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I’m in my early twenties, I want to be room sharing with some girlfriends, running my own business. “It’ll be fine.” Atlas says. “We’ll be sensible. We’re going to Luna’s.” Right. Of course they would be. Luna’s is only the most prestigious club here in Minnesota. The high-rollers hang out there, celebrities go there and I guess these guys are amongst that crowd. They earn the big bucks, they work hard and they play hard. It’s an exclusive club. “You can come.” Calli says.

8 Months Later Kade POV “Babe, we are going to be late!” I called out to Evelyn as I looked in the hallway mirror as I straightened my tie. Today was the grand opening of my new club, Oasis that was once called Olympus and owned by Ricci. Machine and I had worked hard making the space into an elegant yet erotic atmosphere. With a color palette of Deep Red and black with accents of crystal, we were able to achieve our goal. Never would this club be home to sex trafficking ever again. Tonight we would be showing our hard work off to our loved ones and the new elite members of the club.

dim light, loud music, neon lights sparks, strong smell of alcohol and most importantly floor filled with enthusiastic crowd busy dancing their heart out. Zeus club is only visited by people with money flooding their bank account; this is one of most reputed and high end club of New York city... last time I visited this place was during Ethan engagement party and the crowd here was worth spending time with... Yes! That was what I was here for... I was here to get myself laid... I was looking for some steaming passionate night with no regrets and this was the right place to find just the person I was looking for..........

Just like every other day, except the times he was tired and badly needed rest or when he was extremely busy, Alexander Clay's driver headed towards Blingz the moment they left the company. Alex kept himself busy with his iPad, doing some work-related stuff. It helped him pass away time during the ride to the club. Blingz was a very popular club in Chicago, yet very expensive. It was known to accommodate and cater for the likes of Alexander Clay who were the high-class people of the society. The club was also a private one with high security.

He could only imagine how it made Tourmaline feel. Wanting to rip the place apart until he found her, Razl forced himself to slide into a chair at a table hidden in the shadows at the far side of the room, to the left of the raised stage where five glassy-eyed human females were slowly gyrating their naked bodies in time to the deep, throbbing rhythm blasting through the sound system. Despite the early hour, over a quarter of the tables surrounding the stage were already full, the clientele a mix of werewolf and human—a fact the humans were no doubt oblivious to. The Lycans seemed to come from a wide variety of packs, though he was thankful he was the only Silvercrest in the room. Razl recog

"Are you sure?" "Yes," I said, my voice hardening. "I just need to clear my head." "Of course. We should be there in ten minutes." By the time we pulled up to Onyx, it was past 7:00 PM. The Roman night had fully set in, and the entrance to the club was glowing with sleek, violet neon lights. The bass from inside vibrated through the pavement, a heavy, dark heartbeat that perfectly matched the restless anger inside me. I walked past the growing line outside, my VIP status getting me past security without a second glance, and sat down at the heavy obsidian bar. The place was so noisy, people were everywhere, strippers sliding up and down on their poles.

Seven hours later, I am absolutely, comprehensively, no cap, shitfaced. Olympus is the kind of club that other clubs aspire to become. It lives in the heart of Manhattan, belongs to my family, and is large and loud and beautiful and the champagne is always cold and the music always hits different. Tonight it is draped in deep burgundy and gold for my birthday, and the whole room smells like expensive perfume and the particular quality of a night going very well.

The mad dog, Lucien, mostly operates in networks that the authorities can't find. At least, that's what I know of the guy. And there are talks that his base of operation is mostly at clubs, bars, and casinos. One place that has all of that combined is the Onyx Club. ​That is, if I even want to try and get a glimpse of him, I have to head there. ​“This is going to be rough,” I murmured. ​I might as well be walking into my own doom. That's a freaking lion's den.

His broad shoulders completely blocked me from the crowd, his body a solid wall of muscle protecting mine until we were through the heavy velvet ropes and into the dark, pounding sanctuary of the club. Eclipse was gorgeous. It was a massive, multi-level venue with neon blue lights cutting through the darkness, leather booths, and a sprawling glass dance floor. Tonight, the only people inside were a few select teammates from the NHL team, high-ranking pack members, and our closest friends. By the time eleven-fifty-five rolled around, the atmosphere in the club reached a fever pitch. The DJ cut the heavy bass, switching to a massive, thumping baseline as a giant digital clock appeared on the f

is all I get from Grant, as he moves to lean against the seat, his eyes closing. Tonight we are meeting Tony and Alex over at one of our clubs, Ambrosia. It’s one of our favorite clubs we own. The staff are great and the VIP lounge magnificent, only the elite get access into that area. Our club is so popular we even have an RSVP list and if you're not on the list you're not allowed in.