The Mafia's Little Raven
I didn’t want Damien or his watchful eyes anywhere near it and I had a gut feeling that they would be returning today, their absence stretching on for too long.
“Let’s go,” Misa said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along as I kept glancing back at the room, a nervous giggle, or maybe it was more of a shaky laugh, escaping my lips as we walked, or maybe even ran towards the waiting car.
The music at the club hit me like a physical force, the bass vibrating through my bones.
Too loud, definitely too loud for anything I would ever genuinely enjoy.
The club itself looked like it catered exclusively to the elite of New York, all polished surfaces and hushed conversations in dimly lit corners.
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