The Billionaire's Pitchers Regret
Chapter Sixteen
Bruno's POV
The car slows to a stop.
Before I even step out, I can feel it.
The music.
Low at first—just a distant pulse—but steady, alive, vibrating through the air like a heartbeat.
Vera is already opening the door before I can overthink it.
“Come on,” she says, grabbing my wrist lightly. “Don’t freeze on me now.”
I step out.
And immediately, the world changes.
Neon lights spill across the entrance, flashing in shifting colors—purple, blue, gold—painting everything in a glow that feels unreal. The bass is louder now, thumping through the ground, through my chest, syncing with my pulse.
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