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Lily immediately recognized it and exclaimed, "Isn't that the card for 'Diohn Club'!?" Everyone was surprised to hear this. "Diohn Club" is a highly exclusive and unique VIP club located in Cloud City. Unlike typical entertainment venues, it only accepts special guests who can enter by invitation card. These cards are sporadically issued by the enigmatic owner of "Diohn Club" and are auctioned off in limited quantities. Even celebrities find it difficult to gain entry.

It wasn't until I met Aeliana that I learned true unconditional friendship, and Stacey is coming close to it. Instead of Rivers, Stacey brought me out to Ryen, one of the clubs rumoured to be owned by Alpha Kingston. I like it, Rivers is my favourite, but Ryen is more sophisticated than Rivers, the audience is mature, and it’s very private, not crowded at all. There aren’t many clubs like this, it’s perfect for unwinding, and that's exactly what I’m doing. Sipping on Bloody Marys while swaying to the music at the bar as I flirt with the hot bartender in intervals. “Noah,” Stacey nudges me.

Sofia asked, linking arms with Elena. “Exhausting,” Elena groaned. “My hand feels broken.” Killian laughed. “That’s the sign of a true scholar.” “Or a true victim,” Elena muttered. James grinned. “Well, then tonight calls for celebration. Club night! Drinks, music, dancing. It’s mandatory. We need to wash the taste of existential dread out of our mouths with overpriced vodka.” “Yes! Absolutely!” Sofia agreed, bouncing on her heels. “The new place downtown, ‘Onyx.’ I heard it’s impossible to get in, but David’s cousin knows the bouncer.”

“No.” He furrowed his brows. “Sir?” “There's another club out there. Styx. Their auxiliary base. Tonight half of the lieutenants who weren't at Cage are drinking there.” He paused. “Can I warn the men?” I was already walking away before he could finish. “Severe their left hands and imprint my name on their foreheads.” Matteo nodded. We took a quicker route and soon we were there. With its flashing blue neon and magnificent structure.Styx was all glass and elegance. Externally it appeared to be just another place where wealthy people went to lose their identity. It smelled of betrayal and blood money on the inside. When I got down, some of my men were already there.

n, and I pressed my hands harder around the steering wheel. I'd been so careful about the contract. About giving her exactly what she asked for. No pressure. No demands. Just protection and stability and the physical arrangement she'd agreed to. And I'd fallen anyway. Of course you did. You were already halfway there before you even signed the papers. I found myself pulling into the parking garage of Onyx. My club. One of three I owned in the city but this was the main one. The one I'd designed myself. High-end. Exclusive. The kind of place where people came to be seen or to disappear depending on what they needed.

Lia's POV The club was impossible to miss—a sleek, modern building with matte black exterior and the name "ONYX" in glowing white neon letters above the entrance. A line of well-dressed people snaked down the sidewalk, waiting to get past the velvet ropes where two large bouncers were checking IDs and deciding who was cool enough to enter. We climbed out of the Uber and I immediately felt self-conscious. The line was long and everyone looked impossibly stylish and beautiful and like they belonged here in a way I wasn't sure I did.

The moment the front door opened, Stacy was already halfway out of the limo’s sunroof. “Let’s go, bitches!” They screamed and ran to the car, laughter spilling everywhere. “What is this?” Swan asked as the music blasted. “Some West Coast shit,” Stacy said. “Snoop, Dre, something hot.” Once they arrived at the club, called The Lark, they walked straight past the rope. No IDs, no questions, and VIP access. Men came quickly, with drinks that followed. Dancing was crazy, and the attention was plenty. One man asked Swan to dance.

They add several inches to my height and make my legs look pretty fucking good. “Okay, you may have been right about these,” I admit to a gloating Becca. “Damn straight. Now, let’s go get you laid.” She grabs my arm and leads me down the hall and out the door before my parents can catch a glimpse of our super slutty outfits. We take her car since it’s nicer than mine and head downtown to the Lion’s Den. It just opened up last year, and it’s the hottest fucking club in town. It’s also the only one that lets you in at eighteen. I’ve avoided it like the damn plague, though. I’m not sure why. I guess it’s because Becca always came back with wild stories of random hook-ups and it made me feel lik

“You still look good.” Jasmine gasped softly. “That was cute.” Kelsey groaned. “Please. Save it for the vows.” Anne laughed tiredly. “I honestly just want to sleep.” “No,” Beau refused instantly. “You’re my maid of honor. You’re legally obligated to suffer with me.” “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.” “That’s how it works tonight.” And somehow, less than an hour later, everybody was dressed for the club. The club sat in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, loud music already vibrating through the walls before they even entered. Purple lights flashed across crowded bodies while waiters moved around carrying bottles with sparklers blazing above them.