. We both understood. The car stopped in fro
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